Leila smiles as she steps towards the ring. She shrugs off her cloak and bag and pulls a ring off her first finger. She balls it in her fist and a staff shoots out of her grip. The top of the staff has rings of wickedly barbed spikes and the bottom of the staff has a hook. “[color=66C266]Alright, magic boy. Let’s dance.[/color]” She rushes him in hopes of surprising him, swinging her club in a low arc.