[i]"Heh... It's like playing chess with someone who has as many pieces as you do... And that's a lot... Maybe billions... Only Ronin and Marshal have proven they hold the same number..."[/i] [b]He smirked a little, pulling the cigarette from his mouth before tossing it behind him. He had burned through it in a few minutes... Not surprising from the years of practice he had.[/b] [i]"It's all relative though... And I think you have something I've been itching to find. That is... If you appreciate sparring... I've had some challenges here... But none that have been far out of my comfort zone. I won't lie to you... I can't say I'm adept at fighting magic."[/i] [b]Taking a deep breath, he observed the water, his eyes turning to narrow slits like a cat's. His breath came out like a ravenous cloud, the heat of the cigarette scarring the frosty air in front of him.[/b] [i]"I'm discounting Lana because she fights as often as an Orthodox Quaker on Peace Day."[/i] [b]He shook his head, smirk still plastered to his 'jawline'... The familiar scope of his emotions. Sarcastic, amused, and bored. He never changed beyond that.[/b]