"What do I want? I want you to shut your mouth, you filthy animal." [i]Immediately, the rather rash, violent mage propelled herself towards Zachary, grasping the leather grip of the claymore in her olive hands tightly and swinging at Zachary's right side, immediately propelling back afterwards. A hit-and-run tactic, except with a rather large weapon in small, weaker hands. It was as if Marcia was actually afraid of getting in a melee duel with Zachary, considering how quickly she tried to withdraw.[/i]