[i]Marcia's golden eyes widened as the claymore was deflected, and Zachary's blade was heading straight towards her side. In a effort to defend herself, the young, physically weak mage raised her golden sword in a blocking position, both blades slamming into each other. Marcia yelped in surprise as her guard was immediately broken by Zachary's slash. Since she was hovering, she immediately spiraled backwards into the air, eventually stopping herself when she was about six feet away from her opponent. [/i] "..Idiot.." [i]Her face turned a brilliant crimson, pure hatred within her young eyes as she recovered. Marcia was embarrassed.[/i] [i]An orb of midnight blue energy began to form slowly within her thin left hand, but simply stuck there as if she was gripping it tightly. Which funny enough, she wasn't. Marcia hovered in place, waiting for Zachary for...some reason.[/i]