Kalysto yelped as his back thumped against the wall. He froze solid as he waited for Seferia to make her next move. When she didn’t do very much more, he laughed and moved off the wall again, smirking at her.
“You are losing it,” He told her. “You aren’t as aggressive as you used to be.” He smirked as he dusted himself off. “You’re getting soft.”