(Nah, this is way too fun XD. Oh and about the PM... the title of the message was I did it, so I said "Do I have to use words"...Nevermind XD)

Nisroc was now soaking wet from head to toe, the leather coat and the silver strands of her hair clinging to her slender physique, but she barely noticed any of this. She was lost in her own thoughts, gazing eagerly at Avens’ swordsmanship, jerking her head ever so often to capture all of his movements. She could only think of one word to describe his craft.
Perfect.
Suddenly, he stilled himself so that she could see every drop fall and cling to the sword, dripping in rivulets down the handle. Her heart hammered in her chest as he slowly rose, the discomfort she felt before suddenly doubled as she saw his appearance for the first time.
As the raindrops whizzed by his face she saw the chiseled lines of his face, the shoulder-length hair matted to his forehead by the rain and the eyes... Even with such primitive sight she knew that there was no playing around with this guy. They were heated, almost smoldering, watching intently… like a lion would its helpless prey. His lips drew into a thin line as he probably pondered on what to do next.
After a bearest fraction of a minute later (what seemed an hour to her as she waited in silence) he raised his hand and waved, noting that she was wanted in his presence.
She blushed, the crimson color shading her pale cheeks. As she tried to gulp back her pounding heart she gave a small bow with her head, showing her respect to her colleague. It was an old habit she had from her former years as a Paladin. She shivered at the very memory of it.
“My apologies. I didn’t mean to intrude.” She whispered, tugging anxiously at her gloves. Pausing, she pressed a hand to her lips, remembering that there was a way to communicate to him.
“Um, you could mouth the words.” She offered, gesturing her hand towards him.
“I can see now…you know, like in the Daredevil movie?” His face contorted in confusion as if she’d just spoken some foreign language.
“Oh, right.” She sighed, holding her bandaged arm to her side. “You’re not from Earth. Just…humour me, ok?”

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Oui monsieur bonjour coquette;
Uh huh croissante vous a ver;
Maurice Chevalier effeil tower;
Oh oui Marie bagette bon soir;

FRENCH TOAST!