Jin shook her head, pulling down her hood. The glow dimmed and flickered out from her eyes. "I'm not insulted. It takes more than that to actually piss me off, but that doesn't mean I back up when someone goes chest to chest with me." She looked at his hands, then his ears, trying not to feel nervous about the ice. "Calm down, Frosty. If I was actually mad, then you would be on the ground bleeding." With a faint smile, she gave him a punch in the shoulder. Nothing at all aggressive, to her it was the same as a pat on the back. "Oh, and I'm not a madam or a ma'am, soo... cut that out."

Jihord He nods, looking down at her hand that punched me "Is your hand alright?" He asked, concerned. Due to his sub-zero tempatures, people often got frostbite when they touched him

Leon had been listening to the exchange between them letting them fight their own battles, Leon's eyes were almost cold watching them saying nothing until finally he spoke, "My friends...words will simply never be enough...let us test our skills...be they of patience or determination... Against one another! For battle is the truest way to find friends!" Leon smiled and pointed to a large arena type area, "there...we shall test our mettle in there."

> Jihord > > He nods, looking down at her hand that punched me > "Is your hand alright?" > He asked, concerned. Due to his sub-zero tempatures, people often got frostbite when they touched him > Leon had been listening to the exchange between them letting them fight their own battles, Leon's eyes were almost cold watching them saying nothing until finally he spoke, "My friends...words will simply never be enough...let us test our skills...be they of patience or determination... Against one another! For battle is the truest way to find friends!" Leon smiled and pointed to a large arena type area, "there...we shall test our mettle in there." Jin seemed confused about the question. "Hm? My hand is fi-" She lifted the hand that she'd hit him with, only to see that her fingertips had gone blue-white with cold. "Holy shi-" It took everything in her power not to panic at the sight, but her eyes were wide. "That... that'll wear off, right?" To the taller guy, she grinned bright. "I like the way you talk. Let's get to know each other, shall we?"

Leon nodded stepping into the arena, he stood there for a moment and then threw his hands up and got into a boxing stance, "come at me first...I wish to see just what strategy to take with you...I am Leon by the way." Leon was wearing a black leather jacket and his jeans, as he stood there he slipped out of his jacket and was now in a plaid tank top that was tight on his perfectly muscular body, he looked like a greek Adonis... His body was almost to perfect, he turned to the other boy who was a bit taller than him which was rare, "You as well...I am used to brawling...I can handle myself."

Jin yanked her hoodie over her head and tossed it aside. Underneath she was wearing a simple black tank. There was no Greek goddess to be found here. Jin's body was very androgynous, and although her soft face seemed female, her body could just as easily seem male. She was flat chested and slim, but her arms and shoulders were wiry with muscle. The only way one could really be sure was to check her neck, which lacked an Adam's apple. Jin had found that very few people thought to look for that, though. Slowly, she cracked her knuckles and her neck. "So, powers or no powers?"

Jihord "Use brann or kokende vann. Fire or boiling water." He grunted,following Leon to the arena, his bout of social anxiety passing. "Våpen eller never? Weapons or fists?" He grunted, wrapping his fists in white knuckle-tape, and pulling off his black sweater, wearing a tight black t-shirt underneath, revealing also an ægishjálmur rune on a leather necklace.

Leon steadied himself, "powers and weapons should be permitted." Leon stood there moving from foot to foot, his hands up in front of him no fear in his eyes, he studied his enemies and knew for staters that what he assumed was a girl was also built like a fighter. His eyes also stayed locked on the other boy as well, he was obviously Norse of some kind and the frosty skin would be a problem but he had an idea on how to counter that, "This match will be a free for all...last man standing wins."

Jihord He nods, grunting. He lifts himself on the balls of his feet, the right foot behind the left, and lifts his fist to his brow, keeping his elbows in.

Jin started to move, half crouched with her fists raised. She'd learned to fight by making herself a slippery target, so she knew coming right at a larger opponent was basically akin to throwing the match. While her hands were curled, her index and middle knuckles were slightly pushed out. She circled and bounced, waiting for an opening. "Let's see if I even need my powers to whoop your butts!"

Jihord He shoots his fist like it was fired from a canon towards Jin's Torso, crouching to do so. When he fights he's like a train, he moves fast and hard but can't change directions easily, if you're able to dodge well you wont be hurt too much.

Jin saw Jihord tense for an attack, and she darted out of the way nimbly, right as she saw him punch. She could feel the breeze as his attack went right by her, leaving him open. She went for his face, aiming a punch for his jaw, right behind the ear. She'd been hit there before, and it had stung for days.

> Violet smiles as Jack blushes and looks back at Ryan. "Thanks." She nods to him before walking back over to Jack, giving him a solid smile. "You want to practice with that sword? I could create another one and we could spar if you would like. I could teach you how to use it." She pulls out her vial, moving her hand over it to stop the swirling shadows inside from swirling anymore. She uncaps the top of it, waiting for his answer. Jack would nod repeatedly, smiling wide. "I'd love to get some practice in! Just so you know, I'm not the most fair fighter. I tend to freestyle too much, so keep an eye on me!" He would zip a safe distance away, taking a stance with the sword in his left hand, being a lefty giving him a usual advantage over others with more skill. "Ready when you are!"

She smiles and creates another shadow sword. She twirls it in her grasp and walks over in front of him, tucking the vial back under her shirt. She says, "I'm sure I'll keep an eye on you." She watches him closely and begins to circle him. She keeps the sword gripped in both of her hands and she immediately slices at him with it, hoping that she doesn't hurt him. This makes her swing a little weak.

Jack would move swiftly, though not unfairly so, and flick the sword up at a diagonal, putting him in a small spin and hoping to deflect her slice overhead. Continuing the spin, he would bring the sword down in an arc aiming for her right shoulder, switching the sword so that the flat side would strike her if it connects.