[b][i]Zephyr[/i][/b]

Zephyr grinned a slow, sadistic grin. A legitimate reason to crush the annoying pixie? He was so in. He walked over to Zensei, who was lifting the heaviest weight using his powers, amusingly determined to win. Zephyr didn't doubt that he was capable, or else he wouldn't be here, but even so, Zephyr refused to give him even the semblance of a victory. He bared his sharp teeth at Zensei in amusement. [i]"Ready to go?"[/i] He asked, laughing. He sized him up as he spoke, taking note of anything that might be important. Zensei was fast, and unpredictable, given how weird he was. If Zephyr caught a grip on him, that would be the end. Presumably Zensei knew that, so it was highly unlikely Zephyr would ever physically touch him. The fact that the floor was wooden was an advantage. You could tease any sort of wood into growing again, and there would be none of the loudness that came from springing plants up through the soil. Zensei was a Gravitin. This meant that Zephyr had to anchor himself to the ground if he didn't want to be floating around helplessly. Another question was whether he'd be allowed to use his usual destructive fighting style. Collateral damage wasn't of much interest to him. He turned to the hologram of the Incubus, and spoke in a lazy, confident drawl: [i]"Am I allowed to wreck the hall?"[/i]