[center][h3][b]Bridled Emotions[/b][/h3][/center][hr]Entirely aware of his opponent's method of dodging, Raelis nonetheless chose [i]not[/i] to exploit his position. Instead he finished the strike and then exhaled sharply. The sound was clear in the hot air around him, but it was not for stress relief. No, the huff was to reaffirm that he could not detect the man with as great ease as his maneuver might have made one think. It was a ruse.

He turned to face the man as he reappeared, [color=#fff79a][b]"I am not obligated to tell you [i]anything[/i], whelp,"[/b][/color] the Asaran spat in response. It was not how he truly felt, but he was familiar with this sort of tactic. The only thing about the man's behavior that bothered him was the fact that not once had he attacked and followed all the way through. It was odd.

It made him think that he was being tested as much as he was testing his opponent.

[color=#fff79a][b]"Why do you run?"[/b][/color] Raelis asked, channeling the annoyance he felt towards his opponent's troublesome existence. He was not angry or upset, but it surely made him sound as such.

Meanwhile his blade had 340 degrees, its aura 240 and his surroundings 120. It was not taking a terribly great amount of his stamina to fuel the effect, especially given that his sword required the same effort that he was exerting on his surroundings. This of course was by virtue of its ability to amplify energies therein, which was why it increased in temperature so quickly. It likely had something to do with the mysterious material from which it had been wrought.