Ren grinned, raising his hand. A black staff appeared directly above his hand, and he caught it with expertise, spinning it around his hand twice before stopping it and catching it with his other hand. "Do I dare see your scary side?" he mused, quirking an eyebrow.
The staff had also been a gift from his Grandfather, and while it was wood, it had a very thin coat of titanium covering it's surface, then painted with black paint with diamond chips. The effect was beautiful, and made the staff virutally indestructable. He watched her carefully, allowing her the first move. He was naturally observant, so he knew by the way she handled her swords that she was no ammatuer, but neither was he. He'd practiced for hours with his Grandfather, and had practiced by himself when his Grandfather. "Promise you won't kill me?" he asked, sounding more nervous than he was. His true question was how much she'd start hating him if he matched her skill.
The staff had also been a gift from his Grandfather, and while it was wood, it had a very thin coat of titanium covering it's surface, then painted with black paint with diamond chips. The effect was beautiful, and made the staff virutally indestructable. He watched her carefully, allowing her the first move. He was naturally observant, so he knew by the way she handled her swords that she was no ammatuer, but neither was he. He'd practiced for hours with his Grandfather, and had practiced by himself when his Grandfather. "Promise you won't kill me?" he asked, sounding more nervous than he was. His true question was how much she'd start hating him if he matched her skill.