Trying to find him

It annoyed her greatly that he was still smirking. Well, fine; if he wouldn't get rid of it himself, she would do it for him. She would make sure that he never smirked or underestimated her ever again. When he told her that he would finish this in one move, she growled. "Like you could, filth," she said.

Annabelle was about to move, but decided against it. Her lips curled into a smirk of her own, and she stood there, looking at him. "If you think you could beat me in just one more move, go on ahead, try it. I doubt you'll succeed!" She waited, not going to make a move until he did.

Annabelle was about to get out of the way, but the speed of that was too fast for her to do so. His hand reached her neck, and because of that, the nephilim couldn't move away even the slightest now. She didn't bother doing that, though, and looked at him stubbornly. "Oh, yeah. This REALLY ended the fight. Idiot..." she said, rolling her eyes. She had to force the words to come out, seeing as how his grip on her neck was really tight. However, being the person she was, being quiet hadn't exactly been an option.

"Of..." Annabelle began, her voice sounding raspy from the lack of air. She couldn't even swallow, but she knew that she couldn't let him see how hard this was for her. "... course..." Oh, man, it was really difficult to talk. She was determined to beat him, though, and prove that she wasn't as weak as he thought she was. She wouldn't stop until she beat him. "I..."

I'm gonna die... she thought to herself when his grip tightened. Her heart started beating faster with panic, and she struggled even more to breathe. She wondered if he was actually going to kill her, but decided not to think about it and just fight him.

The woman took a deep breath to the best of her abilities. "Of course I can!!" she said in her loudest possible voice, though she still struggled, and her sword glowed brighter than it had in the past. It hurt her eyes, but she didn't close them. She pointed her sword at him and a huge blast came out in his direction. Hopefully he wouldn't be able to get out of the way in time, since his arm was on her neck. And, even if he did get out of the way, he would probably have to let go of her to do so.

Annabelle took in a deep breath when he let go of her. Oh, it was so good to be able to breath again! Her eyes widened when he was about to hold her beam of light and split it into two different directions. Complete shock over took her, and the feeling like something sharp was being driven into her skull came as well. It was because she had used her power too much, she knew it. Upon seeing that he wasn't even damaged, the woman fell to her knees. Not even her desperation had worked!

When he said that the offer still stood, she was shocked into silence. Even now, after she had done all of this to him, he still proposed to help her? She watched as her walked away, her right hand holding onto her sword and her left one gripping her head. She looked down, her auburn eyes closing to ease the pain in her head.

"How..." she asked to everything in particular. How could he not have been damaged by that? How could he still offer to train her after this? How had he figured out that she had a fallen's blood in her? And, most of all, a question for herself — how could she accept or deny what he had said?