What is WRONG with me?!

Cordelia listened. Alright.... maybe he wasn't as bad as she thought. She shook her head, though; no man was entirely good. And besides, even if no one found out about the murder, it didn't mean it never happened. "Fine. I suppose it was my mistake to assume otherwise," she said. She absolutely despised admitting when she was wrong, but she supposed she had to in this case. However, the fact that she hadn't wanted to say it showed in her voice. "Forgive me." She started walking down the wood and off of it until she reached solid land. There was no more need to be there, in her opinion.

"You can call me Brooks, by the way," she said. She didn't feel like giving him her first name, so she supposed her last name was better.

Cordelia blinked when the flames came up on the sides of her. One of the very few things she was actually afraid of... of course. Letting out a sigh, she turned back to face him, rolling her eyes when he said she couldn't leave. "I don't believe you ever said I had to stay, either," she commented. She shook her head, looking at the younger male. She wasn't very impressed or scared by those little weapons of his... even if they were fancier than her sword. She still had fangs, after all, which she wouldn't mind using to her advantage.

"And what if I don't feel like fighting you?" she asked him in a bored tone of voice.

Cordelia wasn't liking all these flames. She really, really wasn't. She listened to what he said, watching as flames came around his body. She unsheathed her sword, a rather bored look upon her face, since she obviously wasn't in the mood for this. And it really hadn't taken her long to figure out how to beat him, so she couldn't even occupy herself doing that.

"Well, I must say, you must be rather confident," she started. "I mean... you control flames, and here you are, fighting near the ocean, of all things. I hope you realize that the only thing stopping me from pushing you off of here and into that freezing water are those little flames surrounding your body... but, honestly, I'm not afraid of a few little burns." She smirked, feeling rather confident now herself, and not caring that he was walking toward her.

Cordelia was patient, watching as he went into the flames around her. Ok, this got her a bit nervous, since she couldn't exactly find him now. However, she did her best to keep herself calm. She turned around when he was behind her, but didn't have a chance to do anything before he was back into the flames. She rolled her eyes at his laughter, wondering when this fight was actually going to start.

She saw the blade out of the corner of her eye, and quickly got out of the way. "A pattern, huh? Shouldn't be too hard to figure out, then," she said. Patterns were easy, so she didn't have to worry. That smirk remained on her face, and she stayed where she was, making sure to look all around her in case another one of those blades came out at her. She couldn't attack if she couldn't see him and didn't know where he was, now could she?

Cordelia ignored his comment about dancing, and just kept her attention and concentration on the flames and on the blades. She dodged the first on that came from behind, but the second one she barely got out of the way of. It ripped the cloth on her sleeve, grazing her skin. She bit the inside of her lip, and listened to his challenge. "Fine. That sounds fair to me," she said, and immediately regretted it.

IDIOT!!! Oh great, I'm gonna die here aren't I?! she thought to herself.

With her enhanced senses though, she heard what he had said about knowing which way was north. Luckily, she did, but she didn't know what that had to do with this little battle.