OoC: This should get things moving.

BiC:
Sighing once more, the young woman looked at the man who now requested her master. Although the answer popped up immediately in her twisted head, she delayed responding as though giving the matter serious thought. Meanwhile, the Hellfire sword grew more intrigued with the man’s sword. There was no doubt it had great power, perhaps greater then it’s own. However, Vaskalen had one thing the other sword didn’t have: Experience.

Ever since fighting the man cloaked in green, Vaskalen grew more cautious about running into strange people wielding any sort of weapon. Thankfully, none of the warriors it encountered since could compare to the green cloaked man. However, it could not afford another humiliating defeat such as that again or there would be hell to pay.

“Sorry, I can’t,” spoke Mioska to the man. “Master just wouldn’t be happy. He’s scary when he’s angry, but not as scary as a Qulax, those things are downright freaky.”

Her and her imaginary creatures, though Vaskalen, growing more annoyed as time passed.

“One more thing,” continued the disturbed woman. “I’m afraid I’ll have to kill you now, Master doesn’t like people who plan against it.” Grasping Vaskalen’s grip, she slowly drew the longsword from it’s scabbard. The blade gave an eerie wink of light despite there being no sun as the rain continued to fall. Giving a small display of her abilities with the sword, she stood there and waited for the strange man to attack.

I’ll just let him think I can only fight with a sword. Then, I might be able to catch him off-guard when I start using some of my real power. I love these games, hopefully he’ll last a while, mused Mioska as she awaited the man’s advance.