Tshhht. She had quite the eyes and the wits, hum? Seeing such details in a mere and simple movement of his hand. He did well not test his luck sparing against her, it would have likely ended in a bloodshed. He flexed his hand once again - no need to conceal it now that she knew - just to examine the damage. No critical injury, that much was easy to know. Only slight pain now. Fully operational. Good. For Mathieu didn't know how to read her smile, and was still dead ready to his weapons in case all went wrong. That thought quickly escaped his mind as Aria's cape fell on the ground, leaving him quite confused and slightly frowning - this situation was completely new to him and more than a little awkward. He did take a step backward since he knew not what to do next, as if to give the young lady some personal space.
Ah, so it came down to presentation now. Glad he made it to that point without spilling any blood. Really, he wished someone would have taught him how a Kelvic's mind worked - he was completely at loss here. The only thing he seemed to have learned there was that a naked Kelvic was a dangerous one. She did look more civilized with some clothes on though her feral, piercing gaze lingered still as a remnant of wilderness in her. And now that he could look at her without the risk of getting his face clawed into a gory mess, he realized she looked really young for her stature - almost reaching 6' tall, yet only recently did she seem to step into womanhood. Name's Mathieu. I'm more commonly known as the Reaper, he said while pointing at the great scythe which was obviously poking out of his back. Nice to meet you, he added as a common form of courtesy. |