#//he can and SHOULD body her btw. She has NO self-preservation instinct (thanks Wannour)

[ironmaidenxsteelheart]

Imania lets out a breath. To any other eyes, in any other light, the steam that hisses from her nose would be invisible. "I'll take my chances." She retorts, steeled, unafraid of his posturing and threats. But not because she's cocky. No. She knows something he doesn't. Some secret that quells every mortal fear she knows she ought to hold. She always comes back, after all. He's cornered himself. She sees the opportunity in his stance, and swings low, instead of overhead-- aiming to knock him flat, prone, instead of knock him out. He didn't deserve the mercy of a quick death (who knows how many he'd fed upon), but God Willing, she would grant it!!

"Tsk, typical..."

It was all he could say to voice his displeasure before having to evade the oncoming attack. He darted backward, and though he was only cornering himself deeper into the back of the barn that wide sweep would've landed if he had dodged any other way. She was fast, and clearly not some rookie looking for a chance at praise and glory by slaying a creature of the night. The whirring and steam made him question if that strength was really her own though, or if she was aided by some mechanism.

"I'm not someone you wish to fight, nor do I wish to harm you. You're not the first 'holier than thou' crusader I've faced and as you can see, I'm still standing with all parts of myself intact," he was crouched low, bloodstained fangs bared and hands clawed while his pupils turned to slits. A low, threatening snarl rumbled in the back of his throat, "Leave me be, while I still grant you the opportunity. I'm sure you have other work to be done than sparring with an old beast."