"Because I'm really fine. And I'd rather you beat me up than Michael. It's better in the long run. Plus, Warner won't let it get too far. Right, Warns?"
She huffed, looking a little irritated. "Then who could I fight that could come close to Michael's level?"
She frowned, looking concerned and frustrated. "You do realize that by refusing to fight me, you're not letting me prepare, right?" she asked, not unkindly. "I don't know what Michael could do, but he can and will hurt me more than you ever would. I'm pretty sure he could end my existence easily."
This seemed to frustrate him. "I'm not fighting you, Adeline. That's final. Ask Sariel, or someone else. He'd be more aware of how Saing Michael works."
She sighed irritably, standing up. "If I die because I was ill-prepared," she told him quietly, one brow raised, "that'll be on you. You will have to remember this conversation and you will realize that you were the one to blame." There was a small pause before she shook her head. "No. I didn't mean that. I'm frustrated with you right now and it's making me mean. I'm sorry. But I'm still pissed. I'm going to find Sariel."
"Yeah," she replied sharply. "Me too. I'll see you later." She left the room, closing the door behind her.
She was fuming, clearly upset, not saying anything as she walked in front of him, moving quickly down the hall.
She slowed to a stop, turning to face him sharply. "What?" she asked harshly, although he would be able to tell that her anger wasn't directed at him.
