Emerald gaze sparkled as the young woman stood slowly, a challenge indeed . . . but not of a harmful nature.

It's the hangman game we play now . . . but with if both could be victors and both could escape the noose?

Intelligent gaze stayed quietly upon the brute before her, thoughtful. Perhaps she would see him again, for now there was something else to which she must turn her attention . . . the school of magic.

A soft smile tapered across her delicate features, cinammon tresses dancing about them. A swish of her cloak, and the graceful form was moving towards the boundaries of the wildlands . . . the deep azul cloak billowing about her slender form. A tender murmur escaped her throat, finding it's way across the breeze . . .

"Perhaps, chance will see to it that we meet again, ebon rogue. Until then . . . I wish you luck."

And the young woman took up a quick run, femminine legs carrying her swiftly through the forest branches.