IC: Michealle (Ur-Karpathos, The Dark City, Old Residential Quarter) Michealle was actually having fun watching those little mice, run, like their pants were on fire. As she walked, she mentally picked out a few young girls who could actually use the coin, and make a living. To her discuss, she seen a few boys who may have some magical abilities in them, but they can crawl to the depths of hell, before she would take them on. Her robes swished and swirled, around her as she walked, in complete satifaction that she was not one of them. She was taken from her parents many years ago, and now as she looked back, she was glad. Over the past few years, when her master was still alive, she had sneaked into the chambers and looked into his magic mirror, which got broken during her take over. Now she could not see what her parents were doing and even her new brother. She mentally shook that off, and continued to walk on. Though with in a few minutes after getting started again, someone called out. "Turn around and face me magiker, let us have ourselves a test of art and see who is the greater. Refuse me at your peril. I, Mournshade, challenges you." Said a young man. She could tell it was a man, but not the age completely. She was guessing around the late teens to early twenties, but it was a male. Michealle mentally cringed at the thought a male had the guts to challenge her. Not looking back, "What do you want boy? Are even sure you can take me whelp?" Now she turned around to look at the man, then laughted. "You," she said pointing at him. "You might mess those nice clothes up, and have nothing to wear to your grave." She had noticed that now, they were basically alone there in the street. Though the eyes of the locals, were almost seen, by the sparkle from the candle lights. She lightly stepped back more towards the large hay stack, that was now behind her. Trying to keep his attention, she spoke agian. "So you want to challange me to a duel of magic? What is my prize when I win? I hope it is not a small bag of gold. Or," holding up a finger, "Or one of your cheap magic tricks that you happen to know." While she spoke, she started to tap her finger. "So, what is it going to be young man? I figure your mom would hate to loose a nasty looking boy like you, would she?" A small sinister luagh came from her lips, as two deadly snakes slid down her leg, and into the hay. Then suddenly she spoke sharply, to bring any loose attention back to her eyes, "Speak, or I will fry you here!" TAG: Everyone (greyjedi125) OOC:Just seeing who was awake.