[Quiet Man Cometh]

Expecting the side-step, Quiet still had to kick off hard from the ground to dodge Behemoth's blade. The tangi got a facefull of white feathers as Quiet managed a tight somersault over his swinging blade, at the cost of a few feather-tips.

She hissed at the minute contact, not injured but already aware of the shift in the air currents around her wings. She skidded to a stop a few feet away, turning fast and tucking her wings back into place behind her back, minus two small pieces that were floating by Behel's feet.

"You say you've been to Kalin. Would you call what they have a good thing?" She raised on eyebrow, her sword still held infront of her. "You can call me Quiet. That is all I use here. Shall the next step be yours?"