Highwind17: The hair on the back of Neseru's neck stood on end, as she pushed off the tree, jumping mundanely back, at the same time drawing raising her two hands in an open palmed stance, with her weight on her back foot. It was a offensive counter, stance, ready to take anything in terms of rush and mundane attacks, as she secretly prepared her energy, as it built up on her shoulders, so she could thrust it through her hand, to deal the damage her small body couldn't deal out physically. The word 'vizard' had struck a cord in her, as she felt the pain on her recently healed arm. "W-why are you h-here?" she asked, her quiet voice stammered o