It all happens so quickly, the blurs of her savage movements. The night freezes, all sounds cease as Ardor stares at this new version of her. Xia gazes back at him, a silent challenge in those brown unwavering eyes. She isn't afraid anymore, that's for certain. She stabs the last Anachron with flair, his body collapsing with the heavy crunch of bones . "Do you still feel attraction towards me though I'm no longer a damsel in distress?" she gets straight to the point. A slow smile forms on Ardor's lips while he whips out his guns. "Ataraxia, we're far beyond that question but, to be deferential, I'll answer you. I significantly still feel great allure towards you and frankly, you're even hotter with blades." Xia breaks into smile, that all-too- familiar smile. "Now" Ardor bites back a grin, "let's kick ass."