[Disgruntled and not quite sure why, Mingjue lets him go.]
Fine. Yes.
[Because yes. There's room. And no people. Which suits him for this...whatever this is. Venting mixed with an urgent desire to test A-Yao and A-Yao's new gifts.
Then it's Mingjue's turn to make sure that he himself is ready to fight. Once he is, after a quick check, he strides his way out into the center of the space. It's only once he's actually out there, far enough from A-Yao to make it clear that he's doing it in context of a spar, that he draws Baxia again. The power he's using to wield her thrums in the air around him; he's very much not going to be holding back. He throws a glance at A-Yao, evaluative but dispassionate about it, the fury that spikes and drives him already being redirected.]
no subject
Fine. Yes.
[Because yes. There's room. And no people. Which suits him for this...whatever this is. Venting mixed with an urgent desire to test A-Yao and A-Yao's new gifts.
Then it's Mingjue's turn to make sure that he himself is ready to fight. Once he is, after a quick check, he strides his way out into the center of the space. It's only once he's actually out there, far enough from A-Yao to make it clear that he's doing it in context of a spar, that he draws Baxia again. The power he's using to wield her thrums in the air around him; he's very much not going to be holding back. He throws a glance at A-Yao, evaluative but dispassionate about it, the fury that spikes and drives him already being redirected.]
Ready.