As she paced, she watched Astaroth carefully. He was trying to do something, she could see it in the way his tail moved towards her. She swerved to avoid it and continued to walk. "Imagination. I have no need for imagination. Nor do I have need of companions. They are simply tools. They have never been more than that."

She stopped moving and faced Astaroth straight again. She did not have the kind of patience at the moment for this little game he was playing and she saw no reason to continue. "I know what you're doing," she growled, with a hint of threat. "I don't approve of any spells used on me without my permission. I won't tolerate you trying to touch me anymore."

Reseda frowned, a little disappointed. She used to see Astaroth as a step towards power. Something that she could use as a template for her future self. But now she could see him as he was, an arrogant, pitiful old man, thinking himself better, thinking he knew better. Reseda had never a need for imagination, only rational thinking. "If I am a fool, I am not the only one here." If he needed to be filled in, he had only needed to ask. She would have told him or even let him see some of it. But his foolishness, his arrogance, that would be his doom.

She didn't speak anymore, she simply stared as her magicka collected. And in one, single push, the magicka was released. A deadly laser, headed straight for the wolf.

The laugh was poorly timed, Reseda thought, as the wolf was thrown backwards. If he had saved his laugh for later, perhaps, if or when he scored a hit on her, then he wouldn't have looked like a damn fool. That what she just didn't understand about these emotion-creatures. They just didn't know when to stop showing off.

She glanced around. Having a fight in the bone room was always a good idea. There were plenty of bones to work with. With a flick of her claw, a number of heavy bones floated into the air and with a push, she sent them hurtling towards Astaroth. So he had been trapped under bones for 7 cycles? Obviously this was a weakness of his. If he was trapped again, he would be much easier to dispose of.

The wolf dodged the bones fairly well, but Reseda watched a few of them hitting his leg. She followed him with her head as he danced and she pinpointed the spot where he would land. She raised more bones, sharper ones this time though. She didn't get too many, but it hopefully would be enough to cause some kind of damage. Where he landed, she let them fly. Not as fast as the bullets she had sent towards Blueberry, though. Not nearly.

Reseda narrowed her eyes, growing mildly impatient. He was dodging everything, it seemed, and she didn't really have the time to be sticking around her forever, casting spell after spell after spell. She sighed. She had really looked up to him at one time, didn't she? She had seen him as her master, if only for a while. It was true, then, in this case, that the student had really outgrown the master. She was certain in her superiority in magic and skill. He could only dodge.

But could he dodge this?

A blast of magic burst from her gem in all directions, a shockwave, although not a very powerful one, went rolling in all directions. Perhaps she could throw him on his back, make it easier to get an attack in. Maybe she's be lucky to throw him into a sharp bone. Who knows.