[Ardyn threw the pen clear across the room, disappearing in the same outline and red trail. If the difference in time was anything a human could measure, he reappeared barely a fraction of an instant behind her, bracing his hand on the wall just slightly out of breath.]

[Dammit, out of MP again.]

...I couldn't tell which of us got here first. [With a slight laugh, he called to the bird still perched near his coat.] I don't suppose you saw otherwise, Luscinia?

[To which she simply ruffled her feathers and refused to call it either way. On account of being a pigeon.]

Traitor. And here I thought she'd side with me.