There was a soft half-hearted snort from the demon prince at her preferred choice of fighting style. Staring out across the lake his eyes lost focus as if he was gazing at something far off, his expression touched with a hint of sadness.

"I know someone who is like that. Though... he prefers gun play and knifes to fists." A brief moment of silence paused before his eyes blinked away what ever spell he was under. "I suppose with my own magic being so similar to how these dreamotions work, I have had an easier time learning to adjust. Though the transition hasn't been entirely seamless. Its a bit more... moody."

Stolas cracked a smirk at his little quip as he raised his hand to cup them together. Inside his palms, a flame of blue magic flickered. Its shape pulsed like molten glass as it eventually took form as a tiny star. For a moment it hovered there peacefully twinkling before it shot up to the sky exploding in a shower of sparks that shimmered gracefully back down in graceful arcs.