Lenwe Tiwele has been stalking Ether and her companion for quite some time now. Lenwe's spiky brown hair cover his lavender eyes almost completely. His build is quite small, yet his strength is imensely surprising. He's tall and quite handsome. He's fast and agile and strikes with the quickness of a cheetah and with the quietness of a tiger approaching it's prey.

Lenwe waits in the unknown shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to stalk this 'prey.' His prey is, of course, Ether. His reasons are...unknown...at best. Many things about Lenwe are unknown, but one thing is for sure. Most who have come across him don't live to tell it.

Damnit!
A shiver smoothed through his body as Dias watched her remove the sickle-like blade from the door near his face. he should've known! spinning his own weapons in hand he shifted forward slashing out at the woman as he would an equal fighter. if it was a match she wanted it was a match she'd get! but he knew better than to treat Ether like a woman in a fight. Spinning around he kicked out in a broad spin completing the cycle with a backhand slash that narrowly missed the soft skin of her face. that would be his balls if any part of those pretty features was scarred in even a friendly spar. No matter. he'd been sort of stiff towards her lately a fight was good venting. but....he found himself distracted for a split instant. there was that feeling again. that skin prickling awareness he hadn't been able to shake since they'd left the edge of the rift...

Ether smirked realizing she hadn't gained the full of her opponent's attention. It was his mistake however, and she made him pay for it in full, sweeping backwards and flushing suddenly forward with Vortune at the ready she pushed a brutal shoulder into his chest to throw him off balance, following in the wake of his fall with her sword sliting a warning gash in the shoulder of his shirt. Grinning at his look of dumbfoundment she practically sparkled. "Eyes on me!" She taunted, absorbing the remaining momentum of her attack with a 180 degree twirl that sheathed the tip of her weapon in the ashen earth at her feet. "Where is that focus you had before, my knight?!"