Preston sighed, shaking his head with his polearm slung lazily over his shoulders, looking rather unimpressed as he glanced over in his opponent's direction. Now, it wasn't that she didn't look like that big of a threat - but she really didn't look like that big of a threat. Pres himself wasn't the most talented fighter, but he had a good enough grip on his gift that he expected this to be done and over with fairly quickly. "I hope these mirages work. I wouldn't want to ruin your pretty face." He mused, a smug look on his face.
