lucky break (hive)

Mal glanced over at her and then straight back at Pix, Mal was dead a sword to his neck wouldn't phase him and Tim had expected this from the start. It was do or die, his acting skills versus their knowledge of his master. Tim pointed to one of the lights and fired off a blast of the black energy radiating purple fire. "Ms. Nightfire I would recommend regarding your thought about it being excessive. For starters just because I'm in a good mood and decide to be kind to a couple students brave enough to challenge me." He grabbed the cutlass between his fingers and moved it away from his neck.

Tim stepped toward Pix his status as a warlock being reconfirmed as he demanded. "Where is your proof then? If I want to refer to my room as an office that is my business. Or is it just that you have a problem with the way I teach my class. Is it a problem with me, because trust me we can sort this out without a need for us to come to blows." Tim was drawing on the bravado that Malharon had always put off. In all reality his movement towards Pix was less about intimidation and more about getting closer to an escape path. As long as he was out of the swords reach he was pretty sure his blinding beam followed by invisibilty and taking a long route would help him.