Acario was surprised yet quite amused with the fact that Viktoria had squealed when he said boo. He laughed out loud, but it looked like the fall had scraped her up a bit. "You really may want to consider wearing armor... It would help you a lot in hand to hand combat. At least some tough leather so you can still move around fairly quickly? I'd hate to see that pretty face of yours all scratched up." He smirked, but he was telling the truth, armor would be nice for her, especially if he could hurt her so easily. If nothing else she should wear it when fighting someone like him. When Viktoria muttered something about Acario playing her, a flash of sadness but understanding moved across his face."I may be known for lying, but when I compliment someone, I mean it." He said seriously. He recognized the motions with her hands and swerved to the side as the orb came in to smack his skull again. "Rule number two, never repeat the sam attack twice in a row, unless in rapid succession." He listed nonchalantly. The basics of combat were the only rules he knew by heart. When she made the slapping motion, he ducked again, thinking it was the orb once more, however the sharp pain in his ankles proved him wrong. Damn those projectile claws. They wrapped themselves around his ankles and he would have tripped if it weren't for the fact he was flying. "Rule number three; Never assume..." He grumbled, looking at his bleeding feet, however, now he realized the chains connected to the claws were pulling him in, yet he flashed a smile. "Rule number four, use your opponents' weapons against them." He said in a triumphant tone, grabbing the chains and instead of her pulling him in, he pulled her to him, and wrapped her arms up in her own chain. They were inches away, face to face, just where Acario liked to be. He couldn't stop smiling for some reason though, as his silver eyes looked over her face. "Now what are you going to do...? I assure you, there's a lot of things I could do right now." He said with an arrogant smirk. He felt as though he had won this battle, and it was much more amusing to find a way to trap her or win without killing her. He saw the pure hatred in her eyes, however, and frowned slightly. "You really don't like me do you?" He mused, almost entertained by the idea, then with a sigh he unhooked himself, and let her go.
"Can you honestly,
Resist this face?"
If I'm a troublemaker, then Jinx is a CATastrophe:
What the mischief maker is doing: Watching from the sidelines
How she feels: Curious and Interested.