Prism knew she would have to slow down, and fast, or else she would crash into something. She slid to a stop, using her heels, and kicked off the wall, making sure she didn't show her back to her opponent. She kept her swords ready, and went for another attack, making sure to guard the hilts of her swords, and her feet, so previous events wouldn't repeat themselves.

( I'm so sorry for the late reply :0)

The attack took him by surprise as he jerked up from his duck, but was a bit late. He caught the swords on his staff once again, but Prism had restricted off the hilts, so his normal tactics wouldn't work. Attempting to push back, Anubis fell back, feet sliding over the floor as he retreated. Hopefully she wouldn't engage in direct combat with him, or he would definitely loose. He spun his staff and held it back, point facing down as he watched her wearily.

Silence tossed her golden hair over her shoulder, fixing it as she exited the shower. Her naturally pale blue eyes surveyed her room, and she spotted Briar standing/sitting (?) nearby. She had just been freshening up, she had wanted time to go train or head outside. "Hello Briar," the woman said, her voice slightly like a purr with a hint of an accent.

Prism smiled softly. She was starting to understand how his attacks worked. She took a moment to regain her breath, it took a bit out of her. She started running towards him again, making sure to guard what she had previously guarded. She tried to use most of her strength, but it might be enough to make him stumble.

Anubis' brow furrowed in concentration as he mentally noted that Prism had somehow got hold of his tactics, but he had no other way. He did notice that she was charging at him again; probably not a good idea if he was ready, but she was guarding the hilts of her swords, which made things complicated. She was going fast, so he wanted to hook-and-fling her again... her wrist, perhaps. He brought his staff forwards and tried to hook it around her wrist and drag her around him again and let go, although he was unsure whether this would work or not.

Prism had a feeling he would try this again, maybe she could use it to her advantage. She used the speed to sort of twist and try to regain her balance, before she hit the ground. Her mind and body were starting to get tired, this much thinking and attacking was a lot of work, her stamina was slowly deteriorating. She stumbled, losing her balance slightly. She shook her head lightly, trying to prepare herself again.

"It would just add to the list of ways the world tries to screw me over." The man answered with a slight growl. "And I don't understand why you collect cups, do you just have shelves lined with cups in your room? Or do you use them all?" He himself didn't see such a use for things like that. In fact his room was rather baren save for his bed and a few sets of clothes along with some cigarette packs. And there was that one stuffed animal he kept, in case he had nightmares but no one knew of it he made sure to keep it hidden very well.

"Aw come on... I use them, and I just like looking at them..." she did indeed hoard cups, and some plushies and comforters but that was off topic.(Hoarding baby).Her wings ruffled a bit inside of her jacket nervously.They soon arrived at the cafe