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Jeph watched in shock as the spike came hurtling towards him, their trajectory aimed towards his current position. Diving out of the way, he quickly flexed his fingers, trying to prep himself for the inevitable. "Well, good to see you just assumed I wanted to fight. Very well, time to go about this properly." He replied, before standing, cracking his neck and knuckles, and clearing his throat. His smirk changed from one of amusement, to a grin worthy of the most insane member of an asylum. Adopting a defensive stance, he pointed his finger towards an overheard sprinkler, calling it into action. Water gushed down, soaking the hallway as well as it's occupants. "Hope those papers weren't vitally important, Avaron. It would be a shame for the long trip you took to this hallway to be completely wasted like that." He shouted over the din of the sprinklers, his grin gaining a steadily more evil quality to it. He was not one to fight often, but the ones he did get in were oft full of trickery and other such machinations.

Drenched to the bone already, he stared at Avaron with an expectant expression, waiting for her next move. In truth, he hoped to get away from this battle without much of a conflict, but he was fairly certain that Avaron wouldn't allow that. Crossing his arms, he glanced around, trying to plot out how exactly he would attempt to make it out of this little predicament. 'Well, the grid is obviously not an option with this one. Maybe, just maybe, I could trick her into going into one of the rooms that has lockdown. Nah, she's too clever for that. Great, Jeph, just great. How do you even get into these situations?' The voices of reason and of his personality debated in his mind, as Jeph gradually became more and more aware of what he was doing. "Shit shit shit shit shiiiiiiit. This is bad, ohhhhhh this is bad." He muttered under his breath, glancing nervously towards the end of the hallway.