Gyre's skin prickles when he hears her voice, his shoulders raising tensely, and only more so when he feels the water suddenly gather around his boots. He lifts a foot immediately, grimacing down at the pool, and then up at her as she draws her weapon out. The idea of fighting someone who sounds like that fills him with absolute dread, and he shakes his head.

"Is that what you need to happen? For this to work?" he asks, his voice rasping low as he tries to express how unhappy the thought makes him. He doesn't want to do this at all, but he does slowly drift a foot back into the beginnings of a fighting stance.