There are too many cats in this thread. Purge it.

Big... Entrance? *Libra turns her head in confsuion.* I am afraid I do not follow. All I did was enter this place normally. Like that girl over there. *Libra gestures with her staff at Kun-Chan.* I do not see the issue.

Alright, child. If you wish. *With a small smile, Libra steps forward. She gets into possition and plants her staff into the ground behind her.* I have a long line of "public servants" who abuse their power who can explain to you why this is a bad idea. But I'm always happy to add one more to the list. Worry not though. Unlike you, I am in a good mood. I have decided to go easy on you.

*Libra shrugged* I assumed this was a public venue, so I didn't feel like I needed to knock. If I was mistaken, I will apologize. If not, that attitude does well to scare away customers.

I'm still not sure I understand you. I walked in, mumbled to myself and then you started complaining. If anyone is disturbing the peace you so covet, I would say it is you. All I've seen you do so far is yell at me for doing nothing worthy of the treatment. If you are having a bad day, I would appreciate it if you did not take it out on me.

* Libra watched patiently as Isamu transforms.* It seems you have a modicum of magical talent hidden in that tool of yours. Whether you can use it to it's fullest potential is another matter entirely however. But first, where are my manners? *Libra curtsies.* My name is Libra. My title is not one you would have heard before, so I shall not bore you with it. It is a pleasure to fight you on this fine day. And since you were so kind to insist on me taking the first move, I shall oblige. *Libra smiles before lazily swinging a hand at Isamu. A gale of ice cold wind shoots forward at high speeds. It's a simple opening move, not used to cause direct damage to push back. If he was not bracing himself, the wind would push Isamu as far back as it could, trying to knock him into the back wall.*

*Libra stepped in, the large staff in her hand clacking against the ground as she entered, announcing her presence. Slowly, she lowered her partily transparent look and stared around the room.* Antiquated place. Such tales of battle melded into the walls. This lair holds quite the tradition under it's roof. Fascinating.

So running your opening gambit. Then I shall remove that option from you. *Libra swings her arms upwards. After a short rumbling, the ground splits open and a wave of roots fly forward. The roots snake their way towards Isamu, twisting through the air, burying back into the ground only to emerge in a different location nearby. The twisting formation blocks the shot fired at Libra before continuing the charge. Libra watches carefully, preparing for Isamu to try and escaping the sweeping snare she sent snaking at him.*