The moment that Anna materializes her blade's sword Zelos feels the temperature shift of Malos' ether in the ambient, and right away his calculating mind slots him as a darkness based blade. Okay, he can work with that. That's fine. Zelos lowers his stance, fully expecting Anna's eagerness and excitement to push her forth first, and feels a smug satisfaction coat his being when he guesses right.

Anna's speed is a surprise, however. Zelos knows right away that he's not going to get away with a sidestep, so instead he braces himself and locks blades with her immediately in a loud clash. He's still off-balance a little, though, but he digs his heels in as he's pushed back, desperately reaching for that pre-programmed something in his veins that he'd used to fight his way out of Meltokio Castle.

It'll take a while for his instincts to kick in properly, he knows. He laughs through grit teeth, the effort to try pushing back quite mighty to his out of practice bones. "Eager, are we?" he mutters. Then he feels himself finally gather his footing and shoves Anna away, following with a quick twirl-slash-twirl. "You having fun?"