~I can’t.~ He tells her. Because any time there is danger he can not help but feel like he is about to enter a very delicate dance. He can dual he has been trained for it. He knows how to shield, dip, and move. But he knows that all it takes is one miss-step, and the dance will end. One green spell and he like a few of the other order members will fall like puppets that have lost their strings. He has seen death enough to know that he doesn’t want to go like that.