He's fast.

Natasha's starting to enjoy this. It shows in the way her eyes brighten. The way she twists and flips when she lets go of the cage top. It's not that she isn't taking this seriously. No. No, not at all.

She has just realized that she needn't worry about Vanyel at all. The prospect of being able to fight at full tilt isn't one she's had recently between training new Avengers and her new charge here in the Nexus. Adrenaline courses through her veins and she runs for Vanyel.

The wolf she was set on ignoring but it isn't darting for her. It detonates on the boulder sending shrapnel of rock and debris in all directions. Natasha dodges the larger pieces, ducking and protecting her head as the shockwave and heat pass by.

Something's wrong.

Natasha's eyes snap back to the arena.

Vanyel isn't there. Nope. Nope not sticking around to have him magic the ground away or anything like that. She's heading for the far wall and scaling up the fencing a ways to see if he's hiding out in any of the other outcroppings littering the arena.