An eyebrow went up when she saw how Torn reacted to her, but a smile curled her lips.  "Well now, that is somewhat unexpected.  Good move though," the drow thought to herself.  How much he knew of her was unknown, but Moliira had once governed over the winds themselves.  While that was no longer her domains, she still had a deep understanding of air magic.  Climbing closer to the top of her tree, she whispered to the air, encouraging its more mischievous nature.  It was actually quite funny to watch Torn try and keep his balance on the cloud, but she had to admire his persistence. 

Then the javelins began to fly into the forest.  That was another good move, and she silently applauded her opponent.  But that left her with two options.  Reveal herself, or find another, safer hiding place.  While she normally showed a great deal of patience, Moliira also preferred to end a fight before it got too dangerous.  And a part of her simply wanted a good, bloody, brutal fight.  That part decided her reaction.  The next time that Torn's flying cloud got within range, the drow emerged in a burst of leaves from the canopy.  It was a calculated risk, but Moliira knew she would only get so far being cautious.  One hand grasped the flying cloud, just for a split second, but it was enough.  Her other grasped his ankle, her grip like iron.

She grinned up at Torn, completely confident in anything that would happen next.  She just waited to see what he would do. 

Torn made a yelp as Moliira emerged as a bolt from the blue (or green), and latched herself onto both Nimbus and his ankle. Panicked, Torn was unable to do anything for about eight seconds when a thought occurred to him. Wait. She’s not doing anything either. Torn looked around, a little confused, before looking down at Moliira again, perking an eyebrow. “Sooo… How’d you figure that’d work out?” Torn was then yanked in the foot, falling chest-first onto Nimbus. “Oof!” Torn got winded for a second. He craned his head over Nimbus’ edge, looking at Moliira upside down. “So, I hope you’re aware that Nimbus will probably ram you into the ground if I fall,” he said, but soon learned that Moliira could probably overcome such an obstacle. With that in mind, Torn had Nimbus swoop lower over the plains, and rolled off.

He got to his feet rather quickly, turning to face Moliira. In a very short span of time, Torn had his main combat spear and shield both raised - and chose not to wait for long. If it’s going to be a straight fight, the sooner I can close the gap the better, he concludes, and proceeded to do a swift advance. Craning his upper body back and forth like a boxer as he made a slight zigzag advance, Torn did his best to balance mobility and defense, keeping his shield raised.

The yelp from Torn told her that the plan to surprise her opponent had succeeded, and there was an amused grin on her face.  She waited a few, long moments to see what he would do, then showed Torn the answer to his question before actually saying anything.  "Oh, about like that," she said with a chuckle.  From how quickly he fell, Moliira could tell that he hadn't been expecting such a move.  She only shook her head when Torn actually bothered to caution her, he still didn't quite realize just who he was dealing with.  "Oh, don't worry about me.  This old wolf still has a few tricks," Moliira said, maintaining the cheeky attitude that seemed to mirror Torn's.

She landed lightly, rolling once to slow her momentum, and Moliira was quickly back on her feet, swords drawn.  Her mind worked quickly, analyzing Torn's stance and the best way to get past the shield.  It was likely she would have to employ dirty tactics… and she was a drow after all.  It was practically expected.  And for her, it was just a matter of getting in a clear shot.  Her two blades were held firmly in her hand, whirling them in the air casually. 

But the moment Torn got into range, they stopped moving in a blur and snapped at the spear and shield.  She did not mind retreating, picking her steps carefully.  It was a test, and a trap, in order for her to better understand how Torn fought.  Moliira was confident that he couldn't physically overwhelm her, and she knew she was the faster of the two.  Jabs were deflected down, and a plan started to form in her form.  A trio of them, actually.  But it would depend on the opening that she got first.  One involved a more straightforward assault, the second a bit of subterfuge, and the third a bit of trickery.  Perhaps her final plan would be a blend of the three.

For now though, Moliira kept her blades in motion, kept her steps careful and measured.