Hal considered the conversation to be at an end after which he dis the natural thing which was to turn around and head for the exit.
He had nothing, in particular, to talk to Elenor about and since their spar, he was a little about keeping his distance from the woman he had just recently called Crazy.
It had nothing to do with fear really and had more to do with simply not wanting to be in contact with the Malignant ruler of the Devil Tribe... For now.
Alas, Elenor was of a different mind...
She stood up, thrust her arm out, and stopped Hal from walking too far and when Hal turned his face to look at her, she grinned, drew back her arm so that her hand was on his chest, and then dashed at a speed that blurred Hal's surroundings.
*Bam!*
Hal's back hit the wall but no sound escaped his lips as he just stared into Elenor's eyes while she stared back into his with her hand still in his chest pressing him to the wall.