Wrath felt a small smile creep onto his face, revealing his fangs.
"A true duel, with an expert from ancient times when the art of sword fighting was formed, and perfected. Yes, my blade rarely thirsts, but to many are incompetents who believe that waving a sword around or madly hacking at or opponent is skill, that is for those who do not merely rely on fire arms and other more modern weapons. They seem to forget that once they run out of bombs and ammo, their modern technology is useless. Oh well who ever said that humans were intelligent."
Wrath let his cloak fall to the roof, and pulled his own blade from its sheathe. With a flick of his wrist he brought it into a defensive position in front of him.
"As you said, En Garde."
Wrath then took a step to his left, staying perfectly balanced by instinct, and his eyes observed Rayana's torso, waiting for the shift and tensing of muscles that would give away her move, while he looked for a weakness in her defenses as well.
"A true duel, with an expert from ancient times when the art of sword fighting was formed, and perfected. Yes, my blade rarely thirsts, but to many are incompetents who believe that waving a sword around or madly hacking at or opponent is skill, that is for those who do not merely rely on fire arms and other more modern weapons. They seem to forget that once they run out of bombs and ammo, their modern technology is useless. Oh well who ever said that humans were intelligent."
Wrath let his cloak fall to the roof, and pulled his own blade from its sheathe. With a flick of his wrist he brought it into a defensive position in front of him.
"As you said, En Garde."
Wrath then took a step to his left, staying perfectly balanced by instinct, and his eyes observed Rayana's torso, waiting for the shift and tensing of muscles that would give away her move, while he looked for a weakness in her defenses as well.