'Meet the swing just before it reaches me,' the sword unsheathed, '-there's a chance he'll talk to Kylsha, seems the type to judge strength on outward appearances,' he dove through the levied fog of the impact, '-accuracy is good enough.'
"What?" *clash,* a brief moment of fear forced the body into a natural block, '-did he trigger my instinct?' casual banter to the demoness stopped short – after the first strike, Kanad turned toward the demoness with his ax at his side, more or less a warning shot. '-He parried my strike and vanished,' he scoured left and right, '-where is he?' the strong-armed Demonlord watched furiously, was he up or down.
"Drop your weapon."
"Excuse me?" the voice spoke from the throne.
