Devon had a smirk on his face, as he heard the words of the woman. Even though he knew that the person who had eyes set on him was someone far stronger than he was, there wasn't a single trace of fear on his face.
Rather still, he had the kind of face that made one assume that he couldn't be more glad at how things turned out.
"Foolish woman... Do you think I don't know what you want!" Despite, all the stunts the woman had pulled off, Devon had chosen to keep his cool a little, but now, he couldn't hold the urge inside him any longer.
The instant, Devon decided to put his fear aside and battle things with this woman, two swords appeared beside him. One was the arrogant black sword, while the other was the white sword. Both swords were in their position, anticipating the battle that was about to unfold.
