Corin's blade danced in his hands, precisely countering Lyle's overwhelming speed and force. Of course, there was still a clear difference in power – Lyle was clearly superior to him, and he knew it, but he didn't let it show on his face. He fought with great composure, not allowing Lyle to notice any of his emotions, not relying on brute strength as his sharp mind worked as much as it could, trying to calculate the next move, looking for an opening.
"Who are you?!" Corin asked with an angry expression as he parried another strike from Lyle. His voice was cold, his face obviously angry, but Lyle could notice the faint hint of desperation in the voice, the small flicker in his eyes.
"You people … you don't strike me as assassins, you don't –"
