This accursed woman, playing dirty tricks just like a pirate would. He stared down the silver blade in her hand. His gun was several feet away lying in the grass, out of reach. He had three more on hand, but he wouldn't take the chance of the male pirate decapitating Katarina. He'd have to play by her rules for now, but he was without a saber.
" Age before beauty."He held up a hand to slow her down. "
Please, Let me hold a blade first." He whistled over a nearby soldier.
"Relinquish your sabre soldier" The soldier nodded silently and handed the curved blade over. Clay turned back to the pirate, touching the tip of his blade to hers. They locked eyes for a moment before Clay lunged forward with murderous intent. This was not a battle he could lose.
She stopped him at every thrust, every slice, every single attack he sent would be deflected with ease. He was not one for sword-play. He hated it in fact, but he was trained in it nonetheless. She was much more skilled than he. He had to find a way to get her to drop her guard, she had to have some kind of weakness.