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The dark haired male didn't move after 'introducing' his presence, her only reply earning a smirk. Deceiving huh? It was almost painfully ironic and amusing to him, her statement one of the biggest truths to him. 'Indeed, you have no idea just how pleasant such deceit can appear.' he thought wryly, only to catch the sudden movement of the woman as she chose the former of his assumptions of what she might do. Attack on sight. Not that he blamed her.

First was her dagger flung at his face, the demon moving his head aside just enough to avoid the point of the blade. Even dodging, a section of fabric on his collar was sliced, along with a small lock of hair being cut in half. 'She's fast' he thought with surprise, his eyes watching closely as his attacker charged him with her spear. He could practically smell the poison on the edge of her blade.

With a swiftness that was clearly beyond any normal human, the man drew his sword, bringing it up to block the spear at the last possible second during it's arc, a grin on his face as the spear's blade hovered just out of reach.

Now on the offensive, Sverre stepped forward, forcing his opponent back to avoid his broadsword as he moved to keep the weapon from reaching him. "Most impressive m'lady. I can tell already you are a skilled fighter, a strong opponent indeed."
Swinging his sword in a wide arc not unlike her with the spear, he backed her towards the crumbled wall of what seemed to once be a butcher shop. As soon as the woman aimed to attack him again, he intercepted the spear with his sword once more, this time whacking the flat of the blade at the point where her hands gripped the spear in an attempt to force her to drop the weapon.

"But I'm stronger."