"Oh please, I know this is all very emotional to you and all… But perhaps you should consider another way, your blade is never going to leave even a single mark on me" she simply stated, slowly turning to face Isilt, each and every of his furious strikes repelled, he couldn't even force her cloak to slightly bend inward as a result of his attacks, it was like battling against a statue, all seemed of the same durability, carved out of the same, impenetrable stone.
Gritting his teeth, she wasn't even pretending to be defending against his assault, just standing there, waiting for him to exhaust himself like a hyperactive child whose parents didn't want to deal with.
And that expression, mild amusement, eyebrows slightly raised, as if impressed by the utter lack of strength and skill in each of his movements, in all of his actions-