<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">Illian struck out with the pommel of one of his daggers, hitting her on the wrist and causing her hand to go numb. With a deft dodge he moved out of the way of the other dagger, narrowly avoiding it as it cut through the material on his leg, but didn’t touch his skin. He backed away and scooped up her knife from the floor, examining the tip. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">“Poison? Really? Now that’s just cliche.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99"> He tossed it into the fireplace, getting it out of the way as he watched her. He appeared calm now, though anyone looking at him could see the rage sitting right below the surface.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d"> “I am so glad that I was right. I figured you would give me a fight, you know how much I love it when they struggle.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99"> A lecherous grin sat on his face as he looked at her, taking his time as he approached again.</span>