<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">"Hey there pretty boy, expecting company?"</span><br/><br/>As he came to the top of the landing he halted and frowned as she spoke. He had not expected those words. More to the point, he had been expecting someone of the male persuasion. In his time as an Immortal, he might have ran across a dozen female Immortals at most. The fact that another stood before him had been surprising. As well as the fact that she was as beautiful as she was. He spent a brief moment studying the woman, allowing the silence to stretch between them, neither of them willing to make a preemptive move just yet.<br/><br/>Raven hair framing an oval face, beautiful wide eyes, a cute nose, and lips that absolutely demanded the attention of his if the present situation did not come with violent undertones. Those lips were spread in a tight, challenging smile. Despite himself and the gravity of the situation, Nero responded to the smile of a beautiful woman instinctively a matching grin spreading across his face while his bright blue eyes shouted danger.<br/><br/>A glance at her weapons soured the smile on his face. Matched with twin swords. However, whereas his were flatter blades designed for thrusting more than slashing, hers were longer and slightly thinner in width, reminding Nero of the Chinese straight swords called jian. It would make him slower in responding as his weapons were heavier and shorter than her own. No doubt it only increased the challenge in the upcoming fight.<br/><br/>He felt his breath quicken however as he took in her body in the dim light of his penthouse. Halter top that didn't quite do the job of hiding all of her lovely bust, a deep valley of cleavage threatening to pull his gaze further. Tattoos covering her flesh. In the poor light, he could not make out what they were, only that they were there in the way they darkened her skin in curious patches in the darkness of the room. It was not enough to hide the elegant curvy figure in leather and boots before him. For a brief second, he was almost sorry that he would have to part her beautiful head from her shoulders. Almost.<br/><br/>"Only you my dear." He said softly in answer to her earlier query. He had waited enough. He moved, seemingly closing the distance between them in but a moment, swords raised before him as he raced across the floor in a low crouch. He lashed out with both swords, one of them aimed in a downward arc towards her head while the other shot out in a jab towards her midriff. He had practiced this exact move so many times that it was muscle memory, and he was fully intending to end the fight right then and there.<br/><br/>Instead, that didn't happen. Somehow, she blocked the overhead strike casually with one of her swords while sidestepping the lunge with the other blade toward's her midriff. As the clang of their swords kissing for the first time, she struck out with her free sword. It was Nero's turn to narrowly avoid a thrust at his throat.<br/><br/>He growled as he felt the blade kiss along the point where shoulder met neck. He disengaged quickly, kicking off a nearby couch to land in a crouch a few feet away from the woman, holding his swords up in front of him warily as he studied her. Blood began to run down his shirt from the shallow laceration from her blade.<br/><br/>He was shaken. She had not seemed to have moved at all and already she had drawn the blood. The silence stretched between them. A peal of thunder outside rumbled suddenly, drawing Nero's eyes away from the woman in front of him for a second to the glass wall before a movement in his periphery drew his attention back to the woman. She was moving and Gods! was she fast! He barely had time to bring his blades up before she was on him, lashing out with jabs and slashes that soon had Nero dancing away from her, weaving a desperate defense in her ferocious assault.<br/><br/>Within moments, he was pressed against the glass wall behind him. He was bleeding seriously from a dozen cuts and holes from her wicked swordplay. Blood drenched his shirt and in several places it spattered a litany of failed defenses in the gashes adorning thighs and even one or two on his calves. She had been utterly ferocious in weaving her attack in a dance that was somehow sensual and terrifying at the same time.<br/><br/>Against any other foe the fight would have long been over. But no. From the first attack she had driven him across the living room to have him press his back against the glass wall.<br/>The strikes she delivered there painted the glass behind him.<br/><br/>He was growing steadily weaker with blood loss. If he didn't do something drastic soon, the woman would have his head and it would be over for Nero. NO! He roared in his mind. He would not be bested by some unknown Immortal he had never even heard of. He was determined to end this fight once and for all.<br/><br/>As she lunged forward, he opened his arms wide and grunted as the sword punched through his sternum until the hilt of her sword hit his chest. The point erupted from his back to pierce the glass of the wall behind him. The glass cracked around Nero for several feet, the epicenter the sword point driven through him. As the bitch brought up her other sword, no doubt to deliver the death blow, he gave her a red grin before he dropped his swords and grabbed her wrists.<br/>"Let's see if you fly as well as you fight." He roared as he pulled hard backwards. The sudden move had the glass shattering around them and sending them tumbling out of the penthouse and several hundred feet below to the quickly rising ground.<br/><br/>When they hit, it was not pretty.