Alistair panted as he dodged on his feet, rolling past another fireball before striking out. This fight had been as draining as he expected. This fight was only getting worse, but at least he wasn't too badly harmed yet. Now his armor would needed to be fixed as well, but it had done the job that it needed to do. Specifically, keeping him from harm.<br/><br/>At least she had come off the worse in the exchange, backed into a corner and bleeding from several cuts. It wouldn't be long now, but he couldn't let his guard down. That anger she had shown would now turn to desperation, and he was smart enough to remember what happened when you backed an animal into a corner. He didn't want the thing taking him out with it.<br/><br/>He couldn't give her the time to come up with a plan and so he moved n, blocking with one blade while stricking with the other, ducking in to dodge any incoming fireballs before he attacked. He'd use the flat of his blade if possible, if only to preserve the edge, but if it was necessary then he'd go for the killing blow. He would like to keep her alive if possible, but he would do what was necessary at the end of the day. He'd just see how necessary she made it for him.