Cyrus grinned. "I don't think you're in the position to be making demands. Didn't I say not to die too quickly?" He took his sword and quickly put it to her throat. He paused for a few seconds. "...I win." He got off of her, combining his two swords into a swallow and putting it back in the holster on his back. At this point, the streets were deserted, the people scared off by the brief battle. Cyrus scratched his head.<br/><br/>"Take some time to work on your technique. Killing you so easily would hardly be rewarding." What was he doing? He was letting a sworn enemy of the state go. Not just an enemy of the state, but public enemy number one! Perhaps part of what he said was true, that he just wanted a challenge, but he got the distinct feeling that he was lying. "Don't read too much into this." He narrowed his eyes at her. "Consider yourself lucky I found you. The others would have gladly brought your head to the Duke for a little bit of praise."