Demetrius smiled at her and looked up into the sky. "The air seems to be very cold tonight. It is unusually colder than it normally is around this time of year. I think we can be expecting an early winter this year." He told her as he watched her closely. She wore weapons and a dress made for battle. She would prove to be a prepared warrior, would she prove to be a worthy fight is what he wondered. He pointed to her clothing and weapons. "Have you been trained for battle?" He asked her and smirked as his eyes turned completely black. "Well I certainly hope so for your sake. I would hate to kill someone as beautiful as yourself." He said and he drew out his sword. "This is usually where I ask a woman if they would pleasure me with a dance, but in our case this will be a dance of battle." He said and smiled at her.