Demetrius smiled and looked at her. "What is the matter? Did I surprise you?" He asked her and chuckled. "Like I said, this is a dance of war, of battle. When you master the dance, then you can truly call yourself a warrior." He told her. He did a sort of acrobatic flip backwards when she pushed him back with her sword and smiled when he was standing on his feet. "Oh now there is some strength. Now if you would stop being so distracted with the thoughts of the dark army that lies so close to home, then you could truly pay attention." He said as he sheathed his sword. "This fight bores me. I do have to admit that you do have potential. Maybe you will be the light half of the prophecy." He told her and raised an eyebrow. He wanted to see what she thought about the prophecy of two characters defeating the one true power of darkness, one person being of light and the other of darkness. He had been branded with the mark of destiny since he was born. His parents wanting the true master killed because the master did not care for his people, only power. Demons craved power, yes, but more than anything they craved life. He wanted to achieve this goal for his people, and they understood his reasoning behind it. They would not disobey orders from the master but they would hope that Demetrius's attempt to save them would work.