Realizing the fight wasn't over Nyxeris withdrew her own dagger, readying herself for a fight. From the corner of her eye she watched fascinated by Darkic's display. She was shocked to find the fight so clean. What was it about that weapon? It was clearly enchanted or bewitched, though it wasn't a spell she had ever seen. Distracted by his weapon, she hopped back from the attack cringing as the knife entered Darkic's palm. That had to hurt. She was prepared to pick up the slack if the wound was too much for him, but he didn't even seem phased.<br/><br/>((Nothing special, unfortunately.))