Sadain was at first paralyzed by the water, or so it seemed. He seethed with anger for a second, growing tenser, then he lashed out, striking Millar across the cheek and drawing his sword.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">So be it,</span>" he said.<br/><br/>He lunged forward make strike after strike of slashing blows narrowly missing their intended target. They were not angry and wild, but instead controlled and focused.