"Not mortal." he says, simply, and is then taken aback by her sudden kiss.  His eyes widen, and he struggles to maintain his stance against her blade.  Soon enough, his heartbeat slows, his bristling muscles slack, and he feels his hold on the ground weaken, somehow.  The girl pressed against him, unbelievably overpowering him, lips captured in a death kiss.<br/><br/>Self preservation kicks in, his blood roars, feeling as it will burst his veins with the sudden surge.  A tremendous burst of power erupts from him, knees shooting upward, back launching forth.  His back and neck quiver with sudden exertion, snapping forth with a sheer rage, to smash his forehead into the bridge of her nose, splattering her blood on his crown, matting down his hair in the splash of crimson.<br/><br/>"My turn, bitch.  Now..."  he presses into her, pushing with his shield, and jabs a hand underneath her armpit, snaking it around to grab her by her hair, clutching his fingers around her skull.  He sidesteps, spinning his shield out from her sword, and now, standing next to her, pitches her to the ground, bending his knees to smash her face on the road under his weight.<br/><br/>