Her left hand was fast, but not fast enough. Duncan was already moving by the time the dagger hissed by his head. His sword parried hers as she came at him. Twice getting close to his body, too close for the young girl she appeared to be but close enough for the well trained fighter she proved to be. Duncan's sword swept up under hers, twising as it came back up, testing the strength of her wrist, his eyes weary of her left hand, dancing ever so close to what could well be more daggers.<br/><br/>"You fight well for a lass, Aurora" he smiled as he made a lightning fast thrust at her side. She smiled back as she parried it easily and countered with one of her own. Duncan stepped into the thrust while pivoting his body in and his left hand grabbed her right to use her momentum to push her away.  Her neck, was open for just the briefest of times but experience brought her sword up behind her in the "eagle's brace" technique.<br/><br/>Duncan nodded in appreciation as he recognised the move.  Taking a step back as he looked her in the eyes as she spun around poised to attack.<br/><br/>"You obviously aren't trying to take my head and I don't want your pretty one" he said in a cool tone.<br/><br/>"Perhaps we may dance with death another night, my Lady, but my sword is needed elsewhere tonight and I'd hate to rush my victory here." he smiled, bowing slightly, eyes still trained at hers. He picked up her dagger from across the road and tosses it to her, handle first.<br/><br/>She caught it expertly and it was tucked into her person in a blink of an eye. A playful smile on her face as she nodded her thanks.<br/><br/>With that he stepped into the shadow and trotted towards the Gate. He could feel the tainted power of the undead at work and he almost wished he had kept that dagger for himself...<br/><br/>Rounding the corner his eyes fell on an unusual sight. A maid with her hands clasped over her own mouth, eyes wide and half closed was pinned against the cold stone wall. The remnants of a Guard lay sprawled be the side of the Gate, blood and stench oozing from it. But what caught he eye the most was the figure crouched between the Maid's thighs, looking up at the shuddering lass as the her tongue snaked into her repeatedly. The figure didn't notice Duncan as he approached, sword drawn...<br/><br/>"I've heard of a tongue lashing but THIS?" he smiled as watched them.