"Mighty words for an Ant, a pretty one at that I'll grant you" Duncan's eyes narrowing as he anticipated a sudden strike. The dagger dancing between her fingers told of a skill horned in experience, a skill never thought outside dark circles. So she was the dagger that sort the Lady Gweneth, he thought. What a fine adversary on this otherwise dull night.<br/><br/>His sword seem to be held idly in his right hand but he was good at deception. The "Crippled Crane" was a technique meant to project indecision on any who were foolish to believe what their eyes told them. He circled Valerie, his eyes flicking to her young body every now and again, noticing the fullness of her breasts, the shape of her hips and the structure of her face. Her dark colored clothes did well to hide her from prying eyes, but his eyes have always been able to pry open many a woman's defenses. And he hoped his sword could better his eyes this night and cut through to this beautiful creature's flesh.<br/><br/>He stopped and reversed direction, the sword switching from palm to palm in a blink of an eye as he began circling her. Just as fast, his sword closed the distance between them in a flash, the point aimed at her chest.<br/><br/><br/>