Caiaphas deflected the few attacks with an ease that belied the clear lack of skill in his movements, as if he was adapting a move that wasn't intended to be used that way. "Crude we humans may be, but we also have refined a handful of things about us. And one of those is our ability to fight. As one of the greatest unarmed combatants from my world said, 'Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water... Now, water can flow or it can crash, crush. Be water, my friend.' So, I guess the point of that is... can you? Be like water, I mean?"<br/><br/>He suddenly seemed to lose his stiffness, dancing as he moved forward, his posture shifting as he closed, seeming to effortlessly slide around his opponent's more refined and formal techniques, though he had to dance backwards a couple times as his opponent lashed out suddenly. He sought to flow, like his martial arts instructor had taught him, moving around his opponent, controlling and directing the Fae away from him, denying him victory. The blade was a barely used extension, more to keep the blade from suddenly touching him, as he continued to swirl inwards, like a whirlpool toward the center, ever dancing. This was not a time to let his inner demon dragon out, but a time to let the inner fire dance, and make a victory that was his own, despite not following the Fae's restrictive formalities.<br/><br/>At last, he thought he saw his chance, and flipped over a sudden swing, using his sword to keep the blade from touching his arm, and grabbed his opponents outstretched arm. He then whirled around his opponent, on the side of his opponent's blade, intent on flipping him over and slamming him face first into the dirt. As he moved though, his body suddenly screamed in pain, and he ignored it, trying to finish the move, not understanding what had happened, until he suddenly felt a small warmth, sliding down his arm a short ways before stopping. He froze, and glanced at his arm without releasing his opponent, a tiny cut in the shoulder, where the blade had JUST nicked him, showed what had happened; that he had failed to deflect the blade fully, allowing the very edge to clip him as he had flowed over it. "Apparently, like water, I was not enough."