Ayer said nothing in return, no taunts or jeers, or even threats as he leapt high into the air. His expression like a mixture of both furious and delighted. Had his eyes been visible, Dae would have seen the bloodlust reflecting on the brilliant red surfaces.
He dodges, the heavy blade catching and cutting off an edge of his already tattered cloak, causing Ayer to smirk as he got in a direct hit on the massive invader.
“Eh?!” Deadly serious expression gone, Ayer stumbled backwards. His blade… didn’t penetrate?
“That’s not right! I got a direct hit on you!”
Dae hisses, he’d missed, his jaw set in both disappointment and anger. “Tsh, you’re pretty fast.” He picks up his blade and drops it onto his shoulder with the clanking of heavy metal as he looks down at the spot on his side right under his shield.
There were red marks from where he’d been hit, but there was no blood. “That stung.” He grumbles, a bit of the wraps around his hips torn however. He stomps his foot, shaking the ground just a little. “Giants blood runs in my veins, giving us skin of stone. Do you not believe me to be Ikanian now, Curr?” He would just have to keep swinging. “Your speed will not last forever. PREPARE YOURSELF!” He side swipes the huge sword at the surprised Ayer.