"Ah, you scared the poor girl away..." Aldanith uttered with pretended sadness, which was somewhat theatrical, and pointed the tip of his scimitar at Jacob. It glinted darkly, a stray ray of sunlight reflected off the steel.
"Come on and fight me like a man, if you dare to do so." he challenged the ranger. In a matter of a moment, he was as cold and hard as the blade he held, and his eyes pierced the man without blinking once. Whatever he would try, he was ready.