-"... bound by blood..." It continued after Viggo's words and Dredges outburst.
Making a similar sidestep with its left leg, Dredge's ram was mostly avoided. But the knight had misinterpreted the ferocity and soon was in a struggle to dodge the numerous clawed swipes of his assailant.

-"...bound to serve..." With that the deamon had to hold his blade in only its right hand to keep his balance while leaning and dodging out of the repeated strikes and flails.

-"... no honour, no dignity..." Suddenly the knight stopped avoiding the attacks, and grabbed hold of Dredge's right wrist before it was to claw the knights helm. Dredge however snarled and spat just an inch from the 'face' of the knight, fangs dripping with saliva, with a swift motion he clawed the right shoulder of the knight.
The claws screeching across the deamonic steel, making an abhorrent sound of tortured souls, barely scratching the surface. It was here Dredge noticed the knight was as hot as an iron held in the fire and his wrist was singed by the heat.

-"...empty, like this suit of armour." With that the knight tossed Dredge in front of him, reassuming the classic statue pose with its sword downwards in front of it.