Will scowled at her comment about a girl. He didn't need her to remind him that he and Elisabeth would never be. He swung hard, infuriated with her. She was good, he gave her that. Blow for blow, she held her own. He still believed he could take her but he did admit she knew what she was doing. "My personal affairs are none of your business." Will found himself almost on top of her. They were inches from each other, her hand on his shirt, her body almost pressing against his. It was intimate almost. Well, minus the crossed blades in front of them. Minus the fact she was a pirate. But he was well aware of her body.

He pushed her back, eyes ablaze. The fact she even was able to rile him, annoyed him. He stroke hard and fast. Pushing her back with the rage guiding the years of training. "You know nothing, [i]pirate.[/i]" Sparks flashed as his steel hit hers. She was good but strength wise he was superior. Skill wise - it could be arguable but he had enough to push her and her injury didn't work in her favor.

The fight, in a way was like a dance. Back and forth. Step here, step there. Up on the cart, of the cart. There were times he gave way, moving back but it was tactical. With one final swing he knocked the blade out of her hand. He grinned and pointed his sword at her. "Ready to surrender now?" He asked. His brow glistened with sweat, his shirt clinging to his frame.