Dresden smiled, as he prepares his blade. This fool may be a coward and a killer of family, but he liked this bravery. He knew that in a straight-out sword-fight, he would win. He was faster, stronger, and had more experience. And yet the youngling stood his ground. Dresden brought his blade swinging around, going in for quick strikes from the side, advancing steadily. No more mocking half-attacks. He'd earned enough respect to at least die in a real fight.