Duruz kept his gaze on his opponent, female half-breed. He looked as she circled him, watching as she spoke, "no harm done." Was spoken in a deep and bruised voice, once the swing was in motion he started moving. Sliding the two handed sword off of his, he hissed out some pain as it grazed his arm. When the blade was off his though he was into motion again.

One of the blades went into an under hand strike while the, other went into a side strike both blades were coming from different directions.