D’Angelo remained stoic, not bothering to move as Daxius followed up his back kick with the straight throw of the grappling hook. Grappling hooks weren’t generally meant for the straight throw, it made it harder for their true purpose, grappling. So the assault with the weapon stuck D’Angelo as odd, perhaps there was something special about this one? As it came in he moved his short sword blade in its way, mirroring Daxius’s movement to his dart and batting it towards the ground, making sure that the hooks wouldn’t become caught on his wide blade.

“It is, is it?” He said, reaching across his body and pulling out the long sword at his left hip. The long, ash grey blade didn’t reflect the minimal amount of light as a normal blade might, it was too dull in color. With both weapons at his side he gave a humorless chuckle and wouldn’t move until the Cat-demon signaled he was ready.

“Cast aside your string, cat. Let us settle this with blades.” His voice seemed to leak venom and disdain as he showed how truly revolted he was by the thing in front of him.