“Well, fuck me.” Isaac swore as the smoke cleared, having just witnessed his agile opponent literally bat his shot straight into the assassin attacking his charge. To the Ghoul it all looked completely intentional, and it actually worried him a little. 

Usually Isaac would have just dropped his pistols immediately and drawn his sword, striding forward to skewer his foe the moment he hit the ground, ensuring he was finished. However, the Ghoul was so put out by his opponent’s apparent superhuman speed and skill that he remained stationary, slowly holstering the spent pistols.

He was ever aware of his opponent’s movements as he dropped about six feet away, so it was unlikely he could be caught unawares as his right hand dropped to the hilt of his sword and he considered his options. The screaming all around him as people dropped and assassins were sliced to ribbons by highly trained guards became a niggling irritation as he eyed up his foe.

I really don’t want to fight this guy, Isaac thought, weighing up his chances of escaping the bite of one of the bastard’s blades if he just legged it out of the building. The confusion would be an ideal cover, but then again after what he had seen thus far he wasn’t fighting even an extraordinary man. He was fighting a goddamn pariah of guarding perfection. Fucking Guardian, he hadn’t realised how apt that name was until then. 

“Fuck it.” He muttered, drawing the blade from its sheath with a leathery rasp, holding it at a forty five degree guard position pointed towards his foe. There was an advantage here for him, his sword was longer (way-hey! He inwardly chuckled) and so far this supreme-guard hadn’t seen how quick Isaac himself was. He’d get a taste of that now. He advanced quickly on his right foot, his left behind and turned in a classic fencer stance, perhaps betraying his fighting style if Guardian was familiar with it. One swift step brought him within range to strike out at Guardian with a cautious thrust, high and towards the left side of his torso. Isaac was prepared at any moment to abandon his own strike and retreat, as he was taught, but should Guardian not react well Isaac’s blade would smoothly pierce through his flesh and cause a grievous wound.