D'Angelo withdrew his left hand from his many pouches without opening them, perhaps he wouldn't need to result to any of his tricks. The dark unblinking orbs that hid his own eyes watched as Jahr pulled forth his larger than average Khopesh from his back. He remembered the particular aura that surrounded that weapon, something of the evocation school. But exactly what it was D'Angelo wasn't sure, given its origin and the unnatural way it shone light he had to assume some sort of fire enchantment. As far as enchantments on weapons went fire was one of the most common, he decided to plan for that outcome. 

To D'Angelo it seemed that Jahar moved with a practiced ease, and wielded his enchanted bronze sword in a similar fashion. D'Angelo did not think for a moment that his opponents bronze khopesh would be as soft as one not enchanted by magic.

D'Angelo's left foot stayed where it was while his right slipped back, the whole of his body facing Jahar. Both of his arms were down, his right hand gripping the weapon up by the cross guard while his left seemed to rest on the pommel of the weapon. There was a slight tilt to the blade, the point of the blade pointed down at an angle and very slightly behind him. It was a common stance that many referred to as [i]'Iron Gate.'[/i]

[color=00aeef]"You will die up here."[/color] He stated matter-o-factly, hi voice unaffected by the darkness that covered his face despite that the inky like substance that covered his mouth didn't move to mirror his words, it was like a mask. D'Angelo held his ground, continuing to study the man that had lured him here. No, no lured he realized. Jahar had literally paid for his own executioner out of a sheer need for a challenge.

[color=00aeef]"Prepare yourself."[/color]