The familiar feel of metal striking metal was something that D'Angelo welcomed. Other than in training he wondered how long it had been since he had last been challenged in open combat? This 'job' was highly unusual, everything about it was extremely unorthodox. Who was mad enough to take out a bounty on their own head? Clearly Jahar was. It was unheard of and something that D'Angelo couldn't grasp. His mind was too much like his fathers, there had to be an ulterior motive, something going on in the background that he could not yet see. A purpose beyond what was evident.

He let out a growl of frustration at his train of thought. It could very easily mistaken for the resistance his long sword met as it was pushed up high. He wouldn't let the attack compromise his balance and he so released Kardia with his left hand and let his sword be pushed high. D'Angelo then brought that left hand around from left to right, keeping it close to his chest. The result would be a make-shift palm strike that was used to defensively shove Jahars side kick to the right. 

At the same time he pushed Jaharas attack wide he turned his body clockwise and shifted his right leg behind him so that it was behind his leading left leg. D'Angelos movement would end with the majority of his weight shifted to his rear right leg, his left hand was held palm facing his opponent with his fingers spread wide while his right arm was poised above him hand holding the sword above his head, blade pointed down at an angle so that the tip rested between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand without touching.

He held this stance for but a moment and let the dark ink like blackness that was covering him fade away, oozing downwards. He decided to act against his training and let a man foolish enough to sign his own death contract see the eyes of his killer. D'Angelo's grin was like that of a wolf, and like the predatory animal he began a slow walk to his right, Jahars left, without abandoning his stance. His movements were quick short steps in attempt to make it difficult for his opponent to catch him off balance should he choose to attack. It would also force Jahar to turn if he wished to keep his eyes on the target.

"You are lying to me." D'Angelo said, doing his best to keep his voice calm and void of emotion, though some anger was evident. He had decided that Jahar had called a Veiled-One here for a different reason, or part of a different scheme. D'Angelo simply couldn't accept that this was all out of simple curiosity.