"Of course." Dresden grinned, as he threw aside the Crimson Blade. "Let us fight with our bare hands, as vampires fought in olden times. It would be a shame if I were to spoil the reunion by severing a limb." While his tone was mocking, Dresden knew a pang of concern. The Crimson Blade would slice through Magnus' steel claws like butter, and slice even more easily through his skin and bone. The rest of his motivation was from his stubborn pride. He would not tolerate himself to have such an advantage in a duel to determine skill, esspecially when facing his sire.