[h2]Tyaethe[/h2]

[b]"It's going to be too easy if you don't [i]remember your opponent,[/i]"[/b] the vampire snarled, cheery demeanour dropping as Rozenalt turned his attention to the aerial interruption. Idiots, idiots, [i]idiots.[/i] She had an idea what she was getting into by getting the Bloody Lord focused on her! She could handle it! She [i]wanted[/i] to handle it!

And, more importantly, she [i]needed[/i] him to stay obsessively focused on the annoying girl taunting him. The last thing Tyaethe needed was Rozenalt taking time to gather his thoughts and have some idea of what she was planning. [i]Or[/i] for him to stop hurting her. There was already plenty of blood shed, but… not enough. 

But she could still take advantage of this lapse of concentration and force him back to her. Rozenalt was overwhelmingly powerful and skilled to boot, but he wasn't 'focus all his attention on attacking a third party [i]and[/i] defend from her unrelenting assault' strong. He'd avoided being bogged down in fighting any two of them in the past, after all, relying on the rest of the Midnight Hunt and the shifting battlefield to keep them from pinning him down.

And now it was evidenced in the sloppiness of his defence, the lack of pushback. Wasting magic on going for her allies? He thought [i]she[/i] was arrogant? Focus on what was in front of you!

So what if his armour was unnaturally thickened, a product of black magic and fey enchantment both? It couldn't, [i]wouldn't[/i] be as hard as Volkstraad's scales. If she could cut into those, then this might as well not be there. Not if she threw everything into it.

Even so, even distracted, Rozenalt was too guarded to cut through. But the line tracing its way down across his torso was unmistakeable.

If he didn't focus back on Tyaethe, she [i]would[/i] be getting through.