The gorgeous elf woman didn´t give Mordem much of a reply. In fact, she just sort of walked off towards the opposite side of the room. He just let her pass, his ears told him there was a more prominent warrior that required his immediate attention. Heavy thuds, footsteps, had announced his approach while Mordem was making conversation. He continued talking, but had turned his head to gaze upon the aggressor. A big man. Bigger than Mordem. Muscular fellow, big ass sword, testosterone overload. Awyeah.
His assailant stopped just short of him, bringing that huge sword upwards towards him. Would surely leave a mark, if not for the oh-so-high-and-mighty, the best there ever was pulling his arm back and bringing his awesome katana down horizontally two feet above the ground as his body shifted around, his upper body turning towards Zarkith, right shoulder shooting back. He let go of the sword, leaving it floating in place between himself and the path of the oncoming blade. A loud metallic clash emitted throughout the room, as Zarkith´s sword clashed with an immovable object, halting it´s momentum entirely and forcing Zarkith to pull it back if he wanted to move it up at all, as well as likely sending quite a painful backlash through his arms. At the same time the swords connected, Mordem´s left arm followed the rest of his body and swung the sheath horizontally downwards towards the right at Zarkith´s exposed leading leg. More specifically, the side of his knee. Aiming to break it, preventing the giant´s future mobility. Simultaneously, his right foot leaned back on it´s heel as he shifted around, his left foot came in under the stationary katana to push Zarkith´s sword edge to the right (Mordem´s right) - Making sure to hit the flat side of the blade in the wake of it´s impact.
During the entire move, Mordem just continued talking. "Woah! Wait for your turn. Can´t you see I´m talking to a lady here? Hey! Babe! What´s your number?"