He snorts back his laughter, holding up his shield. “There it is, a fire in your belly! If you are to die at my hand, at least die standing tall like a man!” He ignores the flames for now and as Ayer charges him, brings his heavy blade down in an attempt to cleave the little ninja in two.
Ayer said nothing in return, no taunts or jeers, or even threats as he leapt high into the air. His expression like a mixture of both furious and delighted. Had his eyes been visible, Dae would have seen the bloodlust reflecting on the brilliant red surfaces.
He dodges, the heavy blade catching and cutting off an edge of his already tattered cloak, causing Ayer to smirk as he got in a direct hit on the massive invader.
“Eh?!” Deadly serious expression gone, Ayer stumbled backwards. His blade… didn’t penetrate?
“That’s not right! I got a direct hit on you!”