"Coward."
It rang firmly within his skull. He hated that word. For some god awful reason, the most arrogant and cocky of foes loved to use that in their vocabulary. Seth Dahlios, among numerous other nameless thugs and ruffians all spit that in the assassin's face. Granted, Lye was not the most stable of individuals, but if there were a set of trigger words, "coward" would rank top five. Immediately, his expression grew flat, posture loosened, and eyes grew into an icy emerald glare. Immortal or not, Lye was going to draw his blood.
Jensen was but mere feet before he finished his aggressive verbal parade. The man oozed confidence to the border of absolute arrogance.
"I am no--"
"Shit!"
Reaction time was limited and immediately the assassin regret his own ignorance. His body did not seem to move fast enough; he felt the searing tip of titanium drag through the thick leather hide of his studded vest. Adrenaline was quick to act and slow perception of time, ironically allowing him safety from being sundered in two, yet painfully lengthening the feeling of Jensen's blade parting the surface of his flesh. Lye barely avoided a fatal injury. The thrill of battle pumped feverishly in his veins to heighten the senses, allowing a speedy block of two blades to one boot. Although just enough to disperse the force of the blow, they did not negate it, and the assassin was pushed several feet backwards. His own feet rooted to keep his balance, leaving a wake of dust as he slid. The familiar sheer of the exotic weapon rang and commanded the assassin to look up. Eyes grew wide and injured torso tensed in defiance to the sting of pain. He managed to bend out of the way in just enough time to lose only locks of platinum hair mixed with shreds of his crimson scarf.
"What the fuck was I thinking?!" he shouted within his own mind in testament to Jensen's speed.
Lye exhaled before drawing a long breath; the wind returning to him from the previous impact. His senses struggled to regulate with the burst of adrenaline that saved his head, yet he immediately righted himself and moved in closer to the immortal. His vision was spotty and moves slightly less graceful than the norm, yet he managed to send a punching thrust of his katar toward the side Jensen exposed to accomplish his final horizontal sweep. Lye's boots crossed one over the other, pivoting his light frame to take advantage of the immortal's continued momentum and place him behind the attacker. Two of the five floating needles still hovering at his back spread wide and shot forward with the speed of an arrow toward Jensen's should blades. This close combat left little room for error, never the mind speech. Thusly, his gaze remain locked on his foe's speedy limbs, and the remaining katar tucked close to lash out in defense.
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