Nosdyn was ready.

He observed the giant sword his opponent held in his grip...it was likely an Akashiman curved sword. He didn't remember the actual, "correct" name of such weapons off hand. He'd ever only been to Akashima a few times in his earlier days. He didn't know his propers when it came to Akashiman technology and weaponry. His eyes were focused and he observed every movement his opponent made. The debris that was kicked up with surprising ferocity was smacked aside. A small bruise developed where the larger portion of the stone like debris struck him.

The reflecting light of his opponent's sword caught Nosdyn's attention. He is attacking. Preparing an adequate strategy, Nosdyn felt his skin harden as the rush of demonic blood poured in his vessel. He kept his eyes locked on his opponent's eyes as the man struck his ankles. Yes, the majestic weapon did connect with Nosdyn. However, it was met with significant resistance as Nosdyn's flesh became hard as iron. Nosdyn looked down towards his opponent. There was a trickling of demonic blood as Hayate's sword struck his body. Nosdyn had always favoured wearing leather armour to combat as it did not restrict his movement capacity.

Nosdyn held his weapon aloft for a moment deciding what to do next. The warrior, his opponent, said something about corpse something or another. Nosdyn assumed that he was preparing to use this or that personal power. He didn't mind it really. He tightened his grip on his weapon. Rotating it a moment or two and then he prepared his own strike. Nosdyn skillfully pivoted towards Hayte despite the numbed pain he felt from the curve sword's impact.

Nosdyn had recently upgraded his weapon so that it was the tier of prevalida. The capacity of making adamantium had been lost to history and the ages of time a generation or two ago. Nosdyn was content with the power his prevalida upgrade provided. As he stood there, he swung his weapon. But he swung it in a wide, middle level arcing swing from his ready position. He meant to strike Hayate in the meaty shoulder area of his body. Nosdyn's weapon left a trail of energy as he swung it. He kept his eyes locked on Hayate's own gaze. As he swung his weapon, he vaguely recalled shadow men moving across a nearby roof not yet attempting to interfere with their match. They were distracted by locals they were killing...