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He knew the attack was coming and he braced himself for the attack. Even if he was stronger than her, she no doubt had speed and agility on her side. That, added to the fact that he, not Talae, was injured in the ambush. Even healed, the arm was swollen and tender and would probably end up being a target at some point. Not that he expected any less. Further compounding the fact, the little time he spent in a rage had taken it's toll on his energy.

Even though, Caine swung the longsword around and blocked the bastard sword, holding the blade in a downward angle and using his opposite hand to steady the blade and add support. By this point, Caine too had realized they were being watched by the Deep Human, Kisikoni. Great, an audience always proved to be fun, Caine told himself in his sardonic mind. But he didn't have time to voice any concern or pleasure. Caine pushed on the blade, as if trying to push Talae and her sword back and overwhelm her, a mark of the Berserker. Overwhelm one's enemy in any way possible, act quickly and strongly, either by a hail of strikes or pure brute power.

This was perhaps not the smartest thing to do, because the Dark Elf could simply move out of the way, and all of the weight behind the push would send him flying forward. He wondered for a second if she understood that. Talae had heightened senses, agility, speed, everything Caine didn't. Caine relied on mostly brute force and fierce intimidation, as the numerous roars, growls, and snarls on the battle field indicated.

He then spoke behind the locked swords to Talae, "I've stopped your blade and in seconds will overwhelm and crush you," He said, putting a little more strength behind the push of his blade, "Now how are you gonna act?" He asked in an intimidating voice. Then he took a step forward, closer to Talae and increased the pressure on the blades even more.