Jarah let out a shocked yelp as he fell back, glaring up at the warlock as the sword's radiating heat stung his skin, beginning to burn the flesh. "A true guardian would not kill his brothers and sisters when they have done nothing wrong against them." His fists clenched up, and he held a steady contact with the other's eyes, his orange pupils seeming to burn with anger. "And, I will show you who is truly the weak fool, in a fair battle-- Not this tomfoolery you dare call a fight. What is it you have against me? Is it merely because I'm weak, or is it something more, warlock?" He asked, glaring at the sword, then up at the warlock, staying still.