[b]That's where Desmond was wrong. This man... Rather... This warrior, merely brought a hand up to block it, the pale white flesh of the fingerless glove connecting with the blade like metal on metal.[/b] [i]"A trained fighter can make his very being harder than iron... A trained seeker can make his mind split the air around him... But a trained zealot, they can do all things through the Sense... Dearest Cretin... Lay down your weapons... Last chance..."[/i] [b]The man seemed to almost be amused by Desmond, the war paint around his eyes wrinkling as his face contorted into a forced smile.[/b]