A sharp blade gleams back at you, a pair of cold black eyes stare back. His stance is firm, one foot in front of the other, one hand resting near the grip, the other poised and ready to strike. This is clearly someone who knows how to use that sword. A thin smirk rests upon his face.

"Do you think I won't be able to kill you?"

There is hint of the conflicting emotions he is trying to hide.