Helena's eyes narrowed the second Kayden let his sword clatter to the ground, the blade landing with a dull thud. "Oh, so that's it?" she said, her voice dripping sarcasm. "You're trying to make me feel like the cheating villain here? Because I'm armed and you're suddenly Mister Noble Barehands?"
Kayden tilted his head, that infuriating smirk curling at his lips. "Not at all," he drawled, stepping closer. "I just don't want anyone saying I'm the kind of man who needs a weapon to take down a woman." His gaze slid deliberately over her from head to toe, slow enough to make it obvious he wasn't just sizing up her stance. "Especially when I've got… other ways to disarm you."
She scoffed, adjusting her grip on the hilt. "Oh, please. Keep talking like that and I'll make sure you regret going barehanded."
