Alfred Lunges for the Blade

Cassandra swipes her arm at Alfred as he charges for his sword. He easily ducks and roll under the Woman's swing. Arresting his motion beside the metallic glimmer of steel, he reaches out for the hilt of the blade.

Nothing.

His hand tosses around some dust and other small debris, his finger tracing a line through the soot. Alfred looks up at the Demon in confusion only to see his sword in mid air, gliding gently to her waiting hand. Cassandra glances down at the crouched man with smug satisfaction - as if she could feel his gaze upon her soft features. With fluid grace she saunters towards Alfred, turning over the blade this way and that in study of it's lines and contours.

"Oh poor little Human," Cassandra disappointedly sighs, pressing the cold metal edge against Alfred's neck "You had so much potential..."