Carrick jumped backwards from the swing, but Liam's blade was close enough to his skin that he felt the passing rush of air as the falchion sliced towards his midsection. The attack would have gutted a human opponent.
"Don't be coy," Carrick insisted, a biting note in his voice. "Attack me. Go for the kill. You might never get this chance again. Since life in my service seems not to your liking, you might only have today to escape from it."