Carrick quickened his moves in response to Liam's new attacks. Sparks flew as the two blades kissed and his sword scraped down the length of Liam's own.
"A very nice disengage," Carrick remarked.
He was silent for a minute or two as the bright metal clashed and the two combatants circled and feinted, the vampire watching his young slave intently, every so often landing a smarting blow with the flat of the blade once more in response to a mistake, or nicking him with the point of the blade.
Every so often he deliberately slowed his movements to allow his guard to drop, waiting to see if Liam would take advantage and press an attack.