Her own Kevin, by contrast, is delighted -- and oddly flattered, in a way. He knows perfectly well that all his counterpart has to do to defeat him is be too fast for him, and stop holding back his strength. He doesn't believe for an instant that he's turning this into a proper fight for the benefit of them both; it's not like the point of this fight is to entertain anyone other than himself. But the fact that he's bothering at all after putting up such a fuss -- the fact that he's taking him seriously -- pleases Kevin immensely.

They've both forgotten Lacie, too. For several long moments, they indulge in the simple joy of being up against an opponent who actually knows what they're doing, and is strong enough to keep up. At length, however, the werewolf strikes at the other's heel hard enough that Kevin falls, and is obliged to roll away to avoid a proper strike. He's up again seconds later, but the knight doesn't let up, keeping the swordsman firmly on the defensive even as he refuses to put an end to it.

He's playing with him. Brat.