We both know who’s stronger.
sword halts as the swordsman stands tall, a fools game this was. wielding the blade of Evil’s bane meant nothing dark could go against it’s light. but before him stood a being not so dark and not so light. so he would plant his weapon in the ground, hand holding onto the hilt , still ready if need be but cautious of this formidable stranger. he raises a hand in surrender, wavings over towards the woman. ‘ I mean no harm.’ retrieving his sword from the ground, he would return it to its sheathe , a swift movement practiced many times before (more than he actually knew.) ‘ strike me, if you must.’ he stands ready, but open for any attack the woman could so please.