1stmacleod

That smile disappears in an instant as he swings his own blade around, trying to keep the lithe flurry at bay. He's inclined to draw on his speed again, but he keeps from doing so, at least until the pommel comes into view. Instinctively he ducks his head out of the way, narrowly avoiding the strike. He's completely on the defensive, Connor's blade is naturally faster, so long as Nick continues keeping himself in check. He reaches up with his free hand, making an attempt to grab at Connor's wrists as they come by his face.