Rezenar actually looked happy that he barely struck her, but he knew that happiness was going to die out because it wasn't enough. His eyes caught sight of the dagger, but he knew that it was going to be difficult to deal with if one is wearing a cloak. If she had psychic powers, then he would be impressed because it was as if she read his mind. She took it off and revealed more than what was underneath.
His face turned a light shade of pink as he examined her unintentionally. What was a man of war to do other than check out a woman-- especially after being gone for war for how long? As he backed off and continued his fight, he couldn't help but notice that he as concentrated as he would hope. The tips of his fingers felt like strands as his eyes continued to check out Cithien's barely covered body. In his mind, he could already imagine his fingers tracing over each curve, every muscle, each piece of skin exposed. It was enticing, if not tempting. Her words about her cry finally got Rezenar to snap back into reality and a smile appeared on his face.
"They say an army isn't good without a general-- but I can assure you that five of my captains are willing and able. After all, they were also in running for the position of general. So if anything ever happened to me, they will take the place and continue on with our mission..." He spoke as they fought. Rezenar was pleased that he was able to cut her some, and even in the same manner she was able to strike at him. She was better than he had assumed, he'd give her that.
Before he could take a step back with a leg lifted in the air, he noticed his right foot caught in something. Swiftly, his eyes darted to his foot and noticed that it was caught in some roots. He could've sworn those were not there before... Once his thoughts attempted to process how those roots came to place, a sharp pain was inflicted into his right side and the attacks were becoming more constant than before.
Cithien was definitely a worthy opponent, but to think that she would be crazy enough to swiftly attack without thinking was beyond his comprehension. His thoughts were immediately falling into place as his right hand moved to go and form a barrier between him and Cithien's next attack. As he did this, he shot to the roots with the spear and attempted to cut a few as he pulled his right foot out of the root's grasp. How he was going to stop her was going to be difficult, especially when he didn't want to revert to such complicated tactics. In any case, he really did have no choice. A swift cut up with his double-edge sword sent a quick, visible shockwave towards Cithien to throw her off. He continued at the roots with the spear as his right hand continued slicing the air around them to form his attacks.