She moved off balance for a moment, before regaining things. Her blade went for his foot, which caused a frown to form upon his lips. She was trying to unstable his footing now as well. At the same time, she was going for a blade at her boot. Foolish, for placing your blade close enough to the foot led for also the possibility of trouble for you. He lifted his heel, pressing forward upon the toes enough to allow the blade to slip from his heel to under his heel in turn. Pressing sharply down on it then, he would pin the sword down to the step. The danger then came to that blade she was bringing from her boot, the sharp edge coming close to his body. He angled his own blade enough to where the two slid off each other, blocking further closing of distance to his body.

He fell silent himself now, saying anything more as well. Pushing back on her blade, she could choose to either release the smaller and go to pull the larger from his foot. She could also release the larger and go for the smaller. His eyes moved to the sword under his foot. He frowned, as the memory of it came back to him. He remembered it, it used to belong to a knight of th Cain. It had been used in fights before, even to draw the blood of his people. This woman did not seem to know of such events, as she had reffered to him and his kind as being the ones who slaughtered those who could not fight back. A sword of the family she came to hold so dear without knowing much about the truth.

He released the blade under his foot, stepping back. "You weild a blade soaked in innocent blood itself...." that blade, the endless fights between both sides of the once single family. It really was saddening. Many lives had been lost at this cost, it seemed she wished to be another. Sheathing his sword, he moved forward with shocking speed. Grabbing her wrist, he would apply enough pressure to get her to let go of the blades. Pulling her close to his form, he would look into her eyes. Looking within them for a moment, he would not speak about what he was looking for. "Foolish girl..." He picked her then up bridal stile, before stepping down the stairs with her. Moving to the door, he would open it before sitting her down to stand outside. He turned, moving back to the stairs long enough to pick up the blade she had used before. He turned, tossing it to her feet.

"Go home. You do not belong here" with that, he closed the door in her face. Moving back to the steps, he picked up the smaller blade before moving to the bow. Pointless items. He snapped the bow in half like a twig. It would not be used against him again. He tossed it onto the table, before picking up an apple from a bowl. He took a bite out of it with a sigh. He did not have time or desire to waste on this. She was going to end up getting herself killed. Turning to glance at the door, he wondered if she would burst in again or try to sneak once more inside. She had a fire inside her indeed, but that passion and anger was misplaced. He sat down within his seat, placing his boots on the one across from him.