**Erol snarled in displeasure to see her still standing. Quickly he examined his blade. No damage, and it had sliced through those bags well enough. No slashes on her clothes, either, so she wasn't wearing armor that had blocked his blow. He should at least have felt it connect if that was the case.

Erol HATED the idea that there was someone he couldn't hurt, especially since he didn't know why.**

Why the hell are your guts still in your body.

**Hey Catpaw, have Erol's patented Glare of Absolute Hatred. And yes, he's ignoring the ears comment.**