"Heh, we'll see...now that the naggy little brat is gone, I can enjoy myself." Ike narrowed his eyes a moment, fingers tightening around the hilt of Ragnell. A sword blessed by two goddesses, seen over a thousand battlefields and made Ike a hero? Naggy?
...Just a little, but a weapon was a weapon as Ike advanced. The sword was heavy, and it was long...but Ike used it like it was nothing. He was able to keep up with the rapid swings of the winged combatant, parrying and dodging. He knew what the thing was doing...he wanted an opening, a chance to get to Zelda. Ike knew Zelda could handle herself, but his duty and his job was to be her bodyguard. Regardless of her stubborn attitude, he took it seriously.
The problem was...is that this guy was good, really good. A natural talent to his weapon that had his experience win over his strength. He couldn't press the offensive because his offense was too withering, so he stayed on the defense. The jungle humidity made it hard to keep his body with what he needed to do, while their attacker looked barely phased at all. No, in order to keep this...he needed to make sure he couldn't expect his next move.
His winged attacker remained quiet as he moved forward again and Ike went to meet him. Again, they danced with a flash of parries and blocks before trying to poke holes in their defense. But he was tired of playing, and took a wide swing that had Ike block before he could recover, and then dash past in a burst of dark energy. Ike was already ahead of him, but he didn't see it. All he felt was the sweet satisfaction of his blade sinking into the soft gut of flesh and-...
"Try again," Ike grunted, his right coming across the attacker's face in a brutal hook before slamming the pommel against his forehead to stagger him back with a pained yelp.
"You...you monkey!" he hissed.
Ike, for the moment...seemed unphased.