Lovely, more fighting. Scowling, Yves swung the blade without hesitation, striking the first to get too near across the cheek, then slamming the blade hard right through the chest of the next. He was graceful, and the damage he dealt was nearly surgical in its precision.

"Call your idiots off, unless you want to watch me remove their heads one by one," the fae snarled, turning the dagger over in his palm and swiping it gracefully through the air. The action elongated the blade of light, leaving it less a dagger and more a rapier as he pointed it towards the next attacker.