"Do you think me blind?" Isaiah struck back just as ferociously, every one of his strike with the intent to kill this man he once respected. "Bastard was always just a word to me, I cared not for what anyone thought of her." Isaiah lashed out as he struck. "Who do you think it was that gave me the strength to continue on while I trained?" The blue flames were coursing around his arms now as he continued to clash with Lawrence. "It was always her! Every glance a reminder of what I was working for." He locked his sword with Lawrence's as a sudden realization hit him. His helmet slid away to reveal his face and sadistic smile played on his lips. "You're jealous aren't you?"