Isaiah's grin disappeared within an instant and his eyes went cold, his helm reformed over his face. The blue fire around his body intensified growing larger and more frenzied as his anger rose. "For a small instant there I felt bad enough to let you live." He let out a small chuckle even though it didn't sound real at all."I mean I was going to cripple you, to make sure you didn't cause any trouble down the line, but I'm glad it worked out this way instead." He held both swords apart and the fire danced along the blades. "First I'm going to start with those hands of yours, so that they won't be touching anything especially any luscious curves, then I'm going to cut out that hateful tongue of yours, so that you won't even be comforted by her name on your lips, then I think I'll take off your prick just to watch you squirm a bit. I'm sure you'll love spending the rest of your life as a eunuch. Then I'll really have fun with you...And if My Princess manages to snap out of it in time before I end your wretched life and desires that I let you live,I shall, right after I turn you into a monster so horribly disfigured and mutilated that she won't even want to be in the same room as you, let alone entertain any ideas of sharing your bed!"
Isaiah lashed his blades forward, and launched forth a massive torrent of blue flames at Lawrence, making his move he dashed behind the attack hoping to use it as distraction as he got right into the other knight's face. He held both swords up and swung intending to make good on his promise by severing the spiteful man's hands.