Elora smiled and unsheathed her shortsword in time to block the strike. "Oh, did I upset you? Shame." she smiled more as they fought. They exchanged trying to strike the other, but without fail they both were able to block causing sparks to fly as the metal clashed.
"Deamiel, guard the prince." Elora called back. He nodded then left the room, closing the doors behind him, to go guard their demon prince that hadn't left yet. "You are strong. Very strong. But your mind is weak, that child ruins you. Leave them to me and I will make them great." she said in a struggled voice.