[When he feels it connect - shaking through his arm like he'd hit solid rock, he just keeps going. Separates from her, curves his wrist to adjust for the momentum so he doesn't break his arm under the weight of the sword and swings it around to clash against whatever knife she has out - except she doesn't. She's thrown her weapon at the ground and Cato stumbles - stops himself and stares at her as he pants.]
Come on! [He yells and doesn't do anything. He looks positively furious but the red in his face isn't from as much anger as he'd like it to be. He just wants to keep doing this until they fall down. Maybe he wants her to finish him. Maybe he wants to finish her.
He knows for sure that he wants to want that. Very badly. But he can't bring himself to actually crave hurting her.
Nevertheless, if she's unarmed - he won't attack.]
action:
Come on! [He yells and doesn't do anything. He looks positively furious but the red in his face isn't from as much anger as he'd like it to be. He just wants to keep doing this until they fall down. Maybe he wants her to finish him. Maybe he wants to finish her.
He knows for sure that he wants to want that. Very badly. But he can't bring himself to actually crave hurting her.
Nevertheless, if she's unarmed - he won't attack.]