Swiftly retracting the switchblade, Caspar wastes no time in ducking down and grabbing the hilt of the short sword. Bladed weapons aren't exactly his speciality, but he's quick to block the satyr's first attack. The swords ring out upon impact, metal on metal, but Caspar's grip and stance are solid and he doesn't drop his guard.

"How about you surrender," he snarls, and then he goes on the offensive, treating his sword like a blunt instrument -- no flair, no style in his swing, just brute force as he bears down on his opponent. His goal is to disarm, but he's not holding back, either. He needs access to the Pantheon, before it's too late.