If I had been an average human; if I had been less than I was; if I had stopped paying attention; all of the ifs answered themselves in an instant. The knife hit the ground with a clang as the blade in my hand swatted it sideways and immediately rose, tip first, towards Kichaa's direction. He was strong, and skilled with a blade, so his first move would have been a bit harder to defend had I not seen it coming. I slid slightly to the side as the blade cut against the padded shirt I was wearing, a green version of the fencing attire from Monroe's time, and rested the flat of my blade against his neck.

His lunge had been a bit rushed, and a tad sloppy, but all in all, his movements were right. The one thing I had learned during my training is everything had a drawback. Long length, namely in the arm, made it easier after one evades to counterattack. In my case, however, I leapt back and resumed my stance with my blade low. I wouldn't to see how he would handle my style of blade before I tested just no holds bar this was.

Monroe was watching, and analyzing, and looking for any weakness in my form or skills. He would be, if nothing else, mistaken, when he got done. My weapons were in this room, somewhere I recalled placing them, hidden from sight, in case I found myself needing them. Against Monroe, that chance was little to none, and now, it was only slightly higher. I stepped back again, this time back jumping a bit, kicking my left heel against the toes of my right foot, and smiling as I landed.

My sword whirred slightly as it cut the air and moved towards Kichaa. I'd give him a taste of my lunge, and see how he handled fighting like this. I doubted it would last long, but it would be fun.

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Much thanks to Silver for the sweet Quincy Sig. ^_^
Zorlo , Zachary Leos, Monroe Vossler, Arvin Anson, Emile Velos
Rest In Peace Duke of Clubs. (11/15/1992-1/5/2008)
And Kenpachi divided the Strong from the Weak, and it was good!