[b]With a dash faster than visible, he swipes across your forehead with a choked grip, trimming your bangs and cutting a layer of skin. As the swipe finishes, the sword flies out of his hand, and he grabs your throat with his right hand and jabs you in the stomach with his left. The jab feels strong, and the slice cut a superbly straight line. As he lets go, his apathetic grimace unchanged.[/b] I can pose all day, but my time is running thin. [b]He removes the compass from his pocket.[/b] I appreciate the battle, I haven't seen action like that in a long time.