*He smiles flipping the seconds sword in his hand so he's holding it with the blade facing back. He keeps blocking with the first as his thumb hovers over the end of the hilt on the second sword.* "Let's just say I am very skilled with swords." *He glances over her left shoulder.*

[i]A soft chuckle sounded from the helmet, as the Vileblood simply stowed away her shotgun. Blowing Sketch away wasn't originally the plan.[/i] "I'd like to test that swordsmanship, to be completely honest." [i]She didn't look back at whatever he was glancing at - although Irina did acknowledge it.[/i] "So, what does the infamous, terrible Vileblood do in a situation like this? Does she turn to look, at what either could be a threat or perhaps a scheme set by our hero? Or does she ignore the glance, and risk being trapped by the Sphirinian? Seriously, I...can't decide."

"I'm not sure I understand." *He says, smiling at her and tilting his head. His thumb inches towards the hilt of his sword. His eyes are now pinned on hers as if he was afraid to look anywhere else.*

"Man, there is either something amazing about that sword, or you're bullshitting me." [i]With a sudden movement, Irina suddenly sprinted straight towards Sketch, unarmed and yet looking as if she would strafe to the left.[/i]