"You are no monster, you're an inkling of one - I fought true ones long ago." Azure's words were heavy and compassionless, French-toned and elegant whilst not being too deep nor too high pitched. He unsheathed the sword as a slick, silver cavalry sabre revealed itself to Ike, and he flicked it at his side in a burst of flair. Azure had nothing but a grimace on his face beneath the mask that night.