[i] Damn, he's fast. Lance thought, but his evaluation was cut short as the kunai came flying at his face. He leaned backwards, hands planting on the ground behind him as he went into a back bend, knives sailing inches past his body. The sword that would've came up and across his torso now slashed across his thigh diagonally, biting into the armor but it quite reaching skin. Lance flipped backwards, the whole thing an impressive show of acrobatics. He landed on his feet, swords on his shoulders as he scanned over the man.[/i] "Where did you learn to fight like that, Lucien Farcòn?" [i] Lance asked. The question wasn't meant to distract or take away from the fight; it was legitimate curiosity. [/i]