Kenos merely put his gaze to Silver when the gesture was made to Silver. He stood there awaiting her command. Be it by verbal, mental, or action. He could pick up on his orders. Instead he felt a slight twinge of curiousity when she approached him. Aside from a blinking of his eyes there was no sign he really even cared or noticed her quick approach. This was not a situation he knew. Therefore he decided to observe and analyze. In case this sort of situation became important. However confused about it he was he did not show it. He merely observed her. He looked at her and saw how close they were. He just stood there and studied her at a closer range. His gaze moving to note each attribute. Each part of her. How she stood. How her chest rose and fell as she was in thought.<br/><br/>Unlike most he was not observing her in a sexual manner but in analytical. Registering her at ease posture so in case she turned into a hostile he would know how to best subdue her until she regained her senses. She seemed a strange mix of at ease and some other thing he could not place. It was not the strange actions and appearance though that the rest of the men tended to get when they interacted with her. This just further added to his puzzlement. He stood there accepting her exploration and touches as she touched his cheek. Barely even slightly reacting. At times his gaze followed her. Such as when she began manipulating his long hair.<br/><br/>He watched as she began touching him. As she traced his contours. He was uncertain why she felt the need to inspect him. Perhaps it was so that she knew he was in the physically fit condition for the utmost use in battle. In fact that was the only conclusion his mind could come up with. As it was one he could process and understand. This must be due to she needed to make sure he was within prestine utmost strength and endurance condition. That he was not lacking the muscle strength where it was needed. Otherwise he had no idea how to understand what to most would be a very intrusive groping inspection. To him it was simply as if he was getting a not medically degreed check up.<br/><br/>He looked at her as he observed her as she moved. He observed her as she seemed to think about whatever it was she was thinking about. To be honest this was one of those times he had no idea what the other was thinking. What move their body was planning to make. The minute that the blade was placed in his hands however, his entire demeanor changed. He trasitioned from at ease to combat ready in seconds. The sword angled in front of him. His body transfered from waiting for orders to ready to combat. His body taking on an easy to move, bend, counter or attack placement of his feet. The curvature of his body changing to allow for easier twisting or thrusting movements. â€œBattle orders initiated. Survive. Objective confirmed.â€ He said in a militarlistic yet slightly inhuman yet human way.<br/><br/>His gaze turned to the opponent the second he saw the movement of her dagger. His gaze turned to observational. He moved the blade and blocked the strike of the dagger. He began to follow her. Moving his body to avoid the random to and fro strikes of the dagger. The ones he didnâ€™t move from he blocked. He seemed to be on the defensive however, this was not the case. He was studying. Studying the dance of her body. The movements of her arms. The way the arms move indicating angle and direction. He seemingly was on defensive as he learned which was she thrusted the dagger depending on the angle of the dancing semi-circle she was making around him.<br/><br/>When he completely analyzed and memorized her movements he began to join in on her dance in more than a defensive way. He began to move her backwards even as she continue. Blocking her strikes and counering with his own. At first they were subtle. Slow to rise and quick to fall into a blocking. Then they quickly began to push into hers. Become quicker. More unpredictable. He moved closer and closer to her. Even as he moved the sword with one arm he was analyzing the best methods of incapacitation that would result in minimal harm to the priority one objective. He suddenly pushed his sword into her dagger. Pushing it back with his sword.<br/><br/>His hand struck out and grabbed the wrist. Twisting just enough to cause strain on the muscles holding the dagger within her hand. Pulling suddenly he intend to twirl her into him while bending her arm behind her. If this worked his sword would come to rest with plenty of space between her and her neck. If it did not he would continue this dance of blades. He seeked to provide minimal injury or pain to the priority one objective. If this did work he held her against him arm holding the dagger bent behind her. Wrist twisted in a way the dagger, if still in her hand, pointed harmlessly down between them.