<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Vashen</span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Whats this then?</span>Vashen thought to himself as he saw a sword brought forward to the queen.<span style="font-style: italic">That's one spectacular sword. Though I still think mine is better.</span>He smirked as he glanced up over his shoulder to view his large weapon of choice. He looked back to see that the man she was accompanied with.<span style="font-style: italic">That's a knight isn't it? They going to spar?</span>He cocked an eyebrow and looked through the crowd.<span style="font-style: italic">These people.....Its like they have forgotten whats going on in the real world.</span>He knew that this day was exactly for that but it still sorta sickened him.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Halt</span></span></span><br/><br/>Halt smiled to the Queen when she asked if they should cross blades. "I'd like to see if you've gotten any closer to taking me down." he reached to the long sword that rested in its hilt on his belt, withdrawing the blade and entering a a ready position form he had learned over the years. He held the large sword in a single hand, being as strong as he was. Though a claymore still required two hands.<br/><br/>He braced one foot firmly behind him and the other turned to the side before him. It looked an odd stance but allowed him to parry and counter attack swiftly. He held the blade at a an 8 O'clock direction, firmly and ready to move.