He wasn't surprised the first attack was not only dodged but skillfully countered, but he was still coating the surface of the platform in oil. Which meant he was somewhat oil covered himself, and slicker than a pig covered in grease. So he managed to avoid the counter-attack.<br/><br/>The sphinxes attacking him was annoying, but he had something to say about that, letting one grab his arm. He was a bit unhappy to discover it was Star. And she was unhappy to find his hand grabbing hers, a feral grin on his face. "No running."<br/><br/>He yanked her toward him, and used his gauntlets to swap out the greatsword for a knife, the plan both brutally simple and obvious. Of course, he had to move fast, as she was still dragging him toward the edge, the oil was making staying away a bit difficult. And he needed to get in the middle to finish the fight. His master stroke was likely going to get him screamed at, but he didn't care. The flask of alchemist's fire begged to be used...