Simon's lips could not help but curl up into a smirk the moment he heard the words of the child in front of him.
'What do I know about the stances of swordsmanship?'
'Boy... You're too young to be acting all arrogant in front of me just because you wield a sword.'
Simon stretched out his hand and gestured at Blackblade with his four fingers.
"Come. Let me bring you back to reality... boy."
Blackblade's eyes glowed, and flames flickered in them for a moment before he tightened his grip on the sword.
"For a mere Fiend, you're as arrogant as I've heard."
Simon chuckled. "Enough with the talk. I said-"
Whoosh!
Before Simon could finish his words, a sword came swinging down at his face, prompting him to quickly take a step back.
His gaze sharpened the moment the blade cut through the air in front of him.
Clang!
He swung his claws down instantly, striking the flat surface of the blade and pushing it off course.
