"I see." He grunts, several of the side slashes getting through, marking his armor and exposing it to gunmetal grey, instead of the matte black it had initially been painted.

And then... all at once, he counters, stepping forward and taking the offensive, feigning a high-line series of thrusts, then sweeping in a long backhanded blow intended to force Aqua to parry, and then twist the blade out of her grasp.

"Was it a loss in battle, or because of Sorcery?"