"I've seen you handle your blades a couple times. I think I get the picture." All of the help is welcome, but none of it is going to take the place of actual practice and learning. Church mimics a few moves, both from Araceli, and also Guillaume when he sees them out of the corner of his eye.

This is gonna go like shit. But even if (when) he loses, he's not giving up Christine. What doesn't kill him makes him stronger and all that.

"All right." He whips around and points the blade in what he hopes is a confident and dramatic fashion. He'll try not to fuck up your beloved jabber, Celi. "Let's get this show on the road; I've got actual important shit to do today than dick around with a wannabe like you."