"well I'm noth going to leth you hurth him," Vis said, sounding like he'd been winded but it was just the hole in his face distorting his words. Standing up and pulling his scarf tightly around his face, Vis held the bent rapier to the ground, letting the tip embed itself. Raising his foot, Vis kicked the bend into strightness, one kick setting the iron erect again. He stood one foot behind the other in a combat stance and held the rapier out infront of him, staring down the paladin, "come on then."