The armored man's eyes widened, and he took another step back, and another, parrying each of Ren's blows with relative ease, all while losing ground. Then again, there was't much to be lost in ground. As the blows get faster, the man's eyes flickered, and he stood his ground, straight on matching Ren's strikes, blow for blow. The two blades clashed against one another and sparked wildly until Ren moved out of his predictable flurry of stabs. As he pivoted and went for a stunning blow, the man shifted his leg, allowing the armored plate on his thigh to absorb the full impact of his attack, after which he drove his neon blue knife into Ren's, snapping his dirk clean from it handle.

	"Feh, kids like you," he hissed, stepping back and slashing at Ren's chest with a vertical slice, "Shouldn't be allowed to speak!"