Keiro smirked," Ironically, I don't serve her anymore either. But old habits die hard, I guess..." He had never been a lord. Sure, he had had the title granted to him, Lord General, after the Elf wars and, more specifically, after the Queen's rebellion, but he had never taken to the title, and never enforced it. Well, rarely inforced it, anyways. His smile turned playful when she mentioned that he was an outcast. Aged he was, and a few years past his prime. Also, slightly out of practice. But in his day there hadn't been a bladesman to match him for skill, speed or intelligence.
Not quite. He remembered two men and one elf who he knew was better than him, and he had fought them. The elf had been arrogant and had tried to toy with the young human bladesman. He had been surprised when the quickly backpedalling soldier suddenly jumped forward and planted a broadsword through his chest. The second had been human; Older than Keiro and in his prime too, but he had slipped on a patch of ice as he was about to deliver a killing blow. The other had been a young man, quicker, smarter and stronger than Keiro had ever been, but he had been intimidated by Keiro's legend, coming into the fight despairing of defeat, and thus beat himself. He had been lucky, he knew but he hadn't gotten this far on luck alone.
"I'm guessing you don't know who I am, Elf," He growled, rolling his neck, moving closer to her, spinning his blade in an eight-figure to loosen his wrist," I won't introduce myself, but let's see if you can guess before this fight is over..." And with that, he closed the distance between them to attack. Sure, he was a bit rusty in the details, but he hadn't gotten complacent, or fat. He was just as fast he had been those five years ago, when the queen sent her lover and three assassins to kill him, and he had send her lover's head back to her on the sword that he had stolen from her.