Benjamin had watched in cold silence as events played before him. He only heat half an ear to Jak and Naoto's conversation and kept the rest if his attention to Sonya. How she acted. Reacted. Strategies. Movements. If she favored an arm or leg. If she had a preferred method. Ben only turned his attention so that he could pull his fencing jacket on over his button-up; he didn't bother with the rest. As he slid his rapier from it's sheathe, Sonya asked who was next. She's destroyed Cyril, which he found strange pleasure in, so he was cautious. Wary.
"I'll go."
He took a few steps to close the gap between them and took his stance. He held his body perpendicular to her, his right side leading. His arm was extended and angled downwards, sword like an extension. He kept the tip at least a half foot from the ground and squared his shoulders. He was prepared to counter her. Watching her fight had shown a few things, and Cyril had taken the best approach, letting her strike first, but he dodged. Benjamin wanted to strike upwards at her while she moved forwards at him and side step at the same time. A standard riposte. He didn't doubt she knew what he was planning but he was quick if he was anything.
"Ladies first." Ben said, curtly.