"I assumed dying would cause an automatic failure on this test. I don't intend to inflict my name with shame." Gideon states bluntly, as if his priority was on passing the test, not surviving. "As for where to next, I supposed you should lead on as you seem to have a better grasp on what's going on." The dual Mardemdiev blades swung downwards despite the grip on the weapons remaining unchanged. Once they locked into place, Gideon appeared as if he was simply holding 2 lugers. Except, the large blades wrapped under the palm of his hand, having rotated almost a full 180 degrees so they practically act as a sharpened forearm as well as an extended- 2 meter- long limb extension from Gideon's elbow. Putting his arms in a resting position in which is lugers pointed towards the underbrush of the forest, the blades extended up past his shoulders and the tips of the blades reach almost a full meter above his head.