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"If only I were that lucky..." A strange sensation surrounded Lukien as he continued to stare out into what was once a beautiful city...his city. The Black Company destroyed it, when they first constructed the dojo it helped the town bolster it's economy...but then they came. Xol, Mastema, Shadow, Wolf...they all came. They destroyed everything! They killed everyone...Rage burned powerfully in Lukien, but it was easily with held. "I would leave if I were you, or you may find yourself among the dead of this place."

Still Lukien refused to turn his gaze from his city. Instead he spoke with a cryptic, almost sorrow filled, voice. "If it is your wish to join the dead then why not end your life yourself?" Turning his back to Vice he took several steps away before turning again, this time deep grey eyes locked with Vice's crimson. Sorrow, hatred, and regret filled this man's eyes. Lukien's hand rested upon the sword at his belt, idly toying with the small peice of tassle that dangled from the handle.

"Death is not a solution to a problem..." There was a soft scratch of leather on steel as Lukien's blade was drawn, the silver of the blade was glistening in the fadeing sun. His second blade was still secured to his waist, but he was more then certain he could finish Vice with realitive ease. "...It's a problem in itself." Slowly Lukien began to march towards Vice. He had no reason to fight the man, but those damn voices were back...telling him to do it.

Lukien's movements were slow, calm, and fluid. He knew that weapons of the masamune's size was very deadly, and should be approached carefully...but Lukien didn't seem to care, oddly enough. Death wasn't a solution, nor was it really a problem, it was a state of being. A few quick steps brought him within the Masamune's strikeing range, because it was longer then his scimitar style blade it had a more effective killing radius, should Vice choose to strike.
((Excuse me, I thought it said pointing it towards his opponent...))

((EDIT))

Lukien twisted his wrist so that the blade was pointing down then swung his arm in a horizontal movement, in an attempt to catch the blade in mid swing using the left side of his blade if it was pointed at the ground. If it was sucessful he would then twist his wrist so his own blade would be pointing upwards, taking Vice's blade with it on the right side of the outside of his sword. Then he would slide his blade down the masamune's steel edge in an attempt to sever Vice's fingers.

With Vice's step forward it put him just in strikeing range of Lukien's weapon, and he would have struck as soon as he had the opportune moment, but suddenly pain flooded into his mid section. A knee to the gut had caught him off guard. Temporarily stunned he held firm to his blade, halting his forward momentum so his blade rested on the masamune. If Vice were to move his blade, Lukien would know. For now, however, he was too stunned to do much.

Lukien, fearing he left himself open to an attack as soon as Vice's blade left his own, spun in the opposite dirrection of Vice. As Vice rolled to the left, Lukien would roll to the right, with the slender scimitar style blade tucked close against his body, blade outward. Lukien's blade found Vice's with a loud clash of steel. Unless Vice spun around then both Vice and Lukien would continue looking away from each other, their blades locked behind their backs. Vice held the advantage, and Lukien knew it, because Lukien's arm was bent in an odd way making his manuverability limited. Reaching over, with his left arm, he took the handle of his second sword in his grip. Drawing the blade out, so the blade was pointed towards the ground, he twisted his body again and thrusted the point of his second scimitar style blade at Vice's mid section.

Vice's spin, takes leaves him facing his opponent, but he hadn't expected Lukien to spin as well, and only barely blocks the blade with his own.
To block the thrust from lukien's second weapon, Vice releases his left hand from the grip on his own weapon and strikes downward with the free arm to deflect the scimitar toward the ground.
He then jumps backward to put some distance between himself and his opponent, while shaking his wrist due to the shock of the block.
The point of his own weapon now resting in the dirt as he grips it with only one hand.

((I'm assuming that as you are holding it, the dull edge of the scimitar would have been at the top...))