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((Yes, that was how I was holding the scimitar...it was actually broad side up, but same difference...))

Lukien released a soft growl as Vice evaded him so swiftly. With both blades held infront of him, forming an X across his chest, he made another swift charge. A weapon like the Masamune was great against long range, superb against mid range, but difficult to wield when pressed hard against. Lukien didn't want to fight a weapon like that at long range, so he charged. The X pattern his swords created formed a steady defence to block almost any strike Vice could throw at him.

Lukien's body flowed like water as his shield was broken. Instead of simply halting his attack, and having the point of the masamune ram through his stomach he flowed to the right, gracefully dancing out of harms way. A smile spread across his lips as he locked eyes with Vice, who lunged with his left shoulder. The sword in his right hand was still recovering from the movement of the masamune, but because of his jaunt to the right the sword in his left hand had evened out a lot quicker and was quickly thrusted forward.

"No, keep him close!" Lukien staggered when he felt his blade suddenly pushed away to the left. Quickly pushing off with his left foot sent him leaping to his right, or Vice's left. A quick slash from his right scimitar, towards Vice's face, while another stab was aimed for the warrior's chest. He was pressing Vice hard, refusing to give his weapon the obvious advantage it had.

A face of shock managed it's way onto Lukien's face...he was a crazy son of a b***h himself, but he'd never have done that to disarm his opponent! His left arm tried to follow the handle of his scimitar as it was torn from his grip. Unable to retake his weapon he followed through with the swing of his right scimitar, sliding it along the white material of Vice's mask. Taking the handle in both his right and left hand he slammed his left foot down to secure his footing and slashed, powerfully, at Vice's lower belly.

Lukien wasn't too keen on the energy attacks, as most of the Black Company was, he left that to Akeel, Lorn, and Archon...he was just a sword fighter. He held the scimitar infront of him, with both hands gripped around the old, cracked, leather that made up the handle. Shifting the blade into his right hand he stuck his right leg forward, supporting his weight on both his legs, as his left hand reached behind his back. What Vice couldn't see, or atleast he didn't think he could, was the two kamas he had hidden behind his belt. "Life isn't the most important thing, friend...infact it's something so unimportant that people like us try and throw it away at any given chance. Death...a real death, a death brought with honor on the hooves of the Seven Horsemen of the Dark Lord." His fingers wrapped around the wooden shaft of the kama, waiting for Vice to make his move. His eyes were keen, sharp, and above all else pleeding. Pleeding for death, an end to the loneliness and an end to the pain...but he wouldn't die...they wouldn't let him. He could feel Akeel trying to force his way to the surface, to combat fire with fire...in a sence, "That is what men like us seek".

"Freedom? You could call it that if you wish...I call it redemption. Clensing yourself of past sins, desposing of ghosts that can't be killed. Yea, redemption is a good term to use." Lukien's hand shifts again, behind his back, and takes the second, wooden, shaft of the kama in his grip. Both the farmer tools, used to harvest wheat, were sharpened to razor sharpness and attached to each other by means of a chain on the bottom. The chain was silent, because he had it secured behind his belt. "What do you seek, warrior? You are skilled enough to fight...do you seek power?" It was a dumb question, but the amount of warriors who sought power or strength was staggering! Completely dumb-founding some of them time. It almost made Lukien to think about how he aquired his power...

"Me? I sought it from anyone I could take it from...snatching it just as easily as I snatched their lives." Lukien's stance relaxed when Vice dropped the weapon. His left hand returned to his side, and the point of the scimitar was dropped to the ground, though he still held it. His gaze flickered to the wound in Vice's arm, without treatment it would become infected, if Lukien had severed any major arteries or viens, which is very likely considering the blade sliced straight through his arm. Lukien's smile returned to him, knowing that he couldn't use the masamune with but one arm, and unless he was as skilled with the scimitar blade as Lukien was then he stood no chance. "What are you doing here, then? You sought something, at one point...did you aquire it? Did you give up on it? Why are you here..."