Knights of Tezoth

"You won't believe it, but this knife has seen a few eliminations..." — Lester gazes lovingly at the "pocket" weapon. "How much do you think a man needs to pass into the next world? Whether king or common laborer... Just a strip of steel..."

Coming to his senses:

"Bad! You left your neck completely unprotected."

"Not bad. I deliberately opened up my flank to see if you'd take advantage, and you did — right between the plates. You've got good instincts."

"Bad! You opened up again — come and take whatever you want."

"Bad! I didn't even put much effort into that. A target that big, you should've been able to hit it, right?"

"The verdict..." — Vargas closed his eyes. "Your form — it'll do, there's potential to make something of you. It's clear you've trained in it. Technique — that's what suffers. And you need to feel your opponent more, understand? Battle isn't just doing A => countering with B. You need to see your opponent, and know yourself, and make the best possible move when it needs to be made. I see that ability in you, but it'll need more work."