Knights of Tezoth

"You won't believe it, but this knife has seen a few liquidations..." — Lester gazes lovingly at the "pocket" weapon. "How much do you think a person needs to cross into the other world? Whether a king or a simple worker... Just a strip of steel..."

"Time itself will take everyone eventually, without any steel."

"Bad! You left your neck completely unprotected."

"Maybe I just want some vampire to take me into the world of night..."

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

"Thank you for the compliment."

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

"I'll try to do better."

"Bad! I didn't even put much effort into it. Couldn't you hit such a large target?"

"You are quite slender, sir, and hitting you may not be easy."

"The verdict..." — Vargas closed his eyes. "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 do A => counter with B. You have to see your opponent, know yourself, and make the best move exactly when it needs to be made. I see that ability in you, but you'll need to work on it further."

"Understood, I'll work on it..."