...
-He holds out his arms, and they segment, large blades emerging from inside and springing up past his wrists-
Yeah.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?These are them, yes.
...
I have other things in me, too.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-His feet shift and split, revealing glowing metal skate-blades, jet thrusters extend from the back of his lower legs, and his fingers segment and elongate-
This is all I know about. So far. I... only really find something new when I need to have it.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...
...
-He shifts back to normal-
Maybe this was a bad idea...
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?... -nods slightly-
It might be.
You're clearly from a time... more advanced than mine.
My father trained me how to use this. -looks at the Cross-Halberd- And how to fight.
While you... have more weapons. And picked it up effortlessly.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-He doesn't look excited to fight any more-
-If anything, he looks ashamed-
This is a mistake. I'm sorry.
-He goes to walk off-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-He re-extends his blades and adopts a defensive stance-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...
-He jets straight at her, but makes sure to decelerate and does a wider swing than he would normally-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-He follows up with more blows-
-He is clearly holding back-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

Metal... inside you?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post