“We’re you always this bad?” Kamen asked almost petulantly. He scratches the back of his head with his free hand, now fully understanding Rei’s adamant order to use dulled foils in duels with Artemis. He would have quartered her several times over had they used their own personal weapons, Necrosis and Chaos respectively.
Artemis purses her lips and huffs, nearly throwing down her own foil as she straightens out her white fencing jacket and pulls her visor up to rest on the top of her head, “If you weren’t so capricious I’d have a better chance.”
He scowled at her, “Artemis, I’m making it a point to be as predictable as possible. Either I’ve gotten very good or you’ve forgotten everything.”
“I’ll go with the first one.” Artemis said flatly.
“Do you even remember how to parry away an attack at all?”
In theory. Artemis thought, but the words were