Engetsu
Oh. Oh... She was skilled, there was no denying that. In fact, if he had to rate her as a swordsman, she would likely be at the top. It was like the two became one, like a machine meant to cut and sever.
It felt wrong.
But despite the strange feling, and the fact that a sword could do no such thing, his tone was still pleasant. You could almost see him smile as he spoke directly to her.
"You must have been a great warrior..." He praised her truthfully, from the bottom of his heart. He could sense little malice, but he could not say he ever enjoyed being swung with such purpose. No, that wasn't quite right either. Perhaps he was just afraid that he would come to enjoy it all over again...
"Do tell, why do you swing a sword so masterfully? What would you have me strike?" He asked her peacefully, but with a sharp inquiry that sought to understand her.