The strange salute - England's, he notes with a hint of a smile - gets answered with one of his own. "I think it's just the blade. Never thought I'd find a Guide who could come close enough. I've had a Sentinel manage it in the past, but never a Guide." His voice goes challenging, grin slanted. "Think you can be the first?"

He swings his blade up onto his shoulders, a very casual stance, but anyone familiar with a greatsword knows that once it gets swinging, it can become dangerous to even try and stop it depending on the power of that swing. "I can't wait to try you on a short sword. Wonder how it'd do against my shield."