Dion was already standing on the beach, just near the shore. The two of them had already assumed their positions, squaring off about seven feet from one another. Lamina was weilding a fancy schiavona with a highly intricate hand-guard, waving her blade to and fro as she waited respectfully for him to get ready. Dion held a jian or Chinese straight sword typical of kung fu weapon styles in his right hand with the blade facing upwards at a diagonal incline to the left. The tip of his sword was pointing towards Lamina, as he was standing in what appeared to be a common bow-and-arrow stance. His right foot was forward with his leg bent slightly, while his left leg extended straight back behind him without bending. Despite the flexibility and strength it would require, Dion chose the more traditional and uncomfortable stance of standing with both feet flat on the ground, pointing forward towards the direction of his sparring partner. He had on a Chinese gwan or kung fu uniform made of pure white silk with frog-knot buttons and was wearing white vans on his feet which resembled kung fu slippers. Dion was also weilding another weapon in his left hand, and holding it crossed over behind the blade of his jian. It was the black scabbard for his sword, made of polished black wood reinforced with metal fittings. Although his costume, weapons and stance seemed quite typical and traditional, his fencing style was unorthodox. He spun the sword and scabbard around with his hands one time like a pair of rattan sticks before shifting his body weight towards the back leg. Dion moved slowly with what seemed like perfect balance as he sat down on his back leg, extending his right leg straight out with his toes curved slightly inward, left heel raised up with his right foot flat on the beach. Bowing his head to Lamina without moving his body, he unverbally gave her the signal that he was ready to begin. With that, he sat perfectly still.

Dion was indeed standing in a defensive stance, roughly seven feet from his opponent as she curtsied before him. He always thought that was a cute thing to see from a lady, but he kept a straight face and maintained focus on her sword. As Lamina started to approach him, Dion was already prepared. With the distance between them, he would have more than enough time to react before Lamina was able to thrust or feint with her schiavona. His right leg was extended straight out in front of him with his foot flat on the ground. His left foot was further back, with all of his weight seemingly placed on his back leg.

As Lamina started to approach him, Dion suddenly slid his right foot in a wide arch around to the side and behind him in a low reversed c-shaped sweep along the sand so that he was once again standing in a bow and arrow stance with all of his weight still forward on his bent left knee. His right foot would draw a crescent moon in the sand as he moved swiftly with seemingly perfect balance which could only come from training. Lamina would still be closing the gap between them by the time Dion pushed himself up with his left leg, using his bent knee to spring into action. He would shift his body, taking a step back with his left foot while keeping his right foot planted forward, positioning himself in a typical baijong stance common to boxing and many kung fu styles.

With this shift in position, Dion kept his sword out in front of him with the blade pointing diagonally upwards, straight towards his opponent's eyes while still maintaining a good distance between them, just close enough to touch swords if they were to both extend straight out. By angling his sword in a way where it would point towards Lamina's eyes, Dion was possibly able to not only keep her at bay but also to prevent her from seeing the full length of his sword, which might cause her to mis-judge the true range of his attack and defense. His left foot was in back now, with his heel slightly raised to give him more spring in his step. Both of his legs were slightly bent, while his body was entirely neutral with a 50/50 weight placement on both feet. His left hand twirled the scabbard around so that he would be holding it at the top with the shaft pointing downwards in a defensive manner, possibly to be used as a hooking device later on, or for parrying any low attacks on his body. He would not bounce around or move any from side to side. Instead, he would remain as he did before, by staying still.

Moved in correspondance to Lamina's actions in a sort of two person dance. As she moved, he moved. As he moved, she moved. Lamina swung her sword against the side of Dion's black scabbard as he went about twirling it. But as the scabbard went flying from his grip, Dion's left hand would seize hold on the yellow cord that was hanging from it, allowing the scabbard to continue in its momentum. Lamina's commitment with her sword was telegraphed perfectly, allowing Dion to counter before she could change her own momentum with her schiavona. He turned his body slightly to coincide with Lamina's footwork by moving his left foot back beside him so that he would still be in the same 50/50 neutral stance, facing her directly as before with his right foot still planted in the same spot. He lowered the hilt of his sword only slightly, still aiming the blade upward with the tip pointing straight at Lamina's face just like before. His front right side was the only thing exposed to her sight, as he kept his left and backside out of her range. At the same time as his left foot was landing behind him, Dion would capitalize on Lamina's upward swing away from him by twirling the scabbard around and over his head by the cord, aiming to clock her in the left side of the face with the wooden sheath's momentum. As he did this, he would lean his head back slightly just for a split milisecond to allow the scabbard to fly swiftly like a nunchaku handle with whipping forcefulness. Hit or miss, Dion's left hand fell back into its original defensive position, allowing the motion of the cord on his scabbard to do all of the work. It was a dance of death indeed, as Dion kept his sword ready in a neutral posture for both countering and defense. To her dismay, Dion met with little resistance, instead focussing his energy on internal circular movements in order to evade, reposition and capitalize on Lamina's own actions. His entire style up until this point consisted of twisting, twirling and arching motions. It was a major difference from their previous encounter, when Dion met her directly with straight forward relentless attacks.

Lamina was trying desperately to keep him on his toes. Each movement he made was followed by hers, in an elegant and graceful dance that seemed beautiful yet deadly. Lamina's first two attacks with her schiavona did not work out as she had planned, and now she was in close range for another attack, this time a slash from right to left, aiming at Dion's left ribcage whilst simultaneously using her left armguard to block his jian from maneuvering. She thought that her technique was perfect, and that all of his limbs would be preoccupied to prevent him from countering. But she neglected to notice that all of her limbs were actually preoccupied in trying to keep him busy. Dion's sword had been previously lowered slightly into a more suitable position for both offense and defense, and this subtle little movement would now take effect in its reasoning. As Lamina's metal bracer pushed up in a forearm block against his blade, Dion would simply twirl his wrist, allowing the jian to go with the momentum of Lamina's forearm before circling around underneath it in one of her own style of fencing's manuevers called a coup fouetté. Dion would turn his wrist so that the blade of his jian turned horizontally, sliding against the lower part of Lamina's metal bracer only to seek its target at the left side of Lamina's ribcage. It was in the exact same spot she was hoping to strike him at, with almost the same exact geometry. Dion's blade would find its target at the same exact time as Lamina's blade, and would stop just inches away from her in exactly the same manner. As this happened, Dion seemed to still be expressing the same look of emotionless focus. He showed no fear, no anger, no sorrow whatsoever. His eyes simply met hers with a calm sense of respect and self control. He paused, staring at her quietly for a moment before taking a step back, nodding in respect to his opponent before raising his sword again in a ready position.

Dion's face showed no expression whatsoever as Lamina's actions took place. He had curved his sword around her arm, only to find out that she would seize it by the guard with her left hand. Normally, there would be many thoughts rushing through people's minds in a situation like this, but Dion seemed quietly disciplined with self control. As Lamina brought her sword in for a hit to his left ribcage, he stopped and paused to look at Lamina in the eyes. For a moment he would not move or do anything, simply staring at her in silence as she brought the tip of her sword up to his chin. Then he would release his right hand off of the hilt of his sword, allowing Lamina to have full control over both weapons. Dion dropped the scabbard on the beach and raised both hands in front of him in a praying position. He would ball his right hand into a closed fist, while keeping his left hand open, placing his palm to his fist and bowing his head slightly to Lamina in respect, keeping his gaze on her while formally accepting the end of the matchup. Then in a calm and lowered voice, Dion smiled slightly while answering Lamina in a most friendly manner... "We are done".