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"Much better!" Ethan shouted with clear delight as he threw his own blade up, catching Lucas' blade near the guard. Instead of taking the hit head on with his own sword, however, he slid the blade of his own along Riptide, leading the strike away from his body and towards the dirt. He stepped sideways quickly as he did this, and once his sword was free of the other celestial bronze blade, he made a quick swipe for Lucas' wrist, aiming to either bruise it, or cause him to let go of the sword.

"I honestly think Ethan is more threatening than the minotaur..." Sage said as he watched the match, growing a bit impatient as he watched Ethan easily deflect Lucas' attack. "The minotaur just blindly raged around, charging whatever it could see. Ethan... He's calmer.. Calculating... He always seems to know just what you're going to do, and just how to take you down. In my opinion, he's more dangerous than any monster I've seen." He went silent then and watched the match intently, tapping the tip of his sword against the side of his boot as he did. He was getting a bit impatient, really. He knew Ethan would thrash everyone up til him, and he was eagerly waiting another chance to fight the son of Hermes.