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Hokushin did not have a fighting stance that was obvious, but his movements were fluid, even as he looked the knife over, his stone faced gaze unchanging as he stood with an imposing stance, even though he was only five nine, his traditional clothes, and muscular yet lean body cast an imposing shadow in the hall light into the cell.

"I have no stake in this quarrel, but my masters do. Know that I can escape my imprisonment at will."

Hokushin took two steps forward, and jabbed two fingers towards Ulrich's chest, the move was painful, likely enough to knock the wind out of him, but it would seem to cause no lasting effects other than a nasty bruise on the center of his chest where he had been jabbed.

"Arianne Drulovic has an order of protection bestowed upon her. If you pursue this matter, I will have no choice but to take your vitality, and perhaps even your life." Hokushin warned, before he tossed the knife at Ulrich's feet.

"Make your decision."