[Shoulders shaking just slightly as he chuckles, breathy and almost without much sound, he's smiling.] See, the fact that your feet almost always rest at a 30-degree angle even as you're resting means that you're used to heavy charges, heavy weaponry. Same as the width of your stance, used to holding a weapon with two hands.

[He pauses, but it's not something he just thought up just now.] That's why you broke the bayonet, right? Shitty material and using too much momentum from sheer habit - perhaps a little more stress than usual, that helps, too.

[He tilts his head.] I don't charge without thinking, but there's no other way to know if you can defend a true killing blow out of the blue unless someone's willing to strike it.

[When he brings out Balmung, that smile, discreet even despite its insolence, widens. He takes in the weapon, long, sharp, and weighty. Even though it's only displayed as gridwork, he can tell that this is by no means mass made. It's absolutely one of a kind.

He's almost giddy when he declares:] Not nearly enough.