I envy your advantage. My weapon of choice is the bow, and the swords of my own time were much broader and suited for a different sort of combat.

[But enough pretext. Chiron gets into position as well, and after all the (in his opinion, over the top) opening formalities are done, he gives a short nod.]

Let's.

[And with that, there's no pretext. He moves forward quickly and lunges, arm out, blade angled downwards to strike at the waist.]