[What the hell is swiving, that's old-timey even for him.

Shield more or less in his face does get him to stagger back, though, and it takes him the briefest of moments to reset; he's able to put up a good amount of resistance before he stumbles, though. Stronger than he looks.]

I don't know. The old martyrs used to find something noble in dying in combat - people used to feed them to the lions in the coliseums.

[He shrugs, takes a moment to reposition himself, pacing a bit where he stands.]

I draw the line way before that. This is just wanting to know who's taking the guy.

[Another swipe at Cid's face, trying to see if he can get him to block high and catch him off-balance.]