"Please...I've seen greater swordsmen than you, old man. Why do you think my expectations are set so high?" Inigo chides as his strikes become more focused, now attacking with precise combos and accurate motions. Morgan sits up and watches, this whole fight seeming like a sparring match to her now. "He's fighting just as if he would with father now...just how far will your shadow push you, Inigo..?" She murmurs as she stands up and dusts herself off, no lying in wait for the right moment to jump back into the fray.

"[i]I've seen greater swordsmen than you...[/i]" The only person he could think of the shadow is referring to is their long gone father...at least, he was presumed to be dead. Leon had yet to be able to track his brother down after he was brought back. "[i]He must believe that if he can beat me, then he'd be able to be on the level of his father...there's so much more to it, Inigo...your shadow blinds you.[/i]" He thinks as he continues to watch Drax and his nephew lock blades.