"Presuming that you find someone far superior to me, you would be in a hard place to fight them with your current skill now. You seem to be having trouble even with this frail old man!" While fighting, Drax thought about the comment more as he tossed his sword breaker to the side. Drax seized the moment to strike. On one of the more dedicated strikes Inigo took, instead of deflecting it as usual, he sidestepped it and quickly flicked his blade out, putting two insignificant cuts at his side as the cane-sword's blade lashed out and recovered swiftly and went back to his defensive stance. "Should I have gone for a piercing would you would have been mortally wounded. If you truely wish to learn the art of the blade, all kinds, come at ease with yourself and I can teach you more. You have potential, and a reason to become stronger. Though I may not be as strong as foe you crave to face, you are reckless and lack discipline in the sword! If you can't even kill me then what would you do, I wonder?"

"What's gotten into him?" Dremmick wondered out loud as he slowly started to recover from his previous ordeal.

"OOOOoooo," Sphyl said as she heard Drax's offer. "Is he wanting to train that crazy person? I don't know if Grandpa should do that. I don't want an insane person like him training with me."

"G-grandpa!?" Dremmick exclaimed. "He is your grandfather?"

Sphyl smiled broadly, "Yep, he just doesn't like being called that while on missions." Dremmick shook his head. too many surprises in one day.

Dremmick looked and saw Cilia using more of the magic that was making her weak. He studied the blade and using a bit of the magic energy he recovered, made a blood blade in the same shape. When finished it was the same crimson metal, shrouded in a black haze, that had used earlier in his fight. "CILIA! USE THIS!" he shouted as he threw the blade to her.