Arthal looked at the figure. "A battle you want, a battle you shall have!" He raised his Redemption pointing at the young man falling towards the earth. "Stop!" He commanded and the young man seemed to slow, with that he spun both his blades throwing them into the air he jumped up and catching them in the opposite hands his aura glowed around him red and white as he landed back on the ground. He moved out of the way of the slash and then quickly prepared to counter what ever strike came next. 

In truth what he had done was activate a Master's technique, he needed this finished quickly. He called upon the power of his old master, their hearts were one now and their skills as one. Of course this came at great strain should he fail to defeat him before his body was drained he would fall. He would end this quickly so they could get to more important matters, such as travel and fighting the Darkness. "I should warn you, I have had a century of training with this blade, and two if you count my master's skills that I gained." He knew humans didn't live as long as elves, he hoped experience and training along with his past combat would see him through this fight.