Steffan blocked the upper hit and gried to sidestep the second, yet the blade reached a bit of his leg, the pinching pain of the small cut conforming it.

Sidestepping behind Irena, he swang down the flat of his own sword to strike her bottom. "I woukd be careful with those Knives Your Grace. I don't think you wish to scar your your King, do you?" he said in a playful tone.