Scythe chuckled and tightened his grip on the sword in an attempt to break it but it must have been made out of a similar alloy as his arm as it simply refused to so much as crack. Instead he threw it aside and dropped into a wary fighting stance as he guarded the space between the assassin and the sword.Something seemed off to Scythe about the whole situation but he put it out of his mind as he spun his weapon around and kept his gaze fixed on his attacker. "Who are you?" He suddenly asked without moving. "In fact forget I asked. More importantly who sent you?" He wasn't expecting an answer as he continued. "Credit where it's due, you're a fantastic fighter. you might have had me once or twice there." He stopped talking bu still wore a slightly inane grin on his face. "Not good enough though." He said pointedly as he gestured to the fallen sword.