Conrad lifted the blade straight up and looked at the reflection of Evan. “I don't wanna reveal our ace in the hole. Let's save that for later buddy.” 

His hand was still touching the cloth of his scarf when Evan yelled out to him. It was easier to say that he felt them before he saw them. He couldn't explain it himself but it was like an electric spike that course across his brain; It was a sixth sense. 

With a flick of his wrist, he felt the impact of his their feet clash with Evan, a smirk on his face as he eyed the fighters. “Sneak attack huh? I'm not sure that's how the [i]teach[/i] wanted it!” he barked, swiping the pair back into the air. 

The fighter landed in a crouch and simultaneously pulled back the sling of his weapon. “Yea but who cares. Winning is winning right?” asked the pair together, their voice melding together. 

Stepping forwards, Conrad laid Evan's long blade across his shoulder, the surface facing the pair. “Well, I suppose you're right. But you've messed up when you decided to attack us.”