He hadn't exactly come to his wondrous place of relaxation hoping for a match, or even looking for one. He had heard a master swordsmen had resided here for sometime; and well, he needed all the help he could muster if he hoped to find a way to kill Liaison. 

Yet, when he stumbled across the woman his chi imbued eyes sensed a strange manifestation of the chi around her. It was one unlike any he had seen before. Still, what possessed him to challenge her was an unknown. The challenge passed through his lips, and she accepted. His eyes went to her weapon, it was odd. A simple hilt. Perhaps it wasn't a weapon at all. 

He knew the universe, and yet still the Multiverse, was full of technological achievements. Liaison's lobby of the tournament had so much technology that it was baffling.

Alphonse approached the raised grounds, oft used for sparring and exhibitions and was delighted to see his opponent was already there. Punctual. 

He placed his right hand on Geoffrey, and stroked the hilt.

[b]"I make no plans to kill, mi'lady,"[/b] he said across the twenty five foot distance, [b]"but I will use exceptional force. No teacher I am, but your type of Chi invites caution."[/b] He gave a smile and let his left hand brush the edge of his hat. A brisk wind blew and his scarf danced. 

[b]"Ladies first."[/b]

He readied himself in a defensive stance, after pulling Geoffrey free; both hands on the hilt, sword pointed upward, legs loose. He knew she would have to cross a considerable distance, more than enough to allow him to react.

Assuming she didn't first use her Chi as a means of attack.