Reggie was confused by Blake's words, but didn't have much time to think on it as his opponent suddenly decided to attack him. Thinking fast, Reggie un hooked the sheath from the belt, then swung his seord, sheath and all, at his opponent's head, keeping it from falling off with his fingers.. Once he made contact, he'd release his hold on the sheath, drawing the blade out as he followed the momentum of the swing, launching a spinning back kick into his opponent's gut. The leg would land behind him as he took a stance, his naked blade shining as the sunlight danced upon it's razor-sharp edge.

He hesitated slightly on what to do next,as he didn't want to hurt Blake, or worse, kill him. [i]He doesn't seem to have the same reluctance, however, so it would be best to be prepared to get my hands dirty.[/i] The thought of hurting this man made himsick, but he swallowed it down as he took a defensive stance, not willing to attack his opponent as he had no idea what they could do.