The swordsman dashed forward, attacking the paladin head on without so much as a sneak attack. He was one of those dual sword fighters; Antonio knew their type. Broadly, they were in two categories. One had the experience, reflexes, and upper body strength to use a large sword in each hand. The other kind didn't.
And as he began swinging at Antonio, using sword and shield to parry the devil arm's blows, it became quickly obvious he was the latter. If his physical ability was quantified into statistics, they'd be... middling, he'd have to say.

But beyond that, he had an annoying manner of dress, with a fedora covered in large feathers. It was typical, really.
"Flock off, feather face!" he said, using his Stonewall skill. The shield bash was invulnerable from the front and excellent for knocking opponents away, but its real usage lay as a setup; knocking your opponents back left them with a huge opening as he immediately used his other skill. Michael flashed with a glowing light, and the paladin rocketed forward, thrusting the sword in front of him like an angry lance headed towards the blasphemer's heart.