Lark's sword shot up to block Jenso's foot with its flat side. The movement was far faster than before, but Lark didn't attack afterwards. His right elbow was bent in front of his chest as he held the sword up-side-down and kissed his teeth mockingly, shaking his head. Suddenly his right elbow jutted forward and slammed against Jenso's chest with immense force and speed, far faster than Prisma was for sure. "Come on, wimp! You're sluggish!" Lark shouted, raising his blade again, and beckoning Jenso to attack.