Vale's body slowed slightly as he reached the top of his arc. With Alvios out of reach, he was forced to dart directly downwards to avoid his next incoming slash, as if he has [i]thorough control over his midair trajectory.[/i] The slash missed him, grazing the tip of his ponytail as he slammed against the ground, and flipped backwards. His black blade trembled in place for a moment, as if it were alive, but he grabbed the hilt before anything else happened, and morphed it back into its initial Katana-like form. The vampire looked at Alvios and snickered to himself.

	[color=silver]"You analyze too much, [b]unbecoming.[/b] I am not here for any intent or purpose. I've long since abandoned, [i]thrown silly thoughts of self-importance or revenge to the curb[/i], such silly things! Whether I die or not, I am nothing more than a desperate connoisseur of the finest caliber!"[/color] Vale place his small dagger back into his cloak and swapped the hand that held his black blade, so he wielded it most efficiently. [color=silver]"[i]Yes[/i], a taste is all I require for happiness. That's all I really wish to do anymore. [i]Taste and move, taste and move, like a monotonous toy bird, taste and move, tip-tip-tipping my head for the better things in life."[/i][/color] Vale readied his blade and waited for Alvios patiently. 

	[color=silver]"Taste and move..."[/color]