Those azure eyes gave a bit of a wiggle as their gaze shifted to the man who spoke; identifying himself as a man named Rivet who bore the title of 'Lord'. As the man spoke, Leo allowed his gaze to snap this way and that; taking note of the man's tophat, mustache and the rather fanciful nature of his clothing. This man didn't seem as though he were ready for a battle of any sort, but sure enough he was not only read for battle; but ready to battle [i] him[/i]. For someone who just announced he planned to fight, this 'Lord' Rivet was far too trusting a man to just stand there and talk. The battlefield was no place for jaunty Johnny's.

[i]"So.. then.."[/i] Lord Rivet spoke. Allowing the tips of Leo's right index finger and thumb grasp the handle of one of the throwing knives; a light blue glow starting throughout the blade.

[i]"Shall..we..[/i]" Leo's eyes fixed onto the the man's top hat; aiming just below the top of it. The man didn't seem aware of the opening he had presented, and while Leo didn't want to end the fight right there, he did want the man to feel some pressure from his mistake.

[i]"Do..this.."[/i] the pressure Leo exerted with his finger and thumb increased exponentially whilst his arm tensed, preparing for the launch. [i]"The...way.."[/i] Leo's eyes went from their blue tone as an ethereal breeze tousled hair hair as the tips became almost translucent. [i]"Of... gentlemen.."[/i] with a swift and gentle motion the throwing knife was sent flying through the air like a bullet; a mystical force allowing it to cut through the air unabated so as to, hopefully, smack the still talking man's hat from his head in just a single second.