Lucas eyed up his fruit-smoking "ally" from head to toe before scoffing at him, downing the rest of his wine in one go to follow up his disdain. There was something about Alex that perplexed him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. While he didn't know the reason, that didn't stop him from dismissing him. [b]"Mercenary, I'm quite certain that the honor of dueling Sir Kyros should first go to me. After all, you're already a trained killer, are you not? Meanwhile I haven't handled a blade since receiving fencing lessons in Berlin as a lad."[/b] he would say with a smile towards Alex, before looking down at his own feet to belch. [b]"Besides, I don't see a keyblade on your person."[/b] Lucas would then drop the bottle he held, unstrapped the keyblade from his back, and wielded it with only his right hand. With his Ghostrock Gauntlet, the weight of Gloria could easily be carried by the knight of the Dark West.

His left hand would be behind his back as he stood tall, slowly transitioning into a slight squat with his left foot perpendicular to his right foot. The keyblade would then be slightly tilted towards his sparring partner. [b]"Now, Sir Kyros, I noticed you don't have a sword either. I sure hope a lack of weapons isn't the cause of it!"[/b] Lucas would state with a wheezing laugh at his own wit, pointing at the training weapons with his keyblade scattered across the room. He would soon loosen his stance as realized that perhaps he should grab the non-fatal weapons for himself and Giorgos before he inadvertently injured two of the Imperial couple's vassals. Slowly, his laughter came to a halt as he walked towards a sword rack in order to grab appropriate fencing equipment so they may begin. 

[@Letter Bee][@Rex]