The man was definitely full of brass, he exuded confidence. So much that it made Tojiko laugh, humans were entertaining to a degree, weather it be intentional or not. He found that they were able to fulfill his need of communication that were not beat from the Emptiness. He wouldn’t mind carving this man’s ego down a bit, but the warrior spoke with honor. It was something Tojiko could respect, the others words carried weight. Not only that, but was a representation of himself. He spoke of warriors not being gifted, but skilled. Through dirt and mud, hard work and relentless effort. The means to be resilient was there greatest ability. Tojiko could relate, he himself trained for many years to obtain his plato. Maybe gifted was the wrong term, assuming one was born someway or just given talent. 

[color=00aeef]“I’ve never heard bone pop so naturally, usually you human fall over dead after dislocating the neck. You seem to be a tier above the rest.”[/color] He responded to the man’s proposal. It’s been years since he has got to use his black sword, from his foes equipment he appeared to be not just spearman, but a swordsman. A crossed classed individual, much like himself. He never thought he would be sharing similarities with a mortal, to show his respect he intended not participate in the affair. Gentle he lifted his right hand to eye level, just below his brow. His fingered extended out, Tojiko finger’s slowly curled forming a grip around the hilt of a ebony blade that materialized seemingly from nothingness. 

His free hand gently followed from the guard to the point of the blade, in its wake the shade of the blade shifted into a silver sheen. Timing the blade slightly the sun reflected off his blade, his ocean colored iris being just as bright. Lowering his blade to take a traditional stance with his katana. His right hand the lead and his left the following support, the stance common in the eastern seas as Seigan No Kamae . His right foot the lead and his left the support with short spacing for quick movement.The tip of the blade angled just at his opponents throat, held out a fist length away from his own hip, allowing for him to use the blades effectively. A more so defensive stance, a calming one that requires focus and for the blade to always return to its starting point with haste. He rotated the blade slight to his own right, ready to receive his foe. In terms of range, Tojiko was lacking his blade only being 27 inches. [color=00aeef]"Well than, are you gonna sand there or are you going to show me the skill you worked to hard to master?"[/color]