“You sure?” He asked, “you look...” without missing a beat, he threw the knife he had pulled from his shoulder at Quincy’s head. “Tired.” He continued as he rushed forward, only a mere moment after the knife. He expected Quincy to duck, if he didn’t, he’d end up with a knife in his face. The duck would put Quincy right in the path Deo’s blade coming around, planning to strike with the blunt edge. This wasn’t the end of the technique though, as the sword stroke followed through, Deo shifted into a squat, and launched upwards. Literally jumping over where Quincy was standing. Landing on the other side, just far enough away that the knife could reach him, but close enough to rest his sword blade under Quincy’s chin.