Rui
In a single move that looked more like a jump between two states, the sword was drawn and Fleuri's attack blocked, the eerie sound of stonework far behind being scored by something the sign of how the attack had been pulled back. What was undeniable was that her left arm had remained firmly planted on the sheathe, the strike a basic, essentially textbook move in her home country. Which meant that the sword blocking the wooden blade was held by almost nothing. Spectral. The barely-there outlines of what must have once been.
"With utmost mastery of your art, your weapon, you will always be able to fight. Skill is engraved upon the soul." Rui stated, swapping back to Veltish and relying on translation, already drifting back to a two-handed stance, "So long as you never abandon your weapon."