[Gently Kratos pushes Lloyd toward Zelos and Nethan, stepping toward Yuan with a small, intense smile, the anticipatory sort. He's missed this. The arrogant beckon, the visual taunt. The ability to excise Yuan's frustration with a proper round between equals. Even the seal is barely a second thought in the face of a bared blade, when it's the Swallow.

[Kratos is glad to oblige. He sets his shield on his arm and draws his sword with a smooth motion, pleased in this instance to make the first move. Neither of them has needed to test the other for centuries.

[So he starts without a pause, just as soon as his sword is drawn, with a quick thrust he expects to be easily blocked. He's already preparing to curtail the sweep he knows still be coming.]