[The agreement is unspoken, but present nevertheless. And it's a damned good thing Kratos's shield is as good as it is; when the blow lands, solid instead of angled to skate away, Yuan can feel the reverberations of it up his arm and through his shoulder.]

[There's a reason he still wears a few scars that came from Kratos.]

[Recalling himself, Yuan breathes deep and steps back, swinging the Swallow away and behind him again in one smooth motion. His arm doesn't even tremble. He inclines his head, not quite to the point of a bow, but closer than he usually gets.]

I see you haven't gotten slower.