The straight sword was also far too recognizable; it was messing with Vio's head, truly. She took a deep breath, letting out a sigh; supposing that it couldn't hurt to talk to the knight. And as such, the illusionist would walk up to the knight. [i]"That was a good finish, miss,"[/i] Vio complimented truthfully as she approached the knight. There was a huge amount of self-control in her voice, her movement, her expression... it was as though she was barely stopping herself from just... punching the helmet off.