This was exactly the reaction he was expecting. Waka continues to weave across the grounds as if he's gliding. He slides back as Axel rushes towards him, eyes closed - is he even paying any attention to the field? The furious slashes whistles in the air - cutting a gash in the man's robes, and another in his sleeves as he suddenly launches himself up in the air, landing behind Axel - his sheathed weapon out, and flute stuck in his pouch by the time his getas made a quiet click on the ground.

"En Guarde!"