Felix raised the blade and crashed it down. "Monster!" He called. He brushed open his coat, revealing a veritable arsenal of weapons, including swords, knives, pther blades, and explosives. The coat fell back as he reached his free hand up to his head, and smoothed out a point in his platinum blonde hair. Beneath his gloves, hidden sheathes could be seen, housing three blades on either hand. These, however, were all secondary weapons. For now, he brandished his normal wedge blade.
With barely a warning, he dashed, swinging the point of his sword at the monster's stomach. Evisceration had a tendency to lower an enemy's morale in ways pre-fight banter never could.