Ollie stanced himself. Right foot in front of his left, sword held firmly in front of him at an angle, two hands grasped the sword. The practice sword the military gave him could only break skin or stun. The stun strip on the cutting edge of what would be the blade of a real sword glowed with a blue light, showing its activation.

"Well, my style is defensive, meaning I can block your arrows with my sword." This was a unique style indeed. Ollie was the only sword-user he knew that was more defensive than offensive -- most swordmaster types emphasising quick, furious strikes with high damage.

"Well, okay. Here I go!" He did burst into a full-blown sprint towards Drago before jumping high into the air above him, sword pointing skyward. "Skyward Slash!" he cried.