[He has to be very mindful of their pace, and his stride. The last thing he wants to do is trip her up by extending his feet too far to the side, in her path. Lockon does find that having both of his hands out to the side was just a little unbalancing, but he could manage it for now. There is something strangely soothing about the echo of their blades clicking, clacking, and slicing across the surface. Again, he found himself enjoying the wordless moment.]