Remy blocked the sword with his dagger, blades singing, though he struggled slightly to hold the other man back, twisting his body and finally lashing out with a kick to the gut, ducking the final swing of the blade as he fell. His cheek was torn by the steel, but he didn't pay it any mind, hurrying to step forward and stamp the man's hand, holding the dagger warningly and stooping to collect the sword as well.