Damien hadn't expected that reaction, but soon regretted his casual words concerning the weapons. Probably left an impression he hadn't intended. But as it was, the statement was already made, so he just gave a nod in agreement to the man's comment. It would be best to speak on such matters only if he had a similar experience. And just as fast, the sparring had begun.
And it started quickly. Two swords now? Oh, he hadn't expected that. He'd have to make due with his one. Least until he had a chance to grab another eventually. But the man's attack. It was natural, strong, and most of all, swift, which took him by surprise and it showed in his eyes. Most opponents only stopped their swipe once making contact with the other's blade. Not this one. No, it was going farther and through the defense. Still, he didn't cower or back down in shock, instead pressing forward with the defensive pushing swing of the sword... which was not perfect. Levi's attack had made contact with the shoulder area, feeling the sting of the weapon, a slight tear in the shirt where it struck, and he winced in pain. But he would keep going. This man was good, he could see it now.
Damien viewed his own first defense as a mistake, to press forward during the oncoming swing. Next time he would prefer to dodge, or roll with it, stepping back and turning away from it instead. He kept his sword in a mostly horizontal position, to guard against attacks of the right blade, and also able to defend against the other blade if needed. He countered back immediate and quick, eyes alert and body ready to move adaptively, striking back and doing a feint; stopping just an inch of the defense blade and swinging true from an opposite angle of attack to get him off balance. He could already tell Levi was a master at this, so he'd probably have to keep switching tactics in order to stay ahead. Which he realized would likely be difficult given the level of skill Levi seemed to possess.