He looks at the phantom sword, turning it a few times in his hand but still somewhat reluctant to really test it, even though Tsaerri had whacked him on the head a few times already. “Personally, I think that’s a sound tactic if you can do it without the invisible part. I generally avoid face-to-face fighting myself.” He swings the sword a couple of times, then holds it lightly to his side. “You ready?” On her say, Syrgei lifts the sword slightly and takes two quick steps towards her, before feinting left and rushing her from the side with a heavy swipe.