Luka holds the blade straight in her direction, stepping forward until it's tip is just close enough that it could pierce her form with a single thrust. He steadies it there, wondering what kind of trick this is.

"What happened? You don't want to kill me anymore?" He asks, voice disturbingly calm now that he feels he has more control. His wounded hand is still steadily slicking the sword's hilt in blood.

"You know, that was my guitar playing arm. I should kill you just for that." He's only half serious, waiting to see her next move.