At least they got the chance to be confused together. Garrot doesn't mind waiting, and he finds himself crossing his arms authoritatively as Luka goes through the motions. But when the Princess ends up in the sand at the end, there's another volley of puff sounds and golden-bronze dust. The Monkey Knight's presence is undeniable, now looming over poor Luka.

"Not bad." Garrot's restraining a little laugh, trying not to poke fun at the master performer taking a stumble as he casually offers an arm. "If you're not willing to move around in a fight, you're dead." The emphasis comes with his voice taking a darker, more dire tone. "You're easier to trip up, you're not putting your body into your swings, and your movements are more predictable." Sounds like that's your first lesson, Luka.

"Does that make sense?"