Confident in his footing again, Lloyd turns his attention to the guy on the ground. Dark hair, sunglasses, maybe a few years younger than Lloyd. It was a little hard to be sure on that last point, though. Something about his bearing makes him seem a little older than that.

Oh well, not like Lloyd's ever pinned a real importance on age. He offers a light shrug, lowering his swords. "Mostly myself," he admits honestly. "I had a teacher for a while, but he only uses one sword. I had to make up my own style. Why do you ask?"