Picking up his sword from the floor in a flash, he brought it down on Ferid in a straight line. Ferid, too, drew the sword from the sheath hanging on his waist. The two blades clashed.
And just from that Crowley understood that Ferid’s movements were those of someone who had been through high level sword training. Where did he learn, Crowley wondered. It was a style that Crowley had never seen before. But the movements were extremely refined. Like some sort of ceremonial fencing taught to royalty. In any case, it was clear that Ferid was no stranger to swordplay. And his level of proficiency in it was higher than Crowley’s own.