Lancelot blinks as Diarmuid vanishes and then re-appears, blinks after him before slowly lowering his sword and nodding.

"I can. It is a different style than I am used to, but then again -- so is much of how we fight here. I suppose I shall just have to keep adapting, and hope that I adapt fast enough to stay ahead of others and keep myself alive."

He sighs, flickers Diarmuid a small smile.

"You are a good teacher."