A single eyebrow raises from behind Dave's shades in surprise at the fact that he'd almost landed that blow. Almost, despite the time he'd wasted hesitating. His mind thinks back to how the last time he'd fought Bro, he couldn't land a blow on him to save his life - how he couldn't even see Bro and spent most of it chasing an afterimage, and he finds a smirk sneaking up the corner of his lips.

All of a sudden, Bro doesn't seem so insurmountable anymore.

Dave quickly pulls back, parrying Bro's sword before it can strike his shoulder. Then, after he's sure it's absorbed the impact of the blow, he draws it back just enough to jab it forward in one quick swipe at Bro's stomach.