[ There's another flash of a grin in there before Claude begins his ill thought out tactic. It could be effective, maybe, if he'd taken another couple seconds to plan or put together those puzzle pieces of the sheer amount of skill he's up against in what he's seen so far hints towards, but he's operating on the misguided assumption he's already figured that much out.

He hasn't; that much becomes readily apparent when momentum does betray him and he stumbles forward a couple steps before catching himself. Agility's only a slight help here in recovering to swing around to the side in a whirl to face Geralt again to not leave anything exposed to opportunity even if he's slowly picking up on being the one to set the speed. ]

Think you probably would've earned that title in Fodlan based on this. Plenty of people from Faerghus would be lining up to admire your skill.

[ Not an idle compliment; If Felix were here, Claude has no doubt they'd have to find some way to keep him from wanting to spar with Geralt constantly. Maybe even Sylvain to some extent, though that particular Faerghan's preferred weapon is a lance rather than a sword. He'll have to be a decent enough substitute for either one by taking another swing to see what Geralt does next. ]