The club swinging doesn't hit anything but it preoccupies him enough that he can't respond and-

"Ack!" A snarl, feeling claws dig into his leg. Summoner quickly swoops back, landing feet away and lookings down to his thigh, seeing thick, deep gashed, already dripping a little with orange. He sneers before letting out a snorted laugh, glancing up to him.

"Dancing? Hell no, lowbloods aren't pampered like with you and your training. You might be able to afford shitty drills and a lenient exercise, but I don't have the time for all that bullshit."