Bladedance stared at Alex with blade-like narrow eyes. "You want me to teach you my sword?" she asked, her voice cold, carrying with it an edge that could cut.
"Yes," Alex said. "I wish to learn from you; whatever you can afford to teach, I'll accept it."
"I don't give out my knowledge so easily," Bladedance said. "I only teach my subordinates. Are you saying you want to join my cult?"
Alex shook his head. "I don't want to join any cult. I just want your lesson."
Bladedance snorted. "You're quite bold to think I would teach you anything without me getting something in return. You're a nobody to me."
"I'm your savior in Hell," Alex said. "That's not a nobody."
Bladedance's smile faded a little. "Are you trying to intimidate me? I could stop right now and you would never get to leave Hell."
Alex nodded. "So, isn't it better if we work together?" he asked. "Help me train in sword, and we can leave here together."
