"You should."

     The words were spoken under his breath, and he hadn't gone more than two steps past Finnian when he'd drawn his blade. It slid out of its sheath effortlessly, the faint ring of metal about the only obvious sound before Gaius pivoted on his heel, and with an almost lazy twirl of the sword, he drove it forward towards the boy, hoping to catch him off guard as he'd turned his head away.