As far as Hector is concerned, a good sparring match tests far more than technique. Strength was involved too, as was endurance. His eyes flick toward Firo's hand and wrist, and the corner of his mouth twitches into a fleeting smirk. Why not test both? In the blink of an eye, he swiftly presses forward, attempting to hook his blade beneath Firo's and press upward, put a strain on his arms. Should his plan - if it could even be called as such - work, he'll then execute a series of controlled swings, his ultimate goal being to goad Firo toward the edge of the clearing or disarm him.

Though most of his Forgemaster's uniform is folded and stored in a cobwebbed corner of his cellar, he continues to wear the boots, having grown fond of them for a number of reasons. A careful observation could those high heels as a potential weakness. Particularly since Hector's abilities are still being revived. If Firo's looking for a viable opening, that's a good place to start.