You had injured Blade’s hand in yesterday’s daily duel, and you hadn’t expected to see him here. He was in your house, his left hand holding his right hand up as he held the bandages in his mouth, wrapping it around his wound. He greeted you with a cold stare, as you questioned him— “Why are you in my hous—”, and all Blade answered with was, “duel.”…which was enough for both of them. They stepped outside, Blade drawing his sword as you drew yours.