Ayato decided he wanted a rematch. He had lost a spare to you, one close to a draw. His smile enlarges as he talks, along with the feigned acceptance of his defeat, and his excuse to a rematch is to show you a skill of his. The look on his face is puzzling, but to deny something of him is almost a disrespect. How can you?

In a few quick movements that you can't track, your sword is knocked from your grasp and your feet are swept out from under. You don't reach the ground, instead tucked over Ayato's hold.

And just as swiftly, he lets you fall loose on the ground and moves aside the hair on your face with the tip of his sword, the one which he rests underneath your chin. A sense of vulnerability washes over you as he doesn't withdraw his sword, unable to move without having your throat sliced. The grin in his lips enlarges, and he appears to be in deep thought. Satisfying thoughs.

“I like to use this move before making demands,” Ayato says with a menacing smile. “It leaves your opponent both mentally and physically off balance, so they’re more willing to agree. If your opponent agrees, you can help him to his feet. If not..."

"Well, let's just say making a deal is their only option."