[For what it's worth, Wriothesley is very much focused on the idea of a match than what Lon'qu might be troubled with. The thrill of a good fight or something.

He folds his arms over his chest and tilts his head.] Oh? These are weapons though? [His fists were his weapons were they not? Was the other worried he's at a disadvantage.]

Fighting with my hands is what I do best. Wouldn't it make sense for you to fight at your best? If that means a sword, then that means we would both be fighting with what we know best. I don't see it as a disadvantage. [The Pankration Ring hosted fights filled with all sort of fighters and all sort of tactics utilized. He knew how to hold his own against person, meka, and everything inbetween.]

Besides, it's just a friendly match. Are you planning to kill me or something?