Noct tilts his head, curious but he just shrugs, dismissing the pole back to the armiger. "Sure, I guess?" He reaches out once more, this time moving in a fluid motion as though drawing a blade from a scabbard across his back and midway through the arc the Engine Blade appears in his hand, the weight carrying the swing. Only for it to vanish once more. He turns on his heel, rotating with the momentum of that first swing and resummoning his sword to his hand with the grip shifted from an overhand swing to an underhanded one.

One that he habitually lets fly, sailing through the air towards a nearby tree as he lunges forward, his outline flickering blue for a moment, a spectral sort of afterimage left behind as he-

staggers in place, the sword embedded in a tree a good 12' off the ground and Noctis left standing there, shoulders slumped and groaning miserably. "UUUUGH!!!! I keep forgetting my warping doesn't work anymore."