*Kuntel smiles, and then charges both of them, channelling his Germanic heritage in a war cry that heralds back to the time of the Suebi and Huns, the very cry that made myths of Germanic savagry and invincibility run rampant through Roman cohorts.*
Kuntel: Ooo.... we doing fancy tricks now? *He flouishes the black sword, it seeming to glow darker with bloody anticipation.* Kuntel: En garde, mon ami.
Kuntel: Well, I did! *He tries to balance the sword on the tip of his finger, but it falls and cuts him.* Kuntel: Ow. Ah, look, I dropped it. *He bends over rather theatrically to her.*
*Kuntel steps out of the way, letting Reina's momentum carry her forward, and spanks her again.* Kuntel: You must be agile, Vampire! Feel as if you could fly from you feet at any second because you are moving so lightly!
*Kuntel is standing there, wide eyed with his children. He has no idea what just happened.* Kuntel: Huh? *** Ragnar: Oh, we can do that later, beautiful... *He smiles then starts cleaning up.*