Twists to keep you in his line of sight, bringing his first sword around just in time to keep your blade from biting into his leg, teeth grit at the flash of pain it sends up his slashed arm. He resists the urge to look at your side and gauge how deep that wound is while he's thinking about it. You're still moving like that, so it's nothing to be too concerned about. "Don't take this personally, but—" Brings his other sword around, reiatsu compressed into the blade to release it point blank.
Absolutely takes it personally. Feels that gathering of reiatsu and since you gave him plenty of farther away examples, knows exactly what’s going on. Sneers and doesn’t even get his blade pulled away to ready for a block before he forms and releases the quickest, sloppiest cero he’s probably ever sent forth out of nothing but spite because if he’s going to take that pointblank than so are you and it can blow up in both of their faces.