The grease served a great purpose in that it helped quick, close-range movements become even quicker. Teatime, skidding in a half circle, bringing the broken end of the spear around to Nny's side length-wise. Whether or not the blow landed was... no. Whether or not it caused any damage was the question. Nny was strong, the impressive kind of strong. Teatime would not be able to catch him off-guard. Once again: Disadvantage.

"Which words?" He prompted, twirling the blade-end of the spear over his fingers, ready to stab if he could. He was fascinated. "How did I trap you?"