"So, I'd be what you call around here, an 'Adventurer', right?" he mentioned out loud to Lumikki, wandering over to take one side of the fighting arena. Back in his old dimension, people with no magic didn't really have a specific name like that. Or perhaps, they did, and he just never bothered to remember it. Besides a sparse handful of exceptional knights, all of the fighters of note were just mages. And that's all a fighter could ever realistically strive to be.
And now, in this new world, stripped of his old sorcery and abilities, it was his turn to be what he had never been - magicless. And it made him extremely excited.
"Adventurers fight with... swords, and such, yes?" he continued, swinging the fake blade around, trying to imitate some of the movements that he had seen those 'knights' do in his homeland. "In melee?"
Madness.
His battlesense, entirely calibrated to his old universe, yelled to him that a lack of range was suicide. He used to be a summoner, a supporter. Someone who stood back and yelled orders, not a frontliner. That was the job of immortal magic spirits, not humans.
But here, things were different. The rules that governed reality, weren't the same. It was a whole new game. And being magicless was a legitimate, new strategy. A whole new approach to explore and sink his teeth into. He couldn't wait to get into it.
"Let's get to it, ey?" he chuckled, and put himself en garde. "...But, let's even the field. I'm extremely rusty in fighting and all. How about this: if you knock me out - using your magic, weapons, whatever you want, that's your win. But if our heads touch; then I, the magicless melee goober, win."
He'd then beckon at her with a toothy smile. "Ready?"