Richter lived in a world of darkness and silence. Efficiency and speed. Nanoha's tactic wasn't his style, but it made sense.

He whistles, impressed by explanation but still uncertain about how effective it would be. "You sounded like some kind of military captain or somethin'! Pretty neat." He draws the sword at his hip, the light revealing it's beat up and worn appearance. The sad imitation is much to feeble to keep up with Richter's sword style, but it should last him for the match he thinks.

"So, cover. Maybe we head down that alley over yonder, yeah?" He points with the sword to a nearby alley, his instincts already kicking in.