"Accuracy and precision are good, but remember that it's still very sharp, and people are flesh and bloody. If I," he hops to his feet, picking up his sheathed sword and miming a slash across Will's stomach. "Cut across Will's stomach, missing every artery or important organ there, I've still secured an eventual victory. He'll lose blood, the pain will hamper his movements. If he doesn't make a hasty retreat, his performance will diminish more and more, and I'll cause more wounds. If he does make a hasty retreat, but can't patch up his wounds, he'll be in trouble anyway."

Pause. Atton paces about, slightly. He mimes another slash, across Will's arm.

"If I make a cut across his arm, but don't hit anything important, I've still practically crippled one arm. His balance will suffer, and if it's his sword arm, he'll have trouble holding it. Another victory."

Turning and resting his sword on the ground, steepling his fingers over it.

"Arteries aren't the largest targets ever. You need to be as precise as possible, but you shouldn't be worrying about it enough to let that distract you."