The shift in style doesn't bother Connor, because he's used to fighting such a wide variety of opponents, but after a long exchange of blows, he parries and watches Nick's Rapier whip and flex to tap his shoulder anyway. He circles the blade away from himself and moves swiftly to put a safe distance between them. "You're going to break it if you keep using it that way. Wrong style for the sword." He's forcing himself not to pant, but his voice comes out a little breathless, anyway. He's also sure his arms are going to ache when this is over. Immortal healing doesn't compensate for everything, instead it allows him to push himself past what he should do, and pay for it when it's over.