This is the swordmaster, a man with taste, a man with savoir vivre, a gentleman, with great honor. He moves with elegance, style, and a certain je ne sais quoi. He teaches the noble art of defence at the Academy.
He is marveled at by every man, from boy to grandfather. None want to confront Monsieur Le Patourel in fencing duel. His perfect footwork and stance are his trademark. He teaches his novices in the great hall of the academy, where everyone can come and admire him. He paces to and fro, yelling PRIMA, PUNTA RIVERSA, and occasionaly, out of pure joie de vivre he wil unbutton the shirt of his adversory with the point of his rapier, under loud laughter from the other novices and spectators.