"My former strength," Porthos states, but there's something that almost looks like a smirk hanging at the corner of his lips. He can use the fact that Aramis is feeling the weight of his blade; his friend won't be as quick with the sword as he usually is. He goes for another attack, repeating the same moves to reinforce them in his mind and muscles, and adds one last, quick attack, praying he won't lose his balance and land on his face doing so.