As expected, Thal-ion was a worthy opponent. Using his Soresu, he parried each and every strike she threw at him, never giving any ground, despite the barrage of strikes she threw his way. She knew that she couldn't keep this up forever. Striking quickly and heavily expended energy, while his form conserved it. That was, after all, the primary purpose. It wasted no movement, no energy, allowing the user to outlast their opponent, unless, of course, their opponent could overpower them.<br/><br/>It quickly became clear to her that his strength lied more in speed and, she suspected, agility, rather than pure power. In reality, speed and agility were her strengths as well, which was why Ataru was her preferred form, but she had trained to increase her strength and power, both physically and in the Force, in order to use this form. Her true strength and power was still nothing compared to true masters of the form, but since she merely borrowed from the form, rather than truly devoting to it, her strength was sufficient for her purposes, and her Force-imbued strength was more than sufficient. In reality, agility was her greatest strength, next to her strength in the Force, but she wasn't ready to reveal that just yet.<br/><br/>There it was. The switch. He switched from Soresu to Makashi, an ancient form that, much like Soresu, used precise and efficient movements, generally shying away from acrobatics. It seemed that his style was very different from her own. He side-stepped to her left and lunged forward with incredible speed and accuracy. She, however, was just as fast, parrying the blow with one of her sabers before leaping backwards, avoiding absorbing any of the impact from the blow. She landed with her feet firmly planted on the wall just below the ceiling, lingering only long enough for her body to bend her knees and use the energy from the impact to propel her forward, shooting back towards him.<br/><br/>Despite using acrobatics, none of her movements were wasted. Using the principles of Djem So, she used the energy from every action in her reaction, as to avoid wasting that energy. Even the simplest of her movements were fluid, elegant, and graceful as she flew towards him, striking him with both sabers before pivoting, twisting herself midair and pushing herself backwards, landing gracefully a couple of feet away. As soon as she landed, she wasted no time in attacking again, this time putting more power behind her blows, without sacrificing speed, testing his limits, all the while taking in his movements, waiting for an opening to strike.