Tatin was ready. Oh he hadn't expected the strike to come from Taishari, that was certain. He'd expected the "Nobleman" to lash out at him for his snide remark with either the Force or the blaster. He'd dropped into a preparation stance into Form III: Soresu, expecting the attack. Kawan was close enough to Taishari, that it didn't matter the strike came from the rage filled girl.<br/><br/>With the practiced ease of the short controlled parries of Soresu, he turned his right foot 45 degrees so that his body turned, his purple hued red blade cutting the metal in half, cleaving it, sending the two perfectly cut pieces, singed from the heat of his blade clanging loudly against the cargo containers behind him.<br/><br/>A sneer on his lips as he turned back, feet spread apart as he held his blade low, the hilt at his waist, pointing upward at roughly a 45 degree angle, the classic Soresu defensive stance that was so crucial to Form V practitioners such as himself.<br/><br/>"Amateur." He bit the word out scathingly, the smirk on his face wide as his blade bathed him in its glow, his body alight with the thrill of something, anything to vent his combative urges. But he didn't crack his neck yet. He had a feeling that his single word provocation to Taishari or the still hanging taunt to Kawan would incite one of them. And then... then he'd get some<em>real</em>enjoyment.