Tatin let out a bark of laughter. "Yes, I'm so frightened by the prospects of a self-important blaster jockey taking pot shots at me while a little girl who has the control of a 12 year old flings debris at me. Excuse me while I tremble in terror."<br/><br/>Tatin relished this. Any sort of combat would be invigorating, verbal would have to suffice for now. He smiled to himself further as the thought of facing two combatants at once, fellow students no less, came flooding forth. Any good duel, even a verbal one, required honing in on your opponents weaknesses, and Tatin knew Kawan's.<br/><br/>"Yes, your Majesty, I'm so threatened by my betters that I'm the one turning tail and fleeing. But oh wait, you need to get to a safe distance before you use your feeble toy," He sneered, practically spitting out the word 'safe', his upper lip curling, his features still bathed in the glow of his blade.