<strong>"Good choice.  Easy to replace, doesn't stand out like a fucking katana."</strong>He nods...and with that pair of sticks, he manages to fend you off pretty well.  Certainly better than you expected...only one shot gets through, but it's a solid hit which is enough for him to back off and call a halt.<br/><br/><strong>"Looks like you're already adjusting!  Better than I thought.  All right, now it's my turn.  I will attack.  You may defend...dodge or parry, but no counterattacking."</strong><br/><br/>He launches himself into motion, and he's fast...<em>very</em>fast.  His blows don't seem as powerful as yours, but there are a lot of them and you are hard pressed to keep up.  When he finally does get through your guard, you feel four stinging hits in four different spots...and then he backs off and returns to that relaxed guard stance again.<br/><br/><strong>"Not bad,"</strong>he says.<strong>"You'll need a proper trainer, though.  Someone who can keep up with you, keep you challenged and growing...and that's not going to be me.  I can fight, but it isn't really my thing."</strong>He gestures to the side of the ring.<strong>"Let's go talk to Phil."</strong>