Dre responded with a nod and moved into a simple stance; right foot forward, knees slightly bent and his arms held at chin level, eyes locked on her chest.  His body stayed relaxed as the uppercut was thrown.  He simply pivoted on his front foot and brought his left arm forward to block. His right arm, now mostly hidden by his body swept forward toward her stomach, "Too easy.  No need to hold back, Captain."<br/><br/>The move to the stomach was only a feint, however, even a simpler attack than the uppercut.  The real attack came as he spoke and from his left foot. Directed at her rear leg, he blindly aimed his instep toward her ankle.  The idea to remove her stability and drop her to the mat. Or, at the least, learn more about her reflexes and countering abilities.