At that moment, where his life would have ended had she followed through with her strike, his left hand held the blaster pistol at hip height and pointed at Merryn's abdomen.  His finger had pulled the trigger all the way back just as she finished 'killing' him.<br/><br/>In a real fight, he would have lost his life, but maybe he could have taken Merryn with him.<br/><br/>Maybes, however, did not win this war or protect the Republic.<br/><br/>He had not picked a 'maybe' in coming here and turning his back on his master and the Jedi Order!<br/><br/>"I was more worried about me hurting you.  This is nothing like my training with Kelluka..." Jekin finally let his lightsaber switch off, and heaved a heavy sigh.  He spent his time taking a breather while they joked around, but it was all short of a breather when training began again.<br/><br/>Time made him more confident, in himself and his understanding of everyone's overall flow.  He grew more at ease, but he kept playing it safe, especially with attacking.  It was equal parts the environment not suiting his style and the smallest kernel of fear.  Even so included, he was an outsider.  There was so little he understood, and only so much he could learn in such a short time.  Even as he took his share of victories, he only managed to build up a veil of confidence.  Underneath the surface, he was gripped by trepidation at the approaching conflict...