Kailen (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=677250)<br/><br/>His expression is serious, but inwardly, Kailen feels the familiar exhilaration that he always does when sparring.  Merryn was a good teacher, and even if lightsaber combat was not her focus, she still had almost a decade more experience than he did, and it showed.  Besides which, her different style of fighting, more defensively focused than Master Eomen had taught him, helped him to gain a more complete understanding of the lightsaber.  He presses as she jumps back, beating heavily at her blade with his own, following to the foot of the bed as she leaps up onto it.<br/><br/>Kailen's expression does brighten ever so slightly as Merryn praises... well, mostly Jekin.  Kailen recognizes his own contribution, though, with how heavily he presses as Merryn's defenses.  His brow does furrow ever so slightly, though.  His own attacks, attempting to bind Merryn's blade, were a bit risky.  After all, she was very fast, and she slipped out of his bind skillfully enough, he would be open to a counterblow.  It was made more difficult by his greater strength, but still.  If Merryn applied that same principle when attacking-<br/><br/>She does, moments before Kailen's thoughts come to their conclusion, suddenly lunging aggressively towards Jekin.  Kailen moves to follow, but hesitates as he knows he should, watching as Merryn's blade locks with Jekin's.  This... was not how Merryn usually trained.  Instantly, Kailen's mind flashes to all of the things she could be trying to teach.  The importance of protecting a comrade?  That some goals are worth sacrificing for?  The dangers of... something or other?  The fact that she was using her former master's blade now worried him a lot, those earlier concerns flooding to the surface.  He exchanges a quick concerned glance with Nory.<br/><br/>Merryn's attack resumes, suddenly, aggressively, Jekin clearly barely able to withstand her assault.  Kailen hesitates, uncertain.  He couldn't actually cut at her, focused as she was; not that he was even close to certain that he could land it, but what if he did?  And he couldn't get around her to interpose himself, that was certain.  Her sudden lunge made it unlikely he could even reach her in time, much less get around her.  Desperately, Kailen's left hand lifts up, fingers clenched, palm up.  His method of telekinesis was a little idiosyncratic.  He tended to gather the Force into himself first, something he had a strong affinity for, and then channel it out to the object.  He does so now, the channeled power lifting the pillows from the head of the bed.  His left hand curls into a fist, punching towards Merryn, mirroring the motion of his gathered power, telekinetically launching the pillows towards Merryn.<em>I hope the Lieutenant will understand if she needs to requisition more pillows.</em>The inane thought causes him to grin.  "Behind me!"  Kailen calls, strain evident in his voice, hoping he'd be quickly understood.