The Dark Academy on Korriban

Moyr lit the training twinblade and looked at Zeno with a daring smile.

"People are watching. You have to beat the crap out of me or your reputation of the greatest alumnus will be tarnished."

"No worries there," he says with a toothy grin," he replies. "You still have a lot to learn so I'll show you a few tricks I've picked up recently. I'll keep them entertained... just try to keep up."

"Oh, I will. As the underdog of this match I have nothing to lose and everything to win."

She grinned, showing her sharp teeth as she started to circle him.

"Let's dance, Zeno."

Having switched out his crystals for training emitters from among those sabers available, he pulls them and lights them, letting the Twi'lek circle him without moving. "In fact, before she got out of his field of view he actually closed his eyes. He stood there and waited for the assault, sensing her movements around him through the force.

"You've been improving," he says, moving one saber to cover his front, and the other to his back. "You're prodding for openings. Let's see if you can find one."

"Or make one."

She whirled in, feinting with one lightblade to force his exposure while trying to reach him with a quick diagonal swing of another.

Zeno moved into the feint as expected, though he did a forward roll with the second strike, keeping his second lightsaber at his back causing hers to skip of what would have been an exposed area. "You're definitely getting better at attacking," he says coming to his feet at the end of the roll. "Much more than when we started. But how has your defense improved."

He turns to face her, bringing one blade around in a back swing, the shoto in his other hand shadowing the swing in the same spot. But he seemed ready to press the assault as he continued spinning on the balls of his feet, coming around for the same maneuver again, furiously fast to rock her back on the defensive.

...And she kicked his foot when the weight was on it, throwing him off-balance just enough for his strike not to land. Not enough to buy her space for a counterattack, but enough to fall back.

"Passably."

She said with a smirk, bending back from the outreach.

"Oh-hoh," he exclaimed with a grin. "Am I going to have to step it up now?"

He crouches low, and feints a lunge, but as she attempts to block, his blade is not there. He smiles as he looks down at her, inverted in the air as he was as he flips over her position. In the midst of the maneuver he struck out at her blade with his own before landing on the other side facing her back.