With how telegraphed Kaleeth's swing was, avoiding it was as simple as raising his guard high, stepping back and allowing the sword to swing harmlessly in front of his body, before stepping forward again and running his sword in a cutting motion against Kaleeth's exposed arm. With a real sword it would have left a nasty gash, but the wooden sword would only give her a small bruise.

"Again. This time, observe and adapt," Janius said, before stepping forward with the same combination of strikes. It might take a few tries for Kaleeth to notice, but there was an opening in Janius' moves. Janius intended to allow Kaleeth to find it on her own. Before she could land such a strike properly, though, she might have to mimic some of the basics of handling a sword by how Janius used it.

Fendros' eyes locked with Ahnasha's body in anticipation of her movements. She had an affinity for her opening feints, followed by surprises. At first, the feints had a pattern to them that Fendros could predict, but both the last time they sparred like this and today, the feints did not conform. Fendros tried to discourage Ahnasha away with his own jabs, but she was always already out of reach. The surprise that followed this time was what Fendros thought to be an over-committed strike to his head, to which he could only halfway retaliate before her body dipped down and his world went sideways. Fendros processed the move just quickly enough to partially break his fall, but hitting the ground was jarring as ever. Recovering, he rolled back and sprung to his feet, then began stalking forward.

After planning his next moves, Fendros jumped forward with a left strike to try and swat away Ahnasha's guard, then brought his right hand forward to grab one of her wrists and keep it out of the way. If all went to plan, he could quickly jab at her stomach.