Jasper was happy to see his sister ready to fight for the few hours that they had for him to train before the big duel. She smirked and said, "On garde, twin." She seemed ready but he could tell that she was nervous, maybe even scared that he would accidentally hurt her, Jasper knew his and her own limits and would do his best not to push them. That could result in a fatal accident that could ruin a form of trust that has been regained over the past few years. He raised his saber and touched edges with her own, "Ready?" he asked that in a form of a question but meant it as a statement, acting before she could answer and struck her blade quick but soft to put her on her toes. 

He knew she has some sword play but not to the extent of his level. He tried his best to make it clear to her that he was no simple opponent and that this training for him was going to push her limits till she couldn't stand. He swung a couple more times, keeping her from attacking and making it extremely uncomfortable for her to fight. She would continue though, that's who she was, pushing herself to do her part in the promises that she kept. He backed off a bit and let her swing a couple times, blocking them like petty children swings. "Certainly that is not your best efforts?" 

He was going to play with her for a bit, exchange some strikes and then push her a bit, exchange more, let her attack before pushing her some more. That was is plan all along, he didn't need practice, no training, just to teach her a lesson, dominating her in his playing field, to show her who was more powerful. He stepped it up a notch and swung harder with the same speed before knocking blade away from guard and coming inches from her chest at point. "Push yourself, I know you are better Jemma." He waited for her to start hitting faster and harder to the point where he actually had to pay attention or he would be cut. She played a dirty trick and cut his left shoulder, of course by accident and not meaning to harm him but Jasper just stood there, staring at her like nothing had happened. Jasper is used to having cuts on his body, that mark was just a baby scratch to what he had been through before, though blood was dripping down his white blouse, he did not react in anyway.

He could tell by the look in her eyes that she was frightened or worried, he had to comfort her if he wanted this game to continue, "Relax my twin, this is nothing, I feel nothing, if it hurt you would notice my face twitch in reaction, but I know you saw nothing in my eyes. I am not harmed, and you need to continue, fight me like that some more, it's helping." He readied his weapon again before continuing exchanges, she was becoming faster and more fluid, but she still had a lot to learn. He could feel an upmost discomfort for her, she needed to be at a range, from a distance, that is where she was comfortable, that is where she could focus. Him on the other hand, preferred to stare in the eyes of the enemy and create a fearful memory of their destruction before completely annihilating them in battle.