Almost at once after asking if she was ready, Jasper struck her blade and made her step back a bit in surprise. Jemma had had some experience with sword play in the past but had no where near the skill level of Jasper. She was nervous but also willing to do anything to help her brother. Rapidly he flicked his wrist, hitting her blade over and over, pushing her back farther and pushing her comfort limits. The princess held fast to her blade, not faltering but still being pushed back by him. Along the way, Jasper had finally pulled back only slightly and allowed her to swing at him, however her petty attempts at dueling combat only amused Jasper more. "Certainly that is not your best efforts?" Her twin asked her, she was unsure of his tone, but it seemed cocky to her.

Before she knew it Jasper was swinging at her with so much speed and so much force that she could hardly maintain her stance or keep the blade's hilt in her hand. This was his domain, the place he felt most comfortable. Jemma didn't have a chance. "Jasper!!" Her voice sounded pleading, like she wanted him to let up a little. "Push yourself, I know you are better, Jemma" The prince urged. With a nod the princess brought forth her courage and strength, moving her rapier through the air like a strong blade of grass that would cut through anything in its path. A smirked formed on the mischievous youngster's face and she threw her fist out toward her brother to distract him. His focus was now on her hand and she had just enough time to slice him on his left shoulder. Of course, she did not mean to make him bleed, simply wanted to show him that she had it in her. However, he just stood in his normal dueling stance and maintained his serious expression. Had she not harmed him? His white blouse was getting ruined by his blood, and it was her fault. Her brows furrowed with concern and sudden guilt. 

"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." Jasper held his hand with the sword in the ready position. The princess continued on with his encouragement and slashed at him with more focus this time. It wasn't the lessons or skill she lacked, it was the confidence against her brother, and the ability to wield such a weapon. This was not her forte, in a fight, she preferred to be further away and able to strike with great precision with her bow and arrows. Jasper was completely comfortable in the arena, it was what he had been trained to in all his life, and he was proving it to Jemma with every swift swing, dodge and block. "What exactly are we accomplishing with this, Jasper?"