"That's it? No vehement rejection of the Jedi code and all things reasonable? No triumphant shout of 'guaranteed victory'?" He snorted a derisive laugh, circling slowly around part of the pedestal, muscles in his lower half clenched tightly in preparation for what he expected to be an intense fight. They hadn't had much room to fight in their previous encounter, but this circular room was a bit more spacious and there wasn't a gigantic sarcophagus in the center. While he wasn't keen on fighting a vicious Sith removed from any kind of back up nor with his saber, he knew that challenging her pride would be a way to get her off balance, to tap TOO much into her emotions. Yerbol also knew that his opponent stood barely five feet off the ground(maybe a bit more) and didn't look as burly as some of the other Sith assassins he had faced. He wouldn't want to prognosticate and say this would be an easy fight, but without sabers, he felt he had the upper hand...felt being the key word. 

"Now come on, can't just stand there. Where's that fiery determination to snuff out my life? Or did you leave that in the other room?" A smirk played across his face as he dashed forward, thrusting his elbow forward to knock into her ribs. If the blow connected effectively, it would leave her without breath, allowing him to deliver a solid uppercut. If she dodged, he would have to throw a quick block to the back or he would be exposed.