[color=00aeef]"I will do my best but I make no promises Master. I hope I can become worthy of that praise."[/color] Ken stated simply as he moved to assist Zhar. He was sincerely hoping he wouldn't be put into this situation. But knowledge was an asset. The girl was skilled but she was lazy. The boy was a talented swordsman but he was a guardian and he wouldn't be ready for a dedicated Niman specialist. He hoped that they held no tricks up their robe sleeves. He would do his absolute best to show these two what was expected of them though what Zhar wanted him to teach them alluded him. Humility and restraint? Pride as a jedi? Simple control of the blade? He couldn't put his mind down on that he followed Zhar intent on doing his job. He hoped Master Org would forgive him for not seeing him sooner than he'd like. The Weequay was not very patient when it came down to it. After all he did insist on going through all sorts of harsh environment training in order for the young human to keep up with him. He didn't expect to win the upcoming sparring match, two on one was the most likely scenario unless there was someone else he was being paired up with. Or perhaps one on one was more of Zhar's way. In either case Ken wasn't too happy about engaging in a saber duel. He was a consular a jedi who specialized in diplomacy and the force. The way of the blade was not something he even remotely enjoyed. It was always a secondary option. Always a last resort. If you could talk you way out of it or bluff then you did it. Mind tricking people was a low move but he knew it had strong viability among those who didn't feel the same way as a jedi. Ken did as he was told to do and kept his thoughts to himself. It would not do to share his thoughts as they would not do much for him and they would just make him out to be a coward or perhaps Zhar would see it as him trying to get out of his newly assigned training mission.