Rider winced as none of his attacks hit. As she dodged away, he readied himself. She threw the boulder, and he dodged the heavy item with ease. She was fast, but so was he. She tanked those beginning shots so well, he needed something on his side. He needed a melee fight to happen. 

He ran towards her, filled with determination and focus. He circled around her. He was facing her with his sword out, and slashed at her a few times, trying to bait her to attack.

He was going for perfection