[center][h2]Jerus Je'and[/h2][/center]

Without any indication, I spin away from the thrust, Jude likely realizing too late that he'd been baited into make a mistake as the silver blade deactivated that I might knock his weapon free of his hand and then I drop into a low kick that knocks his feet out from under him and plants him firmly on his back. The silver blade hisses back to life and with practiced ease, I combine the hilts at their bottoms and put the orange blade to his throat, the heat more than a little unbearable. "You're overconfident, you're cocky and you rely on what you see and not enough on your instincts."

I step back and then step back a few more steps. "In a real duel, that feint would have been the end of your fighting career, if not your life. Stop thinking and trust your instincts."