Jasper continued to look down and barely acknowledge his sister, though he knew she was there and was listening to what she had to say he made it seem like he didn't care. Though in truth he wanted to hear her, but at the same time he wanted to hide his feelings of missing her, he really did miss her, but at the same time he hated the fact that she left and he wanted her to fix that. He didn't know how she would fix it but that it was mainly her fault so he shouldn't have to change. He wanted her to be more involved, make up for loss time but at the same time he didn't want her around, he was just confused and in a mix of emotions, going with the flow for now. She was convinced that he could use his arm for a bit without causing damage, Jasper wasn't so easily, though for her sake and for what she had said, proving to other, he would try it.

He switched the hilt to his other hand, feeling its weight for the first time, "Fine, but if I get hurt I'm blaming you," he said in a rude manner. He lifted the blade as if starting a duel. The weapon was lighter than when in his right, it seemed more comfortable, it seemed right. He flicked his wrist one way then the next to land a solid strike across the wooden dummy. Immediately there was a difference, he was astounded by how fast he was able to move, it didn't compare to when he used his right hand, and the mark left upon the wood was even more astounding, it was deeper, cleaner, looked more threatening if someone were to just walk by and judge the fighter by the marks. He felt a different kind of energy, a strength, a different power when he used his left. He started to circle the dummy and struck at it several more times, smiling a bit as he realized his true potential in battle, then there was a pop, it came from his shoulder and his arm dropped, the blade nearly stabbing into his foot. Jasper grunted and clutched his shoulder, "Agh! God Damn it!"