With little hesitation, Iris took a few steps closer, not tapering her speed. She started with a basic move, extending her wepon out as if it were an extension of herself. She used as much force as she could, knowing he could handle it. She was showing him how to use his wepon as if it were his own body part, extended. She simply let it hit his katana then she loosed her grip so it lowered, hanging next to her leg. She was a dancer, it was how she fought. This meant all her movements would be fluid and connected. Always transitioning into the next, this was also her weakness. To a smart fighter, she would be predictable and to others, their toughest opponent.
She flicked her wrist and aimed at the side of his knee. This was deliberate because she gave him a choice: protect his leg and lose an opening, or take the shot to her exposed chest and risk losing his stability. His choice would tell her alot about what kind of fighter he really was.