[member="Stardust Raxis"] "Oh, uh, right," Gen'Sar quickly muttered out, giving an awkward chuckle. "My apologies." With that, he stood up and walked out, onto the field.
Gen'Sar could feel butterflies in his stomach at the realization of his decision. Training apparently started now. Nevertheless, Gen'Sar attempted to be calm and confident. This failed, and it made him sound quite arrogant in his abilities.
"I don't mean to brag, but I'm not too shabby when it comes to fighting," he stated, when in reality he had no idea what he was doing. Sure in combat training he excelled among his peers, but in the real world he could be crushed in an instant. This thought didn't cross his mind, however. His arm, in a deceiving non-nonchalant manner, moved to his back, grabbing onto the handle of a training saber and unsheathing it from its hilt. The yellow blade gleamed brightly, though not as brightly as an actual saber. Swinging the blade around, almost dropping it the second time, Gen'Sar masked his fear quite well.