Jumping to his feet, he smiled to her. "Great, well lets kick things off with some combat training, see how well you can use that saber for now." Yuroic picked up another training saber before removing his two jackets, his shirt was white and tight to his well formed body, his robotic arm silver shone whenever the lightning cracked. Part of his regretted wearing jeans to fight in but he'd been in enough real life fights to know how to cope with wearing them. His style wasn't that flambouyant of Ataru, though he occasionally would borrow a move or two thanks to the openness of Niman.
Placing his sabers aside, he activated the training saber and smirked, he remembered the days he run off fighting for the Silver Jedi with nothing but this type of weapon. He was so fresh that most opponents would mock him openly during combat. However, he was dangerous back then due to stubborn attitude and his inability to stick to one form, now he was dangerous thanks to over a decade of determined training and a stubborn attitude that never faded. This wasn't going to be one sided however, he decided to be one the defensive to gauge her ability with a weapon like this.
"Come at me, don't worry, these sabers aren't lethal." Yuroic stated as he moved to a Soresu stance, traditionally defensive stance.
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