Lilaena sidestepped the feint, her senses through the Force telling her it was a false move, and bent sideways to avoid the punch, her blade coming up just to force Torgeir to keep some distance. If he got lucky with a left hook the artificial limb might do quite a bit of damage. "You at least know which end of the sword to hold," she said dryly, slicing up at his chest.

As they sparred Jeng leaned down toward Ireen, no doubt trying to entice the scientist into a wager of some kind.