[he glances over at her, but he's already most of the way past murmuring his spell. So he swings, the sword flashing in a blinding arc, tossing a rather large bolt of pure energy at another dummy, leaving a smoking stump in its wake.]
[Finally he shrugs, not yet facing her directly. He glances at the sword and the light-blade flickers once, twice, before steadying.] Maybe once I get better with it it'll be something worthy of watching. I'm exhausted. [But he shows no signs of stopping.]