"Do you think I need you to go easy?" Vedette said calmly, she wasn't insulted. She gave the burly man a smile, and took the waster from Ithacles.
"Right, that'll go over well Ithacles." She bowed her head to the Prince, then dropped the waster into her left hand. She slashed the air with it, testing it's weight. How was she going to do this? Use her speed of course. She twisted it once, twice in her hand then began to stretch as the man did. She set the waster down on the line on the ground and dropped down into a crouch, then stretched her left leg out behind her, stood and repeated the same with her right. She picked the waster back up and bowed towards the man.
"I won't be going easy on you either." Her smile only widened as she stepped back, pointed the fake sword at him, and turned herself so she was facing him only with her left side.