Superboy showed up, curious, unsure, but ready. He liked training with someone who knew him, knew his powers, and who could compensate for them. It allowed him to let loose a little more. And so he arrived, wearing his jumpsuit, the newer version he had crafted after leaving N.O.W.H.E.R.E., and smiling.
"I have no plans on doing so." Well, maybe a little, but only the same way he always did, in strength and superspeed. He did not have to hold back in fighting, because Rose was his superior there.
He slid his hands into familiar spaces on he staff, sliding feet into a stance that felt right, and began moving, letting his heart settle its pace and his mind center on her, before he darted in to feint for the shoulder, then sweep the staff toward her legs.