And he moved to meet her, his hands spinning his staff, remembering everything he had learned from Tim, and from Rose, herself. He watched her hands, and her hips, not letting himself get distracted with her eyes or the way she looked. Which, of course, she looked amazing.
Concentrating, he ducked one attack, and met the other, falling back a touch. She was still better than him, and he could see it, even as he managed, sometimes, to dodge her attacks, based purely on power.
But it brought a grin to his face as their sticks met in a loud sound, like thunder.