Jaina flinched back, away from Alema, her expression stoic and her tone flat as she replied, "You wanted to fight me, so here I am. Now let's get on with this already. I have places to be." And without further preamble, the tiny Jedi brought her lightsaber around in a wide arc. She had no problem being the one to initiate the battle, and wasn't intending on holding back either. It was high time someone dealt with Alema Rar, once and for all, and without her mother, or Jag, there to do it, Jaina supposed the responsibility fell to her.
So she attacked. A series of hard thrusts and sharp jabs mixed with moves that clearly showed how advanced her training had become since Alema last lay eyes on her. Nothing too elaborate, and she was refraining from relying on some of the... less honorably tricks she'd learned from Boba Fett, but it was obvious that she was no longer the young woman struggling in the shadow of her twin brother's abilities. Jaina Solo had come into her own and had every intention of showing Alema Rar exactly why she'd been blessed with the title The Sword of the Jedi.