"Thank you, my Lord. I enjoy it. One of the best parts of my job is when we get to pick up something sharp and slice somebody with it." She grinned.
"Yeah, I ate his finger. ...Part of it, anyway. Scared the crap out of them, they won't spar with me anymore." She hadn't killed anybody since she got here though, and the desire for it itched in her bones. Which reminded her, she was going to have to fanagle some time out of the day soon to meet with Sweeny Todd. Otherwise, there was a good chance next time she lost her temper with the trainees (as patient as she is with Skwisgaar, her usual training methods are much, much harsher) she could lose it completely and the first roadie death would be on her shoulders. She couldn't afford to replace any of them, so that wasn't an option.
"That would be pretty sweet if when I ate peoples' brains I could absorb their knowledge." She took that comment seriously, it seems. In fact, she was just then scheming perhaps killing like, a genius, so she could finally figure out math.
She pulled herself out of that thought. "So. When you're fighting somebody, to avoid getting yourself diced up, you're often going to have to retreat from an attack. The two most useful things to do while retreating are; to block their strike, or preferably to bat their strike aside and return with one of your own while they're caught in striking distance. Which is why we'll also do this drill on the reverse." And so they do, backwards to where they started, starting at mid-speed instead of slow and working up to fast.