Rufio brought his sword against Jack's easily, matching him. He wasn't trained formally, only in a practical sense, but it gave him an unpredictable style and edge that suited him against strictly form-oritented swordsmen like Hook. Jack was using a different weapon, but he had a set style, that much Rufio could tell.
"Come on, fight!" he taunted, pressing the attack. "Don't be a chicken!" He clucked a few times to illustrate the point. jumping up and catching a branch, kicking out at the other with his heavy boots.