"Precisely," he grinned, then a cluck of his tongue, meant in gentle admonishment. "Eyes up here, love. Don't look at your feet." Watch him, you see? Into those arctic blues - they were bright, but not as bright as hers with that flicker of animal instinct. That was almost an unnatural blue. "It's like a dance, isn't it? You don't look at your feet when you dance either, you look at your partner."
The clank and scrape of blades was pronounced, more so as Killian's worthy opponent began to get the hang of things a little. Now it was shaping up to really be a dance, and he'd give her tips as they went along. She was still learning so she didn't really have a 'style' quite yet, and while he wouldn't throw the duel per se, he would make his own attacks a certain way so she could see what they'd be like, and what she'd need to do to block them.
"But I would say learning human fighting styles is important. That way you'll always be prepared, no?"