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Lilaena sidestepped the feint, her senses through the Force telling her it was a false move, and bent sideways to avoid the punch, her blade coming up just to force Torgeir to keep some distance. If he got lucky with a left hook the artificial limb might do quite a bit of damage. "You at least know which end of the sword to hold," she said dryly, slicing up at his chest.
As they sparred Jeng leaned down toward Ireen, no doubt trying to entice the scientist into a wager of some kind.
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Instead of dodging the blade, Torgeir blocked down and away with his metal arm in the hopes of at least knocking the knife away from his body, if not disarming her with the connection. At the same time, he then swung the sword downward toward her extended leg, knowing from experience that with having two weapons of a sort he did have some sort of advantage. Even if he didn't win the Corellian would at least be able to save some face in this contest with a trained Force user.
A slender hope.
Ignoring the sarcastic note, Torgeir knew she was trying to distract him enough to wound his pride, intending on pushing him to make a mistake.