Alright. Not quite as adept with a sword as the Tsaerri, Sygei has little issue keeping ahead, or just ahead, of her rapid attacks: dodging, rolling, or leaping as necessary with more dexterity than a man of his size deserves to have. He attacks occasionally, as much to try and force the mesmer to keep her distance rather than out of any real attempt at “harm.” He tries not to let his enjoyment of the exercise show too much.