I'm phenomenal at it, and that's problematic!

She was agreeable! Good good! He dipped his head in response to her thanks, "Of course! I much prefer this than fighting." He mentioned. He unlatched his helm and placed it down. Feyr lifted up into the air and settled on a rock.

He watched as she settled into her stance, ready for him. She had a strong low stance, as solid as the earth.
"A good strong stance for sure, your muscles are tensed for moving forward, but we-" and he moved with speed to swipe her shoulder, "- want you to move up and away like a breath on the wind."

"Again." He said and swiped at her paw, wanting her to dance back. Dance, move like a scattering of dried leaves in the autumn wind.

"You're doing it! Again!" And he swiped again this time at her head. He wanted her to keep moving around. But he was also driving her to a corner of rocks.

"An eye on your opponent and their motives are just as important." He swiped again, "Look where I am driving you. While you dance, control where you go." He mentioned as he tried to cut off her escape one way.

"Good!" He said and sat on his rump to regain his breath.

"Speech!"