Liquid green energy arcs between our blades as I press my attack, shouting as I swing the kerrn blade. Even scaled for a human, it's a massive weapon, and I have to wield it two-handed. Szijah returns the attack, and I parry, letting the force of the blow spin me around as I drop low to slash at his legs. Szijah's blade knocks my lighter one aside with a flash of green that blinds me momentarily, so I don't see the kick that sends me sliding across the floor of the dojo.
"You fight yourself more than you fight me today," Szijah says in a deep rumble. "Anger is your enemy." He stalks toward me, spinning his blade. "Your allies are patience and swiftness."
As if to accentuate the point, he leaps forward with astonishing speed for his size and bulk. The huge blade descends toward me, so close that, as I roll out of the way, my eyes follow the river of plasma coursing along the blade's edge from hilt to tip and my ears ring with the echoes of steel on stone. It's only a practice blade, blunted and set to deliver only a mild jolt. Plus, Szijah is better than the average kerrn about not breaking his human friends. Still, I'm glad to have evaded it.
I reverse the direction of my roll and aim a kick at his knee. Szijah catches my booted foot with his off hand and lifts me into the air. At nearly three meters tall and roughly three times my weight, he has options I don't.
"You are too small to make such a move effective. Once again, anger is your undoing. The correct tac--"
"I'm not angry!" I snap. That was convincing. The shuttle will be here by third orbit. I need to get all my fighting out before then. The only problem is: the correct tactic for fighting a kerrn is to not fight a kerrn.