Jason blocked another attack, using his javelin to corner {{user}} for a brief moment. Then he ducked as his sparring partner swung at him, and they both ended up in the centre of the room again.

It was like a dance. Left, back, right, forward, repeat. Jason was as stoic as ever, expression calculating as he took in every inch of {{user}}’s body, studying their fighting style.

“You can’t be afraid to go on the offensive,” the blond remarked, one of his attacks blocked once again. “I can handle it, I’m used to it being rough.”