Plo was glad you couldn't see his wince as he watched you strike with your lightsaber. It hit the training dummy, yes...but, not in a way that would be efficient enough. Your stance was fine, legs an even amount apart, shoulders back, straight posture. However, your strikes and slashes were...sloppy. To but it blunty.

And as you turned, waiting with hope for praise, he reluctantly gave it. In the form of a small thumbs up.

"That was..." Plo trailed off. "...Better. Perhaps trying and swing up instead of down. Your stance is perfect..." A little sprinkle of acknowledgment- "However.." -To soften the blow.

"Your strikes need work. Nothing we can't achieve though."