[Yuan doesn't take the followup. Both of them know it would not go well for Nethan. He lets the guard put some distance between them, giving him the moment before following up.]
[He meets Nethan's attack neatly, counters. Matches. He's still letting Nethan drive the shape of the combat for the most part, but Yuan keeps himself just a little bit ahead, a little bit stronger. A little bit faster. Enough to push Nethan.]
[It's almost teaching. Almost. The guard is good, for a human of his age, but he isn't war-worn, and he doesn't have Yuan's advantages.]
[Yuan is nearly smiling, nevertheless. He doesn't get this kind of opportunity as often as he'd like. And Nethan is enjoying this in a way utterly unrelated to fighting a half-elf, which is promising.]
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[He meets Nethan's attack neatly, counters. Matches. He's still letting Nethan drive the shape of the combat for the most part, but Yuan keeps himself just a little bit ahead, a little bit stronger. A little bit faster. Enough to push Nethan.]
[It's almost teaching. Almost. The guard is good, for a human of his age, but he isn't war-worn, and he doesn't have Yuan's advantages.]
[Yuan is nearly smiling, nevertheless. He doesn't get this kind of opportunity as often as he'd like. And Nethan is enjoying this in a way utterly unrelated to fighting a half-elf, which is promising.]