All Iktomi could do was smile at Imaldris wordless reply. The spear glowed cooly with focused energies, the bright blue used to disguise the Warlock's next move. Pulling his clenched fists in close to his chest, the Void Saber hilt held tight withe blade pointed skyward to parry. Blade struck blade as they met just above Iktomi's left shoulder. Pushing out with his saber, Iktomi attempted to force the spear away from his face and person. Imaldris spun on the spot and without missing a beat struck again. This time it was Iktomi's turn to make a fancy move. Engaging his jump-pack, the Felarch leaped high to avoid the low aimed attack. "Now, you're just full of surprises!" Iktomi said happily in the air. "Let me show you how Corsairs duels." Disengaging the jump-pack and turning midair with the momentum, Iktomi aimed his void saber straight down. Then rocketing back towards the sandy ring. Sped up by the thrust and his old enemy, gravity. After the initial thrust and counter, Ikotmi follows with a series of three slashes. None had the intention of hitting Imaldris, but to test his grip on the Spear. 'A spear will always be longer than a sword, but that amounts to little if you loose your spear!' Iktomi thought excitedly. His smile holding strong upon his lips, teeth threatening to dazzle those within the training area.