"But ... but what if I hit you?A snort. "You're not going to hit me."How do you know? I bristled at his amused tone. "I could hit you. Even master swordsmen make mistakes. I could get a lucky shot, or you might not see me coming. I don't want to hurt you.He favored me with another patient look. "And how much experience do you have with swords and weapons in general? "Um. I glanced down at the saber in my hand. "Thirty seconds?He smiled, that calm, irritatingly confident smirk. "You're not going to hit me."