"In case you hadn't noticed, we've got giant aura meters the entire world's looking at right now, Skunk. Weeeak." he shot back, sticking his landing perfectly, the crowd jeering along with him. Well, at least she could learn from what he had to offer. Good thing he wasn't going all out...not that she could even try and imitate that! Speaking of which, time to pull out something fun...why not enjoy himself?
Suddenly relaxing his stance and listing lazily to one side, he staggered as the tonfa hit, actually moving with the blow, his face serene as he flailed out uselessly with the opposing hand, confounding the strike from the other tonfa with that awkwardly flopping limb. He was careful to avoid all but the flat of the blade, though, despite all appearances to the contrary. The blow to his face was a feint, and he treated it like one, checking his reflection in the weapon as it went past, while bending too far backwards to avoid it so that the strike at his abdomen fell short.
The kick, though, that set things up flawlessly for him! Making it look exactly like he'd clumsily tripped over her leg, he fell almost face first and rolled into his shoulder before flipping back up and onto his feet in a graceful crouch.
"Almost had me there, you gotta be quicker than that!" he beamed, raising himself to a lax standing position and brushing his shirt off.
In the stands, Ember accepted a peach ramune with a pleasant, mouthed thank you to Stella. She giggled almost girlishly as Jack began taunting the talkative girl with his favorite party trick. "Has he showed you this yet, Orabel?" she asked, touching the fashion mogul's shoulder conspiratorially.