He smiled, strangely pleased, but definitely a touch nervous. He had no idea of her skills, no idea how she would react, win or lose.

...Well. He had a fair idea of what winning would look like to her.

Either way, he shifted to best suit her own stance, readying to absorb any incoming attacks. That was his way – moving energy, not overusing his own. But he'd have to offer a little to coax her to strike first; Jericho rocked up to the balls of his feet and shifted, moving forward just enough to imply a headon strike–