"All right, all right." It's true, he does like to show off. He doesn't really get to do that very often for anyone.

He pulls out his own spear and circles around one of the practice dummies carefully and considering the 'battlefield' before lashing out and launching into a flurry of stabs. Each one is pin pointed for where it'd hurt the most on an actual creature - the side, the spine, the arms and legs. He bounces backwards and slams the butt of the spear onto the floor, hefting himself up and swinging around, giving the dummy a few swift kicks.

He uses the momentum to push up, springing into the air and jumping down onto the target like Q'uila taught him, bouncing back and into a roll, swapping the grip on his spear as he does so he doesn't twist his wrist. There's a moment of concentration and it almost looks like he's done, but he passes his hand over the head of his spear and fire springs forth. He stabs the dummy a few times, leaving scorch marks and threatening to catch it on fire, but he clenches his fist and the fire goes out.

He turns around and grins at Tidus, trying to hide the fact that he feels like he could start bouncing on his toes at any moment.