The weeks went on. Kylo had organized a regimen for her on specific days of the week. For instance, he would train her for four days in a row for using the Force—making her more aware and familiar with it—and then the remaining days of the week would be spent for her lightsaber combat.

On the advent of the second level of her training, she has had trouble with her footing as the speed and tempo of the footwork increased day by day. Whenever she performs in stances that she thinks would be good form, she ends up stumbling or being easily toppled by Kylo by just a simple sweeping kick. Kylo would remark on her spinning techniques as "clumsy" and "as if she was playing with a toy sword", half-meaning to discourage her but actually making her think of other ways on how to handle it properly and not just recycling the same form in different patterns.

"Again!" Jamis bellowed with all the breath remaining in her lungs as she picked herself up from the floor.

Drenched in sweat, holding the lightsaber close to her cheek, gripping on the hilt with both hands, she slowly circled around Kylo who was in an offensive position.

Kylo pointed the tip of his ragged lightsaber at her while she circled, "Do that any longer and I just might lunge at you when you least expect it,"

"I guess I've sharpened my reflexes weeks ago," she snarked.

"We'll see about that."

Kylo waited and timed his attack, his eyes followed her every move, and she kept her eyes on him. Impatience was gradually eating over its opposite in her system. She cannot wait any longer for the right time to strike.

The almost-quiet hum of Jamis's lightsaber had slipped through Kylo's hearing, she was already ready to lob at him and he had blocked her at the very last split second. He had lost the balance of his stance and supported himself by merely leaning down to not go against Jamis's force. Indeed, the force of her attack was strong and the weight she is putting on him is heavy… but for how long can she stay like that?

Jamis pulls away and readjusts for another attack, this time she put her dexterity to good use—using her twin lightsabers, she sent a salvo of attacks and strikes at him. Stepping away when necessary, she does it every once in awhile to maneuver and try different attack patterns. While the impact of each of her attack is light and nimble, the overall damage was impressive.

Kylo saw a glint in her eyes as the red saber illuminated her irises as their lightsabers collided, he saw this the moment she came at him with a small jumping attack. For a moment, Jamis was oozing with so much emotions, he does not where to start. What could she possibly be thinking?

Confused, fazed, lost… Has she always been like this? How long could she have survived in a state like that? He wondered.

Now her fighting has lost its form. She was going all over the place. Reckless spinning and striking, there was no more rhythm and timing, she just struck him whenever she had the chance that he is out in the open.

"What kind of fighting is that?! You have no pattern, no organization… you're an easy target if you're not careful," Kylo chided.

He had pushed her away from him using a nudge with the Force, breaking apart the connection of their sabers, he pushed her to a quite distance for him to speak and hinder her from attacking any more. Across him, the lithe bounty hunter had her shoulders slumped, knees in a wobbly position, and gasping for breath; from her point of view, the suffocating heat inside the room just disoriented her.

"You have to develop your own form. I've seen the way you fight—one day you're impressive, and then the next day you're reckless, what kind of combination is that?" scolded Kylo.

Jamis does not answer. She reached out her left hand, palm open, and a flask flew right into her palm with her fingers immediately caging the thing. She greedily chugged a throatful of water and let the drops run down her chin.

"Alright then, if I'm going to develop a form, might as well continue fighting you then," said Jamis.

Kylo shook his head and sighed, "No. Other than trying to hit me, think of other ways where you can get me."

She kept that in mind.

Both readied themselves in their stances, they closed the distance between them with a charging run and their lightsabers clashed. Jamis tried her best in making a perfect stance to combat Kylo's prowess. She used her dexterity to her advantage—one of the smartest and wisest moves she could pull—and launched a salvo of swirls and swings at him. However, despite his huge built, Kylo was also nimble, so it challenged her to look for a window of opportunity.

Another mistake: she had underestimated him in a single second.

Jamis knew who she is facing, she saw the way he fought, and she saw his coordination—nothing like she has ever seen before.

Truly, one must never underestimate either a Sith or a Jedi.

With careful eyes, she followed his movements and whenever she saw the chance, she would take it. She knows she has to be so opportunistic—just like how she always is in contracted hunts.

The sleight of Kylo's heel had alarmed her as her sharp and watchful eye had caught the act, her reflexes had warned her, and Jamis prepared herself for what's coming to her. She knew that she did not need to wait for Kylo's lightsaber to clash with hers, she knew she needed to do something differently.

The closure felt like it is happening very slowly but that was enough time for Jamis to think fast. Of course, she evaded it but followed it with an attack from behind—she was about to lunge at Kylo but while supporting himself on the floor, his free hand had taken hold of his lightsaber and blocked her attack, but he cannot stand up as Jamis was taking the upper hand of the sparring.

From there, Kylo could feel her emotions coursing through out her system, and he felt it as if it was an invisible wave crashing on not too far from him; he saw the frenzy in her eyes and not the faze that clouded her sight, and for some reason, he felt a small spark within her—perhaps not yet strong enough to ignite a flame that has been kept extinguished in her being.

"You have so much yet to learn," muttered Kylo.

Weeks had past with the same routine of Jamis going to that vast room alone with Kylo. Within her personal progress, she has become less flimsy and reckless compared to the first time she picked a duel with Kylo, her gracefulness and fluidity had gained form and consistency.

They would return to stay in that vast room for the rest of the week, Jamis would emerge from that room exhausted and beads of sweat would dot her face, she could barely lift herself up and drag her feet across the floor to reach her room. Much later, Kylo saw the disinterest in her face.

"Is there something wrong?"

"I bet you can tell that I have probably grown tired of the same pattern of practice," she commented.

Kylo took a deep breath and thought for some time, almost immediately, he thought of something, "Alright, here's another test I have in mind for you,"

Jamis sat down but kept her gaze at him, "Right, I'm sure you do."

"But first, please don't laugh," Kylo started, "In half an hour, you stay and wait here while I leave the room. I will hide into the deepest parts of the ship and you will try to find me without inquiring anybody in the ship—not even the droids—and you will do so by trusting the Force."

Jamis furrowed her brows, "That's kinda impossible, don't you think?

"Only if you choose to think that way," Kylo backfired.

Without warning, Kylo left the room and Jamis did as she was told. She patiently waited in the room, passing the half-hour allotted with meditating and trying to "connect" with the Force—which she highly doubted she could successfully do; by the time half an hour had passed, Kylo probably had hidden himself someplace unfamiliar to Jamis.

"I guess I should go look for him now." Jamis tells herself as she stood up.

She focused on the door and with a wave of her hand—with a try of luck—it opened. She got through the door and stood before the hallway. Jamis took a deep breath and concentrated. She recalled his instructions and went forward.

"So much for a new way to train me," she muttered, vexed.