The best reward he gets is a quiet grunt as Connor pushes his blade away. He's a few inches taller than Nick, but he can't match his strength. Connor keeps on the move, face stony again, grey eyes flat, but he willingly attacks. He's sliding out of the more traditional fencing style again, slipping back to more of the Eastern teaching. When he attacks he's not just fast, he's also as fluid as water, slipping and moving in ways that are hard to anticipate. As into the fight as he is, any touches he makes are still light, but his style is getting a little more vicious.