[ Noctis rolls his shoulders as he again sizes up his opponent, taking their size difference well into account. For all his bluff and bluster? He assumes that this is going to hurt, but that's not a bad thing. As long as he can learn something new out of it, as Gladio would say... after mocking him relentlessly. ]

Well, you feel like it a lot. And yeah, I figured that too, but I forced him to eat some pastry and then he ordered himself a whole strudel, so... [ Yeah, skills. It's a long story full of harassment.

Noctis steps in closer, already instinctively compensating for his lighter figure with looser, slightly bent knees -- speed will be his main boon here and he has to be ready to dodge. Or, in this case, to strike, as a sudden dart forward and a left feint prove. The false start is abruptly cut off and transitioned into a drop low, leg sweeping out for near floor-level kick at Jason's legs. ]