Margolotta tuts lightly at him, but only presses harder, watching as his blade speeds to match hers without thought.

Yes. Too much thought, too little instinct. That training will serve him well once he knows himself and his capabilities again, but for now...

He steps too slowly and she slashes downwards quickly-- lightly across one thigh, then deeper across the chest, tearing open his shirt so she can see the blood slowly well.

Havelock hisses in pain, then falls silent as he looks down in time to see the skin heal smoothly before his eyes.