The compliment gets a bit of a smile. "Ten years of military training ought to be good for something." His entire life, though by normal human standards he looks to be in his twenties. He'd only been deployed for a few months, fighting a war that had none of the nobility of purpose he'd gotten sold back on Kamino.

Alright. That axe could hook and redirect a sword if it got in past the head, but with the right motion he might be able to slide the blade down the haft and catch the guy's fingers. He closes the distance again, trying to put the idea into motion.