He growls as he barely manages to step back in time, so her hit is only a glancing blow. "I'm not interested in fun," Kylo grinds out between clenched teeth, growing more agitated at her inability to understand. It is frustrating to come across someone who has skills so similar to his own, at least in physical fighting, yet comes from such a completely different mindset that they can't find even the slightest common ground. It offends him in some irrational way, like swordfighters should have some innate understanding. His attacks become stronger and faster with the rise of his emotions, he puts more strength behind every blow, barely remembering not to fight with the same ruthlessness as he does in actual battle.

"Fun plays no part in my life. I seek the power of the Dark Side of the Force, and to be worthy of my grandfather's great legacy." And make the galaxy tremble, though he can not speak of that to her. "Fun, or pleasure, are unimportant. Everything and everyone that proves a distraction is to be eradicated. I'm a Dark Jedi. You're not Force sensitive. You can't understand!"