If there was one things pilots had to have, it was fast reflexes, and a pretty damn good awareness of their surroundings. Without it, your fighter ended up as a nice dark smear on the side of a star destroyer. And Poe wasn't useless in a fight. Even if he hadn't been training with Finn for months, his work for the Resistance saw him out of his cockpit almost as often as he was in it.

So he ducked from the first swing, elbow coming down quickly to block the second blow.

And then he grinned like he was a cat that had just caught a mouse.

"Come on. Really? I know you got more than this, Taiko. Give it to me."