At her reassurance, he gave her a measured look. He didnt care much for his safety, however as he gathered more from what the move entailed, his following actions were likely to get him beamed with that stick she held.
Oh the joys of practice... He waited patiently for her okay, and when she gave the go ahead Zeto, leapt out of his crouched position. He pounced forwards, forepaws extended to smack her like he had claws. However, in proper Felidae play, last minute he leaned into a roll, sending him rolling onto his back and back to his paws, inching his way around her. For his strong build, he sometimes surprised himself with the speed of movements, though the grace of his roll could probably be accounted for having to play the Felidae too many times to count for Esme's cadets.
As he crept around the teacher, he sized her up, trying to think like the predatory felines. Would they go after legs, or throat first? He had encountered beasts willing to do either of them before, however he'd noticed it was the slower brutes that went for the legs, trying to slow the sotu's before ending them. With a nod, he lunged again, this time aiming low for her legs, trying to throw her off balance rather than bite or break them as a felidae would.