Grant vs. The Guy

He keeps his sword in its stance, beginning to circle counter-clockwise and outward, though prepared to defend should Grant attack. The walls ensured he could only circle so far out, but he waited patiently... not wanting to be too rash and jump the gun with an attack just yet.

This was it. He couldn't afford to be put in a corner. He'd suddenly swing his blade, bashing it hard against the tip as Grant's sword was pointed forwards. He'd hit for the left flat to open Grant's guard, hard enough for the sword to be pushed aside slightly even if he resisted. After bashing the sword aside he'd try to cut to Grant's neck on the backswipe in a quick motion.

(It's on the backswipe, so he bashes your sword to his left first, then on the return swipe he swings for your neck, which is a left-to-right swipe from my point of view, and right-to-left from your point of view.)

He definitely did not expect that. He suddenly leaned right, causing Grant's sword to just barely slice along the side of his neck, or at least this may have happened if the arena's wards didn't keep things non lethal. Since Grant attacked before he did, his sword's return was slightly re-angled. Instead of counter-attacking to Grant as he wanted to originally, he had to swoop from below and hit Grant's sword to the left instead (Grant's right).
"That was close!"

(You mostly got it right, you're just picturing the wrong direction. I'm having to scoop my sword from below, in a counter-clockwise twirl, to strike your sword further to my left. This would be away from my neck.)

"Heh.. you too! You pretty much got me, I mean, I think, I'm not totally sure," he said, gesturing to his neck. Whether or not that would count as a hit was tough to tell, and probably depended on the judgement system being used, if any. But this was just a friendly spar.
"Want me to try to attack this time?"

"Okay!"
Seeing Grant in his stance again, with his long weapon forwards, he knew he had to get it out of the way first. He swings, right to left, at the left flat of the rapier, aiming farther down his blade (more towards his hand) in order to strike it so that he'd have a hard time simply pulling the blade back.

(Sorry. I was thinking about what I could do next. But I guess I messed something up..)

Grant's blade hits. A magical spell marks his left arm as the blade is stopped, bending in an upwards arc against his training gear due to the flexible adaptability of the rapier.
"I think you got me."
He nods.

Lamina is there, her arms crossed, standing against a wall to the side. She studies their movements closely.
"Watch your measure... and let's make sure we try to stay in the correct tempo," she commands them coolly as they come to a stop, not looking to either one in particular, though Grant is truly her only student. She is slightly difficult to read, her expression ranging from bored to calculating. "Grant, I think we need to work on your passata-sotto."

She casually gestures for another match to begin.

"Again."