"Who are you, I am not your enemy! I've come seeking no means for violence, stand down!!"
Words came, but to no avail. The Matador's initial dashing strike had proved that his opponent was perhaps equally skilled with his blade. But perhaps Oribuir would serve him better, he had stored the blade within one of the nearby towers. He'd call on it if necessary, but for now the lightsaber would suffice. He noted the length of Veiere Arenais, it was similar to his own. Perhaps it was a more common preference than he had imagined.
The two examined each other for a moment as the Matador slashed at a diagonal towards Veiere, aiming for his shoulder. His extended blade would give him the advantage in regards to committed strikes, however he didn't wield the blade in both hands; keeping his right hand in an open grasp near the pommel of his blade.
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