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A DANCE OF BLADES
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Taiia Locke
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Adron Malvern
Taiia Locke
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Adron Malvern
Location: Eiattu 6 | Royal Palace Courtyard
Equipment: Asheran Armorweave | VT-Kinetic Impact Gel | Lightsaber | Prosthetic Arm
There had been some time between the last instance in which Alden brandished a lightsaber in the presence of his, now brother-in-law,
Adron Malvern
. And that time, Alden had lost an arm in Tattooine’s dune sea. Over confidence had been his downfall then and it had dealt him a blow as a lasting reminder. A mechanical prosthetic which he had to detach every so often as to not exhaust himself under its differing weight from the rest of his body. It, however, was something he had come to appreciate and implement into even his combat maneuvers from time to time. Why wouldn’t he, though? Locke and Key Mechanics had spared no expense in it’s design and construction.
Adron Malvern
. And that time, Alden had lost an arm in Tattooine’s dune sea. Over confidence had been his downfall then and it had dealt him a blow as a lasting reminder. A mechanical prosthetic which he had to detach every so often as to not exhaust himself under its differing weight from the rest of his body. It, however, was something he had come to appreciate and implement into even his combat maneuvers from time to time. Why wouldn’t he, though? Locke and Key Mechanics had spared no expense in it’s design and construction.
But now was not the time to ponder on the past. It was not the time to reminisce as to what lay on the horizon. To do so would spell only another disparaging defeat. And after her reaction to his losing his arm the last time, Alden feared the discourse should he return to Faye Malvern with two mechanical appendages instead of just one. That was at least how she had confronted her brother when Alden’s arm was accidentally lost on those desert sands all those months ago.
As Alden looked around, his eyes caught every inch of the courtyard terrace where he found himself at present. The area had been reserved and there would be no stragglers to enter it in this segment. It would just be himself, his opponent in this training bout and the overseeing gaze of Adron. A man who Alden’s relationship with had been quite turbulent at times. Going from a dutiful soldier and commander to a master and apprentice sub set. Seeing all that thrown to the fire and Alden escaping only barely as the man that was now his brother had to exude every bit of his mental strength not to cut Alden down back on Epica. And now a seeming return to cordial relationship again. It was a wonder these two were still seemingly as close as they were with the torrents of ups and downs that threaten each and every tether that existed between them.
Puffs of white clouds like pillows dotted the warm summer sky above; it screamed of humidity, to the point you could feel the air wrapping you like a warm wet blanket. The sun’s rays, only periodically interrupted by a drifting cloud here and there baked the slate stone beneath his feet; he could feel the warm through the soles of his shoes as he stood there, heavy with anticipation. Green ivy stretched over the eight, worn stone pillars that clawed up into the sky supporting masterfully carved arches that decorated the central area of the mezzanine. Ornate fountains surround the area spraying water into the air above and creating prismatic displays in the mists left in the wake of the dancing jets of water. A myriad of exotic foliage rounded out the exuberance of the display, only cut through by lines of polished slate and the formed various paths throughout.
It was a large structure and of elegant design. Rectangular in shape, Alden stood at one end far end and waited, his feet positioned about shoulder-width apart. His lightsaber was in hand, yet unlit, it’s amethyst blade still hidden within.
