Kashyyyk Tournament Round 1 (Cawn vs Asaraa)

[Asaraa Vaashe]

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The wind whistling through the trees carried the scent of the forests through the arena, leaves swirling across the floor as the referee paced between the two competitors, glancing down at his clipboard. “Well, now you’re both here we can start. The nurses are here for and bumps and bruises, but I expect you to fight with honour. It’s training only so you shouldn’t end up hurt but we don’t want to take any chances. It’s combat till one of you gives up, or till the time runs out then I’ll pick a winner. If you’re both ready,” she smiled, dropping his hand down in the air, “begin!”

[member="Cawn"] | @Asaraa Vaashe

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

It was perhaps surprising, but there was a peace that could be found in combat, an almost meditative state you could fall into as the dance of combat took over your body. Each fighter was a participant in the dance, each fighter was doing their best to win, each blow and counter-blow they struck would just fall into the pattern of the dance till one combatant proved to be victorious.

Asaraa had arrived at the chosen arena early, spending half an hour sitting there, eye closed in a meditative state as she tried to relax, to prepare herself for the upcoming fight. She only knew the most basic hints about her opponent, that he'd been a prizefighter, a gladiator on Nal Hutta before arriving at Kashyyyk, rescued by Master Jyoti herself and trained by Master Dragonsflame. So, a capable opponent who she'd be lying if she'd said she wasn't looking forward to facing, to testing herself against. As she heard the referee talk, going through the rules the padawan let her eyes flick open, nodding amicably at her opponent as she flowed up onto her feet, falling into a familiar low guard as she turned her body to face him side on, blade pointing down to the floor between his feet. "Ready whenever you are."

[member="Cawn"]