[Private] A fair fight

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

The courtyard was quiet, and had no use at the time. The wind was light as it brushed past the face of the Besalisk who stood on one half of the courtyard, smiling thinly; he listened carefully to the soothing sounds of the wind, before stepping out into the open of the courtyard. He would await his sparring partner who was told to be there at this time.

Terol would keep his eyes closed as he would look around, attempting to see through the force; searching for Soblad.

"Are you here, brother?" He inquired, in his deep tone of voice.

The sun was beaming directly above them, since it was mid-day. Terol had asked Soblad to come here, so he could practice one thing. Jar'kai.

[member="Soblad-Zi Bleek"]

 

[Soblad-Zi Bleek]

Breaking through the quiet breeze of the courtyard, some rustling would be heard from the bushes on the southern wall. It would be soft at first, before intensifying, almost as if someone were trying to move away from them.

His skull-recessed, dark eyes would protrude from one of the pillars almost sheepishly, but also in a sense of jest. He would then extend a hand in a gleeful wave to Terol, his lip-less mouth smiling.

He opens his mouth, followed by his accent as he asks inquisitively, though warmly: "Iy'm 'ere. 'ow are yoo?"

Following his speech, he pushes his hands off the side of the pillar, scuttling over to the large Besalisk, followed by a soft exhale.

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

He would stare down to the Weequay, his thin smile merging into a larger grin showing a full set of teeth. He would nod his head a couple of times, before placing his two lower arms on each of his shoulders, allowing the upper two to remain free and he places them behind his back with his fingers interlocked.

His lips pursed a moment, before retracting his train of speech, shaking his head slightly before going to speak again. "I'm doing pleasant, and you? I'm hoping you are prepared for today." His voice, slightly less serious.

He would retract his hands and take a step back from him.

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[Soblad-Zi Bleek]

He nods frantically a few times in a show of eagerness, taking a few steps back to the further part of the sparring mat, replying softly.

"Iy'm nat too bad. Found out Jin'zar has beyn kihcked owt. Sometahn ta' do with the Archives, Iy bet. 'er and Mauxn 'ere always in 'der."

He offers a sympathetic shrug, then rolls a shoulder as he proceeds to reach a hand onto the training hilt on his belt. "Iy always tho'ght she was kinda' mean."

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

He would narrow eyes at the mention of Mauxn, recalling the events that happened the night before. Shaking it off he would give a polite nod, reaching down one hand to one of his hilts, unclipping it and holding it in his palm idly.

"She was... different, let's put it at that, friend." He said with a playful tone, before dipping his head and torso forming a half bow. "Ready?", keeping his head lowered not rising it until he responds.

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[Soblad-Zi Bleek]

[member="Terol Jeero"]

He wafts a hand dismissively, as he responds. "Bah. We know how she iys."

He pauses for a long moment as he draws in a slow breath, his expression tightening in thought. "Reddy as ay'll ever be."

Lowering his head and torso in a respectful bow, he drums his fingers against the base of his training hilt, getting ready into the Ataru starting position. He shuffles his feet somewhat awkwardly as his arms both raise, eventually and confidently rising in posture.

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

He would rise his head, narrowing his stare onto the Weequay, noticing his Ataru opening stance before giving a polite nod, before igniting his bright blue blade, and raising it slightly above his head tilting it forming the Djem So opening stance, awaiting the Weequay's attack.

He would shuffle his feet outwards to get a more defensive base, and preparing himself for a counter attack shortly after Soblad's first attack. He would tilt his body weight to one side as he would be prepared to put his entire body weight into an attack.

"I am ready, Soblad." He said in a determined, yet serious voice.

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[Soblad-Zi Bleek]

[member="Terol Jeero"]

His feet would carefully shuffle forwards to build up some measure of anticipation and deceit, offering a firm nod as he ignites the soft green blade. It would loudly hum while swaying in the air as the Weequay carefully approaches, contemplating his attack.

Eventually, Soblad would launch himself forwards into a full-frontal attack. He would charge towards the towering Besalisk at a strong pace, slashing his blade in a diagonal fashion downwards.

His expression would tense as he lets out a sharp grunt.

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

The Besalisk would keep his expression stoic, as he focused deeply before taking a quick step forward and swinging his hilt diagonally opposite to Soblad, attempting to parry his swing with his heavy slash upwards.

Terol would then instantly take a few steps backwards, breathing calmly, before taking one step forwards again. He would grumble a few words, before he would sprint to the right, ending up directly 90 degrees clockwise against Soblad from the position he was originally in. Pausing for a moment, gathering his posture once more.

[member="Soblad-Zi Bleek"]

 

[Soblad-Zi Bleek]

[member="Terol Jeero"]

He pulls his arms back after launching the attack, making it clear it was some form of distraction. Though he seems to underestimate the reach of the Besalisk, his blade catching the end of his own, still managing to scrape away and batter the green blade to the floor.

He grunts, then follows up with his blade, raising it slightly to swipe at the Besalisk's feet with speed and force.

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

He keeps his focus, and watches the Weequay's movements closely as he sees the blade making its way towards his feet, he quickly diverts his blade down to the ground attempting to catch the Weequay's which he would then pull up and turn into a saber lock. He would look into the eyes of Soblad, smiling before offering a nod.

"You're quite good, friend." He said in an impressed manner.

As he spoke, his upper lower arm would slip down onto his belt, withdrawing another hilt igniting its green blade, before putting it into the saber lock adding more power to his side.

[member="Soblad-Zi Bleek"]

 

[Soblad-Zi Bleek]

In his lack of strength, his takes a few steps back, his breath shifting into a soft pant as he attempts to keep with the lock, pushing as much of his strength into it.

His eyes widen as he inspects the incoming green blade, letting out a sharp grunt, breaking himself away from the lock to step swiftly back.

His lip-less mouth curls up into a slight smile, encouraged by the Besalisk's words, he brings the blade up into a defensive and wide position, diagonally upwards across his torso, both hands on his right side.

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

As the Weequay fled the lock, he would squint his eyes at him slightly, unimpressed. He would then hold the two blades in his upper arms holding them idly before raising them both into the air, forming a cross over between Jar-kai and Djem So. He would then, push forward attempting to feint his opponent into swinging at him, pausing a few feet in front of him, lowering his blades down as if to form a heavy strike.

[member="Soblad-Zi Bleek"]