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Faction The New Jedi Order - Saber Tourney

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Zaiya's bioluminescence pulsed in soft waves of blue and teal in excited joy and amusement and just a little bit of that flustered competitive spark she couldn't quite suppress. She grinned, watching as Aris Noble Aris Noble strode into the ring, his saber igniting in that quiet, ghostly blue.

"No holding back," she echoed under her breath, shaking her head. That was such an Aris thing to say.

Cinder fluffed their fiery feathers beside her, their warmth a steady presence against her shoulder. Domxite gave a low, curious beep, tilting slightly as if assessing the upcoming match.

Zaiya plucked another honeyed orange slice from the pouch, popping it into her mouth as she watched. Okay, they were tasty!

"You better not lose in the first round, Aris, or I will bring this up every time we spar,"
she called out to him as he left, her grin widening. "Good luck!"

Her colors shimmered in playful defiance, a flicker of vibrant canary yellow and electric blue trailing across her arms. Maybe she would ask him to spar later. She'd been training hard, after all, not only trying to get better with her lightsaber training, but also with the Makashi form and becoming more comfortable using it. Just because she had the saber didn't mean that when she activated it did its use have to be lethal -- and something about seeing Aris step into the ring, so sure, so steady, made her want to prove she could stand on that same ground.

For now, though, she just leaned against the rail with the rest of the observers, savoring the orange and the moment. "Alright, show me what you got."

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Tigris entered the ring and waited. Her soft boots shifted slightly, feeling the fine dust beneath her soles, assessing its depth. Her gaze lifted to see Aris and Zaiya. They were gorgeous, light carved statues of dieites from some planet's pantheon.

Refocusing her mind, Tigris' eyelids slid shut, her breathing deep and controlled. The former Seyugi assassin allowed the Force to flow through her, feeding it across her muscles and nerves, until she felt it become part of her physique. This was her strength, tuning her body to the Force, moving her form through it.

Dark, almond shaped eyes opened, watching Aris enter the ring. He had so many of the same features of his father, and presented an imposing figure, even at his age. And of course, all the padawans knew Aris was specializing in dueling with a lightsaber.

Tigris, on the other hand, was most skilled at fighting with her body, or blades, and the Force. Her experience with the lightsaber was limited, only becoming a Jedi a few years past. Without a master, she learned what she could from anyone, especially during her time on Jakku. It was suggested to her to train in the Aturu style, which would take advantage of her expertise in the martial arts of the Seyugi. But there were few who knew Aturu.

Aris stood before her, his saber ignited. Tigris' gaze shifted to Eve before returning upward to her opponent. She offered him a respectful nod. With a deep breath, Tigris assumed her opening stance, her feet parted, one before the other, knees soft, one-hand held out and lose. Of course, she didn't weild the second-hand lightsaber given to her at the Jakku Enclave. Instead, for the friendly spar, her training lightsaber was held high above her head, the flick of her thumb ignited the pale white blade.

Everest Vale Everest Vale Aris Noble Aris Noble Zaiya Ceti Zaiya Ceti
 


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Caelan hadn't originally been slated to take part in the tournament. He'd volunteered as an alternate in case they needed someone to step in, but he hadn't intended to participate initially. However, when Kuhbee needed to withdraw, he was asked to step in and face Ares, someone he hadn't had the chance to meet yet. This was both a good opportunity to meet someone else, but also to work further on his own saber combat skills. Given his battles hadn't exactly gone his way, more practice was a good thing.

Fate was left in the stands to watch and record the match so that he could analyze it again later. Doing so would allow him to scrutinize any mistakes. Then he descended into the arena. He was met by the form of Ares, who nodded after introducing himself.

"Caelen Valoren," he said, dipping his head in return. "To a good fight, Ares."

The other padawan seemed quite formal, but that was fine. Formalities weren't a bad thing. Caelan drew his own saber and thumbed the activation switch, a white blade with purple and blue outline hummed to life. He kept the weapon in the standard configuration, not activating either the modulator or the mode that turned it into a lance. This was about lightsaber skills and simple battle, not about doing actual harm. As it was, he and his opponent would both have to make sure that they didn't go so far that they hurt one another.

He flicked his blade once, just getting it adjusted into his grip firmly, and then settled into a remotely standard defensive stance with the blade held in one hand to the side and his other hand out and palm up. Then he waited for Ares to make the first move.


ATTIRE: Link | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8 | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace), Prosthetic Left Arm

TAGS: Ares Dargir Ares Dargir
 

CORIN
JEDI TEMPLE | CORUSCANT
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It had been years since Corin set foot inside the Jedi Temple.

The air carried a strange weight, something just shy of oppressive. Not the dark, twisted presence of the Sith, but something quieter - unsettled, uncertain. A reflection, perhaps, of the Jedi themselves. He pushed the feeling aside and moved with purpose.

If he was to take Braze in search of his father - if he was to face the kind of threat capable of taking down Jasper - then Corin had to know his mettle first. A Jedi Knight in title, but there was no better test than what he could see with his own eyes.

He drifted toward one of the balconies, quiet and secluded, a vantage point overlooking the vast halls below. For all the changes that had come in his absence, the Temple remained a place of movement, of bodies in motion, the endless hum of learning and discipline.

But Corin was just another face now, one of hundreds, maybe thousands.

Then, in the distance, the sparring arenas came into view. He lingered on them longer than intended, an old and oddly wistful feeling creeping in. This had been his domain once. A place where he stood above the rest. He exhaled sharply, not quite a sigh.

Kai would have something to say about that.


 


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He better not loose, huh?

Aris smirked faintly, even towards Tigris as they both squared off in the ring. Combat was just something that had him able to smile. War was a different thing entirely, but competitions like this, refining his control and learning how to be better than he was? To embrace his culture in a way that wasn't violence but skill?

He couldn't help but grin.

That grin faded once Tigris ignited her own blade. Focus took over instead. One moment, he was grinning and brimming with excitement, the next, cold calculation and focused intent. His body shifted, legs tensed. The grip on his blade tightened.

“From what I know so far, it’s not about hitting it as hard as possible. It’s more about the mindset behind the strike. To be committed entirely to the act, and the moment. It’s said that the following attack shouldn’t even be considered. Because if you’re worrying about future attacks, and doubting your current one. Then it’s not gonna work.”

Then he was there, right in front of her. To the normal eye he'd might as well have teleported, but the reality was he'd sprang forward. Both hands gripped the hilt of his saber as he struck once, seeming to draw his blade as he cut horizontally. Strength, aggression, and control in equal measure. No, strength was well and beyond the other two as he struck with the force to outright shatter durasteel.

Tigris Tigris | Zaiya Ceti Zaiya Ceti | Everest Vale Everest Vale
 
Kai'el Brat "Guardian of the Light"


TAGS: Ko Vuto Ko Vuto
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Braze hadn’t seen his opponent, Jo'Han Felcado Jo'Han Felcado , show up yet. He didn’t blame the man—considering the kind of reputation that trailed him, maybe an exhibition match felt a little too daunting. All things considered, it wouldn’t have been surprising if Jo’Han had second thoughts.

Regardless, Braze had found Ko Vuto Ko Vuto . He remembered the last time he had sparred against Aris Noble Aris Noble in a place like this. That had been for wartime training at the Vonnuvi Enclave.

Today, however, was different. He and Aris were in separate divisions now. And this? This was a real competition—something he had longed to take part in as a Padawan, when he was younger, when it had all felt just out of reach.

A troubling unease lingered within him. Jasper wasn’t here to see him perform. He would have reveled in the opportunity to make his master proud, to showcase his combative prowess in a true test of skill. But that chance had been stolen from him. Things were decidedly different now.

He had exchanged sharp words with Ko Vuto Ko Vuto the other day, but if there had been any lingering resentment, Braze didn’t hold onto it. No ostentatious robes adorned him today—those were long gone. Since his field knighting, he had taken to wearing simple, nondescript black robes. A standardized uniform. Some might have theorized he had chosen them because he had taken the path of a Jedi Shadow. The truth, however, was simpler. They were a quiet sign of mourning. Jasper was still missing, and Braze still sorely missed the man. He knew—knew—his master wasn’t dead, but the sentiment clung to him all the same.

A sigh slipped from his lips, barely audible. He pushed down the lingering tension and affixed his usual calm, pleasant facade before looking at Ko.

"I haven’t seen my opponent show up yet… Would you like to practice a little together? We have a ring to ourselves," he offered, voice quiet, almost meek.

Braze had brought Corin Trenor Corin Trenor back to the temple with him. He needed to refuel and restock the Lonestar 1 before they set off for Ord Providence—Jasper's last known location.

As Fate would have it, there was time for a little relaxation before their departure… but relaxing didn't come easy to Braze these days.
 
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Outfit: Clothes, Earring, Bangle
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike


"When was the last time we had a proper spar, Lidos?" "If I remember right, I won that one." A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Though that was just because I copied our instructor's moves."

"That was a long time ago - I think I can put up more resistance this time."

Aadihr stepped forth after clearing his mind. Sparring was still less than pleasant, moreso with an audience - but times have changed and with them Aadihr had as well.

He'd not been the same since Woostri as well - each day an ache in his mind and flare in his arm reminded him of such. Making such wounds a strength and not vulnerability was still a work in progress, albeit one with rapidly showing results.

He was steady. Calm, but cold - feeling only what is useful to him, letting no emotion bleed through except what he could channel into movements.

"Something tells me you won't fall for a simple trick like that now. Alright. Show me what you got."

Aadihr stood ready, holding his pike aloft single handedly. The Horizontal staff end pressed against his shoulder blades as the emitter ignited the Cyan blade off to the side.

A surprisingly vulnerable opening stance - uncharacteristically cocky for the Miralukan Knight. Surely it was a lure. Without dropping his arm, Aadihr walked slowly to close the distance, muscles flooding with anticipation like a spring compressed but starting slowly.


 

Location: Courscant
Tags: Werucoss Nertivor Werucoss Nertivor
Equipment: Lightsaber | Jedi Robes |
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Kaelos offered a smile across to Werucoss Nertivor Werucoss Nertivor .

It was the first time the two Padawans had crossed paths and it would be in a respectful tournament to test their abilities. Kaelos noted that he'd never had to train with an Ithorian before, noting that he wasn't entirely sure on what the best tactic would be.

Thankfully he and Braze Braze had been studying the art of lightsaber combat. Veridia had served as their battleground then and the Jedi Knight had put his student through his paces. Kaelos had become familar with both Form I and Form III saber combat. There had also since been some hand to hand training with Katarine Ryiah Katarine Ryiah just to add some extra skills to the mix.

On the other side of the room he saw Vera Noble Vera Noble , who appeared to be partnered up with Pan Pan . He opted not to distract her, deciding that she needed to focus on her own tournament. Maybe they would come across each other in later rounds?

The young Kiffar flexed his shoulder, the one that had taken a blaster bolt on Hapes. He'd recovered well since then, mostly with the assistance of the Temple medical staff. He'd finally been signed off to return to training and he'd only told a minor white lie to get there. He was mostly okay, probably closer to 97% than 100% but still mostly okay.

The Ithorian opposite drew a double bladed lightsaber and Kaelos nodded. He knew of the double bladed design, having looked into it when designing his own weapon. It required skills to utilise that he didn't have, he was much better off with a single bladed weapon.

A single bladed weapon which he drew from his belt. He activated the weapon, allowing it's blade of green plasma to ignite. "Let's have a good one and a safe one" he commented towards his opponent, taking up a Soresu stance. He would play the long game, the patient game.

He wouldn't attack first.

 

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Aris seemed very nonchalant, even cavalier, as he took his place opposite Tigris. Her gaze remained lifted to his handsome grinning features. But when that grin faded, her eyes darted lower, to the locus where his spine and line of his shoulder's crossed. His first movement would be betrayed by that pivot point, split seconds before his limbs moved.

Sparring. Remember, sparring.

She remained in a slightly crouched stance on the balls of her feet. Lean, corded muscles remained coiled, on a trigger for release the moment Aris moved. And move he did.

With remarkable speed for his size, the Epicanthix was upon her. It was not the bull rush of a brawler, but Tigris could see it was a powerful move taken under great control. She knew Aris would not be so easy to unbalance. The tattooed padawan wouldn't plant her feet in an attemtp to meet his blade head to head. The strength of the fellow padawan's attack was matched with equal give of Tigris' stance. Aris was built for power, Tigris was built for agility, the martial arts of her Seyugi trainers as graceful as a dancer. The ex-assassin pivoted lightly on one foot, swinging her body just out of the line of Aris' momentum. She caught his blade at an angle away from her body and nearly staggered from its mighty impact, but continued to move out of the way and guide Aris and his blade past her.

Instincts were hard to suppress, as Tigris felt the urge to strike a fist at his kidney. In a past life, it would be a blade. But the former Seyugi didn't act on it, of course. She would have to take Aris on with just her saber. Instead, she raised her saber to strike at him from her new position, to his side and slightly behind.

Everest Vale Everest Vale Aris Noble Aris Noble Zaiya Ceti Zaiya Ceti
 

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Location: New Jedi Order Temple, Coruscant
Objective: 1
Tag: Braze Braze

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The independence of a knight was what Ko found to be one of the better parts of graduating from a padawan. But admittedly things did seem easier back when he was just a student. Even if it didn’t feel that way a few years ago. Back when Ko was far less confident and assured in himself and his abilities to be an actual Jedi..

Standing next to the new knight Ko glanced down at Braze. Despite their field promotion Ko still believed that the young echani could still use some guidance easing him into their new role now in the absence of Master Kai’el. Although the Kel Dor often felt overly responsible as a jedi he wasn’t sure if that was really the most healthy way to conduct himself. Perhaps he could seek to offer some advice to help the over-achieving echani not make the same judgments he has.

“I guess some sparring wouldn’t be too bad.” After how he’d acted towards Braze not too long ago he owed it to the snowy teen to go along with their request. Ko himself didn’t really want to but he could forgo his own lazy ambitions here for his friend.

Looking over towards Braze Ko saw their robes. They started to look far more similar to his own darkened Jedi uniform. It seemed now like with their knighting, Braze was starting to also ‘look’ more like a Jedi as well. “Your robes look nice today… How long have you been wearing such dark tones?” He asked, for all he knew the echani teen had been dressing this way since he lost his eyes. Ko’s own wardrobe had taken a similar shift too. Since he was blind he didn’t realize how dark his own robes were. Such as the deep navy robes he wore now. He couldn’t really see what they looked like, so he wore them based on how comfortable they felt. Not realizing how gloomy he must’ve looked some days.

A moment later Ko would enter into the ring that Braze had suggested. Unclipping his lightsaber he held it up to turn a dial on his hilt. Lowering the intensity of the blade for something appropriate for sparring.
 
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Sazo tilted her head at her fellow Padawan, in curiosity. She studied her for a moment, before finally responding.

"...Wasn't planning on it. No point in a tournament to hold back, yes?", she responded with a smile. A gong sounded, indicated the start of their match.

"And all things come in good time, be yourself", she responded with a smile, as they walked into the floor. She saluted Reina, drawing her blade.

"Let's begin."

And with a burst of speed, Sazo sped to meet her opponent.
 
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Kai'el Brat "Guardian of the Light"


TAGS: Ko Vuto Ko Vuto
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Braze had his original saber, his training saber in hand. He turned it on and sluggishly shifted to toy with it's weight flourishing the blade with ease. "Since coming back from Ord Providence.... but thank you. The dark Navy colors suit your rust tinged skin well. " Braze offered weakly in reply. He looked Ko over curiously from toe to head.

He struck a poised stance before Ko, offering a cordial flourish—a saber salute followed by a respectful bow. "How are you adjusting to the new eyes? Everything look all right?" Braze asked, his voice measured as he began a slow, deliberate walk around Ko, like a predator circling its prey.

He knew all too well that Ko would have long since adapted to seeing through the Force—that sensing his surroundings had likely become as instinctive as breathing. The thought settled in Braze's mind, and he drew a slow breath through his nose, exhaling just as deliberately as he moved. By now he would have leap to action and attacked, but Braze was differnt... calmer, collected, not as anxious to 'play ' the game of tag... more observant as his green gaze rake dover Ko's form drinking in the smallest bits of movement and cataloging the information.
 



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Valery had been watching the spars unfold below, her arms loosely crossed as her eyes followed the movements of each Jedi locked in practice. The clash of sabers, the sharp pivot of a well-placed step, the quiet intensity of their focus — it was familiar. A reminder of the discipline that had always defined the Order, even as the galaxy itself seemed to shift and fracture around them.

But then, she felt it.

A presence she hadn't sensed in years. Her gaze lifted, flicking toward the balcony above, where a lone figure stood in quiet observation. He was not just another Knight passing through, not just another face lost in the ever-moving tide of the Temple halls.

Corin.

Dagon's former Padawan.

Her expression remained unreadable for a moment, but something flickered behind her gaze — recognition, curiosity. Then, without hesitation, she turned and made her way toward the stairs, boots quiet against the polished floors. It wasn't long before she was beside him, her head tilting slightly as she studied him.


"Didn't think I'd see you back in the Temple."

A pause. Then, something a little softer.

"It's been a while.."






 


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Tag: Pan Pan
Vera's grin widened at his introduction, her stance still light and easy. "Vera," she shot back, offering a quick nod. "And you're definitely cooler than a cooking pan. I'd say you rank at least frying pan level."

She barely had a moment to smirk before he moved. A simple strike — classic, direct. Smart for an opener. Vera's blade shifted instinctively, as she angled it to meet his wooden sword. The impact sent a small vibration through her hilt, but her grip stayed firm.

"Not bad!" she called, flashing him an approving grin. "Good control."

Then, with a sharp pivot, she stepped into her own strike. A smooth horizontal swing, aimed toward his midsection — not reckless, but just slow enough to be telegraphed. Easing into the spar, giving them both time to get a feel for each other's rhythm.

"Hope you're ready for some fun, Pan," she teased, eyes gleaming. "Because I don't go easy."


 

CORIN
JEDI TEMPLE | CORUSCANT
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Corin seemed a far cry from the student of Kaze. The Jedi Council member had vanished into Wild Space, and despite all warnings, Corin had pursued him. For a time, he too was considered lost - another victim of the same unknown fate. The man who re-emerged was no longer the one who had left. His features were more stoic, burdened with a quiet melancholy, and in the Force, his presence had grown colder, darker, tinged through with light. Yet it was his eyes that bore the most unsettling transformation - monstrous things now, marred with Force runes.

In recent times, proof of Corin's existence came in the form of brief reports from matters settled on the frontier fringes of space.

To see the Grandmaster again, it filled him with a sense of quiet nostalgia. A troublesome thing. Memories of places, of people, and all that occurred. Just another reminder of Iris, seeing her old master. Even that droid, after all those years, asked if she knew of his condition. Corin was not ready to see her, not yet.

"Neither did I," Corin said after a brief pause. He returned his gaze from Valery to the arena, "I need to see how Braze handles himself if I'm to take him further. Is he reliable?"


 

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Location: New Jedi Order Temple, Coruscant
Objective: 1
Tag: Braze Braze

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“Rust huh? Why does that sound a bit unflattering, like I'm weathered and crusty?” Ko replied with a tinge of amusement over Braze's comment on his appearance. “But getting used to my eyes has been a journey in itself. Sometimes I’m tempted to simply close them instead. To once again perceive the world was translucent geometry. However, to read again like I used to has made it all worth it.” The Kel Dor elaborated, cherishing the fact that can enjoy media like he used to and study things without first needing it read out loud or translated in a way he could read. Even after years of blindness Ko never got that good at reading tactile written language.

As they squared off Ko held his saber securely in both of his clawed hands. The elder knight lowered his posture some.Bending his knees and holding his saber low at his waist and pointed back and away from Braze. Outwardly looking as though Ko was presenting his whole body to strike at and putting himself between his opponent and his own weapon. A rather deceptive yet easy going guard.

He had the foresight to understand that Braze wouldn’t underestimate his perception here. Ko could even conceal how he was choosing to do so. His goggles could hide whether or not Ko closed his eyes to rely on The Force for insight or his own intuition. Both had their pros and cons in a fight.

Ko’s relaxed stance didn’t differ at all, he was being passive almost stubbornly so as he only moved to keep Braze in front of him. For him defense and offense were one in the same, while the stances may seem static and simple the transitions between them could be fluid. Ko was like a boulder ready to fall down a mountain side under the right provocations. Typical Kel Dor...
 


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Only saber prowess.

Aris caught himself in his strike, planting a foot heavily as he outright halted his momentum. She was experienced, very much so. That sort of strike wouldn't work on someone who knew to not take it full force, or was able to react to it. The solution was simple. He needed to be faster. He spun on that planted foot, both hands tightening on the grip of his blade as he stuck for hers.

A glancing deflection, but the sheer strength he carried he planned to take advantage of. The simple solution was he wasn't faster, but he could force her into taking his strikes.

Tigris Tigris
 
Tag: Kaelos Vryn Kaelos Vryn

Patience versus an Ithorian! A bold strategy for Kaelos to employ.

The Ithorian blinked, remaining exactly where he was.
Then, veeeeerrrry gradually, Weru blinked some more.
Then…

A mighty blink, followed by a soft bellow, not a battle cry, but a slow exhalation, as if preparing himself. Alas, it was merely to relax his muscles. He had taken Kaelos's words into full consideration and was now preparing a suitable reply.

"A safe contest, absolutely, and a nurturing one. I have heard many wonderful things about these saber tournaments and their positive effect on Padawan-Master relationships," Weru bellowed respectfully, stepping forward ever so slightly, then back again, testing his footing.

If Kaelos endured what an Ithorian would consider a 'timely' start, Weru's saber would begin a series of simple yet well-practiced rotations. His double-bladed weapon moved in an underhanded grip, displaying hints of Niman form. He offered no lunges or thrusts for Soresu to easily deflect, nor any wasted energy. Instead, the plasma swayed in controlled arcs, up close to his right side, then down his left, the rear blade trailing behind in a deliberate, simple practiced pattern, mirroring the motion from the opposite side.

Despite this measured start, he was advancing… slowly, patiently. But it was an illusion. Weru's center of gravity was lower, deceptive even to the trained eye. His wide stance provided unexpected stability, allowing subtle shifts without telegraphing his intent. His wrists remained loose, his grip relaxed, conserving energy while maintaining control.

Perhaps this duel would become a battle of endurance, of who could outlast the other. Or perhaps, it was won in the mind. A deliberate and well-prepared approach might reveal who Weru truly was… or perhaps…

His foot planted firmly, his body leaning as if he had committed too far. A flaw in his positioning or a mistake?

No, a feint. In an instant, his weight shifted. The Ithorian's uncommon center of gravity allowed him to glide sideways far easier than expected, veering toward Kaelos's right. His saber followed, the rear blade flicking low, a deceptive strike aimed at Kaelos's left knee.

But it was another misdirection on top of the first! The upper blade came down instead, arcing overhead in a controlled swing toward Kaelos's right shoulder, turning patience into a test of reaction. This was a padawan, not a master in speed, grip, stance, or aim, but the trick for his opponent was fighting something you'd never faced before, probably not in training either.
 
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Objective: Obj. 1
Equipment: Curved-Hilt Lightsaber, Jedi Clothes, Comlink, Utility Toolbelt
Tag: Caelan Valoren Caelan Valoren

Perhaps it was just how Ares was raised, but he noticed during his time amongst the Jedi that while they were honorable. The typical formalities when it comes to an engagement was often alluded to. Of course, it certainly helped that Ares was brought up with the education that many could only dream of, and yet it also came with its own fair share of expectations. Such things that Ares had mostly left behind when he had to forsake his name.

His other hand was tucked rather formally behind his back as Ares’s approach was simple. The blonde man approached with a practiced lunge, his lightsaber thrust straight and quick-like at Caelan’s center. Naturally he was aware that such a simple maneuver would be defended against, the question was how the other Padawan would defend, and whether they followed up on it or not. It was more of a test to see if the King was being too lax by not having their lightsaber protecting their front, or if his prowess was enough to back it up.

There was no Force power being utilized on Ares’s end, his footwork precisely where they ought to be to maintain balance and light enough to maneuver if necessary.
 


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Caelan noted his opponents stance, and the way he carried himself. Everything down to the placement of his off hand was studied carefully. You could tell a lot about someone just based on how they stood. You also had to be careful not to let what they showed lull you info a false sense of security. It was very easy to feign weaknesses in order to lure someone into a maneuver that ultimately left them open. He'd had it happen to him. On Woostri he had been completely played by a Sith monster. It was a hard lesson to learn.

Being as this was a test of blade prowess, not the Force, Caelan opted not to modify his speed or strength in this scenario. He would also still to using his one biological arm, not the prosthetic.

The other padawan came at him with a lunge. Caelan flicked his wrist up and around in a parry while stepping just slightly to the side so that if his opponent followed through, it would carry the blade harmlessly past him. He'd let his blade slide down that of Ares, before casually flitting the tip of it at his right thigh.


ATTIRE: Link | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8 | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace), Prosthetic Left Arm

TAGS: Ares Dargir Ares Dargir
 

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