The air rang with the rapid clattering sounds of metal striking against each other, accompanied by heavy shuffling footfall, as two masked figures appeared to be in a deadlock, each of their lunging strikes being parried and countered by the other. Pursing her lips in thought, a blonde haired figure clad in a dark rancor leather bodice and matching leggings, watched on from the sidelines, intently studying the movements of the two combatants as they appeared to be locked in a dead heat against each other. Her gloved fingers tapping pensively against the ornate looking metal wrapping that formed the cup hilt of her rapier sword, each subconscious tapping of her finger, timed with the momentum and pace of the two swordsmen.
She had figured that taking a break from the countless hours spent hidden away in the candle lit darkness of her study, was long over due. Not only had she felt the need to get out of the dark and gloomy confines of her abode and get some fresh air, but she needed to take the opportunity to exert herself and engage in some physical activity. One of the more prominent choices was to make the journey from her home on Bakura, to the Anoat system so to take part in the annual fencing tournament on the tropical world of Anantapar. Something that to the young woman brought up within the fringes of Bakura's ruling aristocracy, seemed to be the ideal respite offering an opportunity to not only escape the dreary weather of her home's winter season, but to practice and hone her abilities with her blade.
A loud buzzer rang out from the centre of the large hall, signalling that the judges had confirmed a clean strike on one of the combatants torso. The blow eliciting a gentle round of applause from those observing the duel, and light mutterings between the onlookers, before the sound dissipated into a polite silence as the two figures prepared themselves to commence the final duel for the wining match point. Figuring that it would only be a matter of time until it would soon be her time to engage in the next bout, Alyse reached down to the face mask that was resting against her ankle, picking it up and looking it over, carrying out a brief inspection just to make sure that there was no lingering damage from her last bout.
Satisfied that her mask was intact, the young woman tucked it between her waist and her arm before proceeding to fasten and lace up her forearm bracers. Her mind focusing away from her pre-match routine, and into the Force channelling it through her mind and body so to prepare herself for her coming bout. Her eyes closing as she drew the last of her lacing straps tight, Alyse's brow furrowing as she could sense the presence of other Force users near by.
@Exhilian& @Wit if he wants to join