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[Alyse Ti'Varnus]

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

 

[Orion Shattou]

Orion Shattou already be done up in his fencing gear. Everything but the helmet that is. His silver hair trickled down the sides of his face. His white blindfold tight across his face as his creepy smirk would be spread right across in his face. He never made any gestures of emotion as he was on the opposite side of the room from Alyse. The Sith Miraluka would feel the energy in the room, the movements of the previous combatants before him, the twists, the turns, the energy build up before a strike. The ripple effect the sweat made off their bodies as it hit the ground beneath their feet. Clapping, noises of applause followed by buzzer of marking a hit. Orion could paint the picture of the entire room moving. Having no eyes made the Miraluka spend his entire life channeling and using the force. It was all he knew, the force being of everything around them. Letting himself relax under his fencing gear as his posture never changed and his facial expression didn't either.

As the final duel was about to commence, the room got very quiet and still. It wasn't a barbarian spar of onslaught and fur, more of a respectful dual to practice containing ones rage and quick choices of action in combat. Most Sith Eternal could use this kind of training, instead of just lashing out in fury and strength. Seemingly the only Miraluka in the group as not to many knew of the species as they were a more peaceful race. Some would catch quick stares over at Orion with his blindfold on. Rolling his shoulders he would let his hand stick out and let the force uplift his mask into it perfectly. Knowing of the condition was easy to channel on as he stayed a few steps ahead. Looking at it through the force before even dawning it on in the change room. Tucking the mask between his arm and hip as he waited quietly and patiently for the final dual to end.

Standing in silence Orion would gather the force within him and his surroundings. Putting his focus into his mind as the sharpness of his mind is what makes his body a weapon. Feeling the energy coming off Alyse from across the room as the glow of her force radiated off her. It seemed she was the one he was going to spar against. Most sensing the "feeling" of the force but not seeing it was a lot different then to physically see it around you. His smirk still sat across his face as his eerie, creepy smile just stayed in its spot while the tightness of his blindfold made it impossible to show where hes looking at.

@Topher

 

[Alyse Ti'Varnus]

Reaching off to the side board, the blonde haired female picked up the waiting bottle of water, fingers wrapping around the dew ladened bottle of chilled liquid before raising the drink to her lips. Her eyes scanning over the mingling crowd that were applauding the two combatants as they shook hands at the completion of thier bout,a closely fought match that only had a single point deciding the final out come. It was hard to fathom that the final match would have her as one of the combatants, she knew her skills were wanting. After all she had watched those who took to the fighting pits at the Eternal Stronghold. The ferocity, vigour and lethality of the legionnaires she observed, only reassured her of her acceptance that she was a long way off from becoming a warrior.

As Alyse's gaze panned over the crowd, she caught sight of a silver haired figure standing directly opposite from her. A bemused and curious expression crossing her features as her eyes fell upon the sight of his blindfold, a quick cursory glance over his body gave indication that he was a participant of the tournament. But he was clearly blindfolded, which made the blonde cultist wonder whether this man was so confident in his skills that he could fight blindfolded! A pensive expression curled on her features, as she read the currents of the Force around her, honing in on the presence of the other Force User - in that instance it made sense, this figure was a Miraluka, well she believed that was the case. Having had little exposure to alot of the races that inhabit the Galaxy, she would often rely on either what she had read or even heard from boasting space travellers, that would describe the eyeless near humans, and calling them Seers.

"Will Ms Ti'varnus and Master Shattou approach the floor" the judges voice rang out over the speaker system, forcing the young blonde to snap herself out of her contemplations. With a deep calming breath, Alyse pulled the helmet over her head. And, stepped forward, taking the hilt of her rapier firmly in her grasp. Coming to a standstill, Alyse held her blade so it was pointed to the floor before respectfuly bowing to her opponent. Once the prematch formalities were out of the way, the dark leather clad female stepped over to her marker, her passive arm tucking behind her back as she poised her blade in an upward angle ahead of her in the starting stance..

 

[Orion Shattou]

Orion Shattou would hear the speaker overhead. His hand shifted upwards and slid his fencing helmet over his face. The blindfold peaking between the small netting of the face of the mask. He moved his way to the floor and held his rapier loosely by the hilt as he made his way to the center. His smirk still on his face as his body stood away from her. Letting his rapier tilt towards the floor and give her the courtesy back. Letting himself start at the beginning pose and have his rapier pointed forward on a angle with his free hand behind his back he would wait. Waiting for the announcer to begin the spar. His senses in tune as he felt the force around her, throbbing off her frame and giving out its energy. The flow of it from the floor to the ceiling. Feeling the nature of it. It would take only mere seconds after the announcer to begin he would let his grip stay easy to maneuver but firm enough to hold onto with retaliation.

Shifting his arm he would push to the side letting his hand gripping the rapier's handle with speed t descend on a awkward angle to the lower hip part region. The movement would be course and flowing but with a great speed. Letting the weight of the blade do the work as the last couple feet before contact he would bring it back in a pendulum motion and swing his body around letting the his body go sideways for a smaller target and his rapier coming from the opposite side, his blade coming high to the side of the mask letting her reaction time to the low blow leave her partly exposed to the high facial area with the spin. His facial expression under the mask was the same but his body very fluent. A bond of flexibility with the grip of strength in his movements. The swinging motion to her higher part of her mask with connecting or not would have him still sideways with his posture and frame tight as he stood across from her vertically and not horizontally.

@Topher