Advance on the Forte

[Crystalmath]

Ichabod wandered back and forth across the dueling chamber, a concentrated glare to his eyes, twirling the hilt of his light-saber in his right hand as he waited for his opponent to arrive. He'd been seeking out someone to hone his swordplay on and the arena seemed the perfect opportunity, there would be no usage of the force, just speed, strength, agility and accuracy that was came naturally to the two opponents. Although, in Ichabods case it was somewhat cybernetically enhanced, given his petite nature he convinced himself it was still fairplay.

He ran a hand through his hair as he waited.

 

[Sreeya]

OoC: Char made for the purpose of dueling.

Pinky was happy to enter the arena. She was dressed in all pink, bearing two lightsabers with pink, fuzzy hilts. Pinky knew she would provide a damn good challenge to her opponent. As she arrived on the field, she blew Ichabod a kiss, batting her eyelashes. Her pigtails bounced happily as she came to stand a few feet before him.

"You first!!"

She giggled in a high pitched voice that was enough to make anyone wanna put a bullet through their brain. Pinky happily drew out one of the saber hilts, hopping around comically to show that she was prepared to fight.

 

[Crystalmath]

Ichabod stopped in his tracks, as the pink frilly girl bounded her way into the arena like she'd been spewed from the gut of the dark side itself. He'd worn the same outfit to a party on Jaminere once. Her shrill voice caused his spine to tingle, he was going to enjoy fighting her far too much.

Hopping on the spot a few times to get his blood flowing he came towards her, not too quickly, but as got within range he tilted his body so he was partially side on to her, reducing the immediate body surface she could strike back at as he slashed his saber back at her with a flick of his right wrist from his outstretched arm, aiming at slashing across her shoulder, curving down to her chest from her right to as far left as his reach would allow.

 

[Sreeya]

Pinky saw his strike come in from her left, noting that he put a fair amount of distance between them. As the swing came in, Pinky ignited her right saber and swung it upwards from underneath his strike to meet his saber in a skewed perpendicular fashion, rushing forth to meet his attack. She kept the sabers engaged, twirling like a ballerina to circle around his flank. She pushed his saber in the opposite direction of her pivot, back towards his center while she moved out laterally. At last, she brought her saber down with her. Her last action worked to put his saber out of bay, leaving his right flank slightly exposed. Pinky's pivot would cover the distance, her saber trailing down diagonally to cut through the side of his ribs and circle around to his back. At the end of her attack, she would be behind him.

 

[Crystalmath]

With his saber pushed back, his right arm crossing his body, she slashed her blade at his right side. Adrenaline coursed through him, surprised by the skill the girl showed he whipped his arm back, twisting it and his wrist down swiftly so his lightsaber pointed vertically down, centermeters from his side so it collided with her blade. As she moved behind him, Ichabod pivoted to his right, twisting his wrist and arm back and up so their blades arched up together and away from him as he moved under them to her side.

As he did this he reached out with his cybernetic hand and tried to grab hold of her hair, which he'd proceed to yank with mechanically advanced strength.