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While Vyrzen's been resting after training his basic abilities, Avreet prepared the dueling room for the upcoming fight. Real combat environment was full of things one could use to their advantage, meaning the Mon Calamari had to order several lowly Acolytes bring a few chairs and tables into the room. After littering the red sand of Korriban over the floor and playing with the room settings, increasing the air humidity, the Sith Crusader felt it was ready. This certainly was not meant to simulate any real combat situation, as Avreet would have chosen the artificial simulation in that case, but to see how Vyrzen performed and easily discover his mistakes. Avreet had yet to test his apprentice to see how he fared in lightsaber combat before letting him join the upcoming Acolyte tournament... He wouldn't want to see his apprentice get steamrolled by some godmoding participant, after all!
Sitting atop of a table in a cross-legged position, something unusual for the Mon Cal, Avreet’s face remained motionless while his beautiful orange eyes glared at the door, expecting the young Zabrak to enter any second. Feeling the Acolyte drew closer, the amphibious Sith stood up and his right hand took one of the curved lightsaber hilts hanging on his belt, firmly grasping the weapon in his moist palm. “Welcome, apprentice.” Not wasting any more time, Avreet waved towards the door control panel with his left hand, closing the door behind young Vyrzen. “Attack me,” ordered the Sith, his left hand slightly touching his heavy cloak to lift it and allow his movements to be less restricted without the cloak getting in his steps. Obviously, the cloak itself would serve some purpose, as many things could be used in combat. Avreet briefly considered the chance of being bested by his young apprentice, but that'd only mark the vast progress of the Acolyte's training and his promotion drawing near.
Sitting atop of a table in a cross-legged position, something unusual for the Mon Cal, Avreet’s face remained motionless while his beautiful orange eyes glared at the door, expecting the young Zabrak to enter any second. Feeling the Acolyte drew closer, the amphibious Sith stood up and his right hand took one of the curved lightsaber hilts hanging on his belt, firmly grasping the weapon in his moist palm. “Welcome, apprentice.” Not wasting any more time, Avreet waved towards the door control panel with his left hand, closing the door behind young Vyrzen. “Attack me,” ordered the Sith, his left hand slightly touching his heavy cloak to lift it and allow his movements to be less restricted without the cloak getting in his steps. Obviously, the cloak itself would serve some purpose, as many things could be used in combat. Avreet briefly considered the chance of being bested by his young apprentice, but that'd only mark the vast progress of the Acolyte's training and his promotion drawing near.