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There he stood, as planted as a statue and as grave as a tombstone; the silvery metal of his armor like the hard contours of the headstone, and the thick smooth of black material hanging between it like the morbid shadow in each stroke of etching that carve out the name upon it. It was Roran's name today, Roran Grey; carved into the gaze of those yellow eyes, piercing yet not malicious in their presence. His arms were folded over his chest tightly, white hair pulled back into a high ponytail, as he wait there in the sparring room.
The newly christened Battle Master, once Imperial Knight, had gone over several dueling events and had come across this one. Curious when the name came up in the records as expelled, but upon further reading found his expulsion to be recently revoked. The name seemed familiar, but he gave it no time to drift through his thoughts. Instead, he sought to bring a meeting to the Jedi returned in the only confrontational way he knew how. Had these circumstances been a year prior, Zsakriel would have greeted him with an entirely different and strange personality, but these days he was just all business and action. His two lightsaber dangled before his hips along the crossing belts, and the longsword hung strong at his side. He was as ready as always, even looking as if he might attemtp to behead the Jedi on first glance; but there was a control, a reserve, in his presence that spoke volumes.
The newly christened Battle Master, once Imperial Knight, had gone over several dueling events and had come across this one. Curious when the name came up in the records as expelled, but upon further reading found his expulsion to be recently revoked. The name seemed familiar, but he gave it no time to drift through his thoughts. Instead, he sought to bring a meeting to the Jedi returned in the only confrontational way he knew how. Had these circumstances been a year prior, Zsakriel would have greeted him with an entirely different and strange personality, but these days he was just all business and action. His two lightsaber dangled before his hips along the crossing belts, and the longsword hung strong at his side. He was as ready as always, even looking as if he might attemtp to behead the Jedi on first glance; but there was a control, a reserve, in his presence that spoke volumes.