Djak Mikos
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((This is a friendly sparring match between two padawans with previous Force training in exotic disciplines.))
Ac'craddon walked into the arena, his lekku twitching. His tunic had been discarded at the door, as had his utility belt. Clad in simple pants that did nothing to hinder movement, his lightsaber cradled in his hand, the Twi'lek waited for his opponent.
Var was a Jedi Padawan, and fate had brought them together in a complicated series of events. When the two quazi-rivals finally came face-to-face, they could talk, work, or spar, but had no time for any combination therof. They had chosen to spar.
Ac'craddon didn't ignite his lightsaber, but stood silently. His bare feet gripped the floor, and he began to meditate as he waited.
When the door opened, so did his eyes.
Ac'craddon walked into the arena, his lekku twitching. His tunic had been discarded at the door, as had his utility belt. Clad in simple pants that did nothing to hinder movement, his lightsaber cradled in his hand, the Twi'lek waited for his opponent.
Var was a Jedi Padawan, and fate had brought them together in a complicated series of events. When the two quazi-rivals finally came face-to-face, they could talk, work, or spar, but had no time for any combination therof. They had chosen to spar.
Ac'craddon didn't ignite his lightsaber, but stood silently. His bare feet gripped the floor, and he began to meditate as he waited.
When the door opened, so did his eyes.