As the Kaleesh spoke, Xavka raised a hairless brow slightly at the demand of a salute before the fight begun, huffing in brief amusement within his mind but allowing none of it to appear on his face. Reaching back over his head as he arose from his prone position on the floor, Xavka pulled the cowl of his cloak over his head, bathing the majority his face in deep shadow.
Bowing slightly at the waist, the most that he could preform that was an obvious salute while still obeying the strict customs of Iridonian duels, Xavka spoke, breaking the silence that had settle between the two fighters.
"To reiterate, this will be a duel of the body and mind. No usage of the Force is permitted, in any form or way. Weapons of both ranged and melee nature are allowed to be used along with our own bodies. This fight is to be to unconsciousness or submission, no death is permitted, although lethal attacks are allowed with the intent to serve as distractions. Agreed? If so, you may begin this fight when you are ready, mali'kep."
While he had been speaking, Xavka had reaching inside his robes, withdrawing a sword from a hidden sheath and holding it loosely in his sole hand, his right hand, the tip touching the unseen ground beneath his fit as it exposed the view of the surrounding sea.
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