Attack of the Blondes

[Qhorin Solas]

[member="Xander Carrick"]

--Voss; A meadow in the forest...

Cronos closed his eyes and saw.

Tall trees encircled an expanse of knee high weeds and wildflowers. Branches twisted overhead, the verdant canopy penetrated by slanting shafts of light. Wind slipped through the trees, gusting across the forest, thick with pollen. Rustling leaves and leaning stalks of grass marked its passage. In the distance, a mountain range towered high above, overlooking the woodlands. Stones sat here and there, some as wide as he was tall, others scarcely larger than his head, and others still were small, tiny even, little more than pebbles.

Cronos sat atop one of those rocks, gathering his energies in preparation for his spar with Master Carrick of the Silver Jedi.

 

[Garza]

A young man wanted a challenge.

And so I came.

I had taken a simple speeder out to the meadows in which we would meet in. Just at the base of mountains upon the very home planet of the Voss, and base for the Silver Jedi. It was within these meadows that I would come to face him. I came dressed in my simple armorweave suit. Having only my hammer, and my blue Lightsaber, I got off the speeder. And stepped into the depths of the woods. Moving at a very easy pace as I could feel the young man. Filled with the light. Yet still having a small hint of doubt. On the verge of a Grey Jedi, and one of the Religious Jedi. Either I wouldn't mind, or care for.

I continued to saunter past the trees. Hearing a slight crunching under my boots as I came out into an opening where rocks were placed by nature. The field filled with flowers that bloomed by the love of their mother. I saw the man sitting upon one of the larger rocks. Even from here I could tell that he would be tall. Likely to be the same height, or close to my own height. I knew this man would be a challenge. A sense told me that this would be fun, and enjoyable even should I lose to him.

"Cronos. Titan of Time, Father of the Gods from a long gone culture. I guess I should have expected to see a tall, young man."

My hands were down on my hips. Ready to draw should the man suddenly attack.

"Welcome to Voss, and may you find this... entertaining."

[member="Cronos Aegir"]

 

[Qhorin Solas]

Cronos hadn't known that about his name. Nor did he consider himself young, but... he was, wasn't he? For that he was a late twenty-something man, he'd only been "born" eight years ago. "Right," he said as he slid off the rock, voice calm and quiet, little more than a whisper. "Entertaining." He opened his eyes.

Master Carrick was roughly the same height as Cronos, but stockier, and clad in form fitting armor. "Greetings, Master Carrick," he said, louder this time. "And good luck." He held out his left hand and his lightsaber leapt into it. There was a snap, then a hiss, and golden light splashed across his face. "I am ready whenever you are."

He'd pooled his energies enough. It was time to duel.

[member="Xander Carrick"]