Shadow In The Night
Perhaps there was some poetic sentiment to such a notion, but right now it was lost on one woman, who stood in the cargo hold of her ship, with no shroud, her face plain as day as she watched the opposite wall in the near distance.
This was her ship, yes, Star’s Sanctum, a freighter, but it had a passenger, a partner, who was as welcome as a guest in her own home. More than that, said guest was a fellow explorer, adventurer, and a Jedi flying by her side.
Into day. Into night. The woman sighed, brave, despite the fact that this fight was more of a dance, with attacks that were less about surviving and more about enhancing. That said, it would be unsurprising if a nonlethal shock to the neck, felt like a needle, would cause the recipient to think twice about mistaking this session for recreation.
No, this was no contest, but it was practice. A spar was by far one of the ways in which warriors honed their blades with one another, to know themselves as much as their enemies. Well, Jedi Knight Vayla Mirana would hope to please her opponent by offering a duel that might fuel him to learn in turn.
A Knight, she was. A Padawan, he was. When I met you, I was but the learner. Vayla remembered of her own master. If you were here now…would you burn me to the ground?
“On guard, Padawan.” The Knight smiled, the tip of her cyan blade pointing her opponent’s way.
The hilt gripped in her right hand, the Pantoran taking a stance that offered him her right flank.
Her lightsaber was set on stun, she had no armor, just white robes streaked in blue head to toe.
“You can attack me first, if you wish, or I can advance.” She shrugged. “It makes no difference...”
