as above, so below
Leaving an indented trail from their heels, the groaning knight was dragged out by assistant droids, clutching their scorched and burning arm and legs. The red Twi'lek had put up a fair fight, and Vella bookmarked their use of the environment as something she'd try to carry forward. When the alien had kicked sand and grit into Vella's eyes, the opponent had bought enough time to prolong the inevitable. It hadn't been enough, though, evidenced by the robots dragging the crimson-skinned woman away and lofting her to a stretcher to address her wounds.
Which left Vella in the sand ring alone, a triumphant, crooked grin cracked along her tattooed face. This day had started out as a lesson for a handful of knights on advancing their sabre techniques, and it was wrapping up with seeing who was able to apply the lessons under duress.
Curls of golden dust clouded around her feet while she paced, looking up to the stands with predatory intent. There were a few other knights peppered here and there in the otherwise empty seats. When this facility wasn't used a spot to train, it was a full-style gladiatorial arena for defectors or rebels alike. It was an interesting juxtaposition, an arena of heat and history amidst Bastion's otherwise modern city-like architecture. These sands craved blood, and something about spectating made people equally malicious.
"Only a few of us left." She observed, giving her blade a twirl casually by her side. "Shall we reduce the numbers even more, show the masters who's ready?"
Zachary Ludwig
Which left Vella in the sand ring alone, a triumphant, crooked grin cracked along her tattooed face. This day had started out as a lesson for a handful of knights on advancing their sabre techniques, and it was wrapping up with seeing who was able to apply the lessons under duress.
Curls of golden dust clouded around her feet while she paced, looking up to the stands with predatory intent. There were a few other knights peppered here and there in the otherwise empty seats. When this facility wasn't used a spot to train, it was a full-style gladiatorial arena for defectors or rebels alike. It was an interesting juxtaposition, an arena of heat and history amidst Bastion's otherwise modern city-like architecture. These sands craved blood, and something about spectating made people equally malicious.
"Only a few of us left." She observed, giving her blade a twirl casually by her side. "Shall we reduce the numbers even more, show the masters who's ready?"
Zachary Ludwig
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