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Fair Competition

Standing in the center of a trio of magnaguards right hand tucked at the small of his back, Aeneis waited. Sweat covered the Arkanian’s brow and had flowed far enough down his body to stain and soak the collar of the white shirt he wore. Much like the shirt, his pants were also white, stained with dirt, grime and who knew what else. Chest rising and falling the Corellian glanced left, right and then behind himself keeping track of the droids as they circled him like Vornskr’s who’d spotted their prey. Aeneis had only begun his training a few months prior but for years he’d served as apart of the Shocktrooper corps. He’d been honed by war, molded by it, made a weapon by his superiors within the Corellian Confederation. What he truly sought was to become far greater than a weapon, Aeneis sought to become a force unparalleled by any who wished to impede his path. This was just the first step.

In an instant the droids moved, and so did the soldier. Sidestepping to the left, Aeneis brought his crimson bladed saber up and around where it batted away a overhanded blow meant to cave the crown of his skull in. An opening was present in that moment, one that would allow him to grant a swift end to the machinations life. Before he was able to follow through with his thought Aeneis had to sidestep to the left once more narrowly dodging another blow this one from the second droid. The third droid didn’t even get the chance to lash out as Aeneis spun the saber in his grip and jabbed it backward into the torso of it. Sparks shot free of the mechanical being, the scent of fried circuitry that it emitted unappealing to one's olfactory senses and causing Aeneis’ face to turn into a grimace.

Gold eyes dancing between the last two droids, Aeneis simply reassumed his starting stance and moved to engage. His red blade carved blood-shine serpents in the air as he danced between the two droids entering a set of defensive velocities that always kept him on the retreat. After five minutes there was a loud klaxon that blared signaling the end of the duel. By the time it had rung, the Corellian’s white shirt from the collar down to the base was soaked and clinging to his body. Silvery-white hair matted to his scalp, the neophyte sat waiting for his next round of training. What was supposedly a live sparring session against another.

[member="Eli-Mae Forrest"]
 
Eli had done her fair share of training, both in the saber and the force. In her time under her master she had also continued to train in her hand to hand combat. The one thing that Eli had not had the chance to do was duel someone who was not her master, though he was arguably one of the best duelists in the galaxy she figured she should branch out, because learning to combat different dueling styles. So she set up a sparring match with a very well known Duelist.

On this day Eli wore her newly crafted armor, she had grown to love this armor. It was very very protective, made from a body glove and armor plating that covered the majority of her body. The helmet of her suit was able to fold into the rest of her armor. As she entered the room she saw the man sitting she smiled and said "Hello there"

[member="Aeneis Valdemar"]
 
Head bowed low, Aeneis examined the curved hilt of his saber no particular interest in it but taking note of the properties of it. Since the beginning of his training, the Arkanian had begun taking to the use of a lightsaber instead of the weapons of a soldier. Of course in the field, he’d never be able to use the lightsaber as it would give away his skills and training. How he wished he could openly display his talents on the battlefield without drawing the suspicion of the Green Jedi for not joining them upon realizing he could use the force. Plus the more probing questions on how he had received the training.

So lost in thought the Corellian had paid no attention to the hiss of the door sliding open admitting his opponent in. It was only her voice that brought the Arkanian-offshoot back to reality where he looked up to her from where he sat. Offering a weak smile, Aeneis rose to his feet where he stood taller than the armored woman. One thing he had noticed within the Confederacy space and about their hierarchy was the sheer number of women they possessed in their force using corps. Let alone how attractive some were. Taking in his opponent from the crown of those crimson locks down to her armored feet Aeneis took notes on her stance.

It was smart for her to come armored, one knew the dangers of a lightsaber and just how damning a blow to the body could be. Aeneis, on the other hand, wore none. “Eli-mae I presume?” Offering his hand to her, the soldier gave a slight incline of his head out of respect. “It is a pleasure to meet you. A pleasant change of pace to have human company instead of droids in battle. Are you ready, or do you need some time to warm up?”

[member="Eli-Mae Forrest"]
 
Eli stepped forward, she was ready. She had recently created her lightsabers and had just gotten used to using them. She was an unorthodox duelist to say the least, she used a mixture of forms 3,4, and 5. Though form 4 was her main form she had to learn form 5 for blaster bolt deflection and it was never bad to have a good defense.

She would smile gently and say "I am ready" as she did she would hit the button letting her helmet come out of her armor and close in over her head. She looked at her HUD as it started up, it scanned the room around her. She reached to her belt and grabbed her sabers. The one in her left held in standard grip while the right was held in an unorthodox reverse grip.

[member="Aeneis Valdemar"]
 
The readiness of his opponent brought the tinge of a smile to Aeneis’ lips. So many people within the Confederacy seemed more than ready to jump at the opportunity to fight another. To test their mettle against another that was competent. For Aeneis this provided an outlet for his emotions, the deep seated fear that one day he’d be found out. That his secret would be leaked, or the sheer remorse for the atrocities he committed during battle. Freeing and expressing these emotions through combat were just as important as the training and knowledge he acquired.

Flipping a switch on his lightsaber Aeneis turned the lightsaber to stun, even if his opponents armor could take a hit from a full blown lightsaber it didn’t mean that Aeneis wanted to take the risk. Always better to be safe than sorry. The hilt in his left hand, Aeneis’ body turned offering the same side to Eli. His feet spaced a bit under shoulder’s width apart his right foot pointed off and to the right. His left angled at the red-headed woman. A stance unlike any other lightsaber form, Aeneis having branched off the foundations of the other forms to utilize one more in line with his teachings as a soldier. Though the way in which he held the hilt of his saber hinted at Makashi having been the originating form.

Knees slightly bending, he offered Eli one last smile. Between the two there was a brief period of silence and then a snap-hiss. From the hilt of the saber a crimson blade came to life, its lethal hum filling the air. The Arkanian’s movement began in his rear foot, that pushed slightly off the ground, his left foot taking a small step forward and inwards to the right. From there the saber came down and thrust forward towards the center of Eli’s chest.

[member="Eli-Mae Forrest"]
 
Eli would smile softly as her hands found the hilts of her lightsabers. As she gripped her sabers they were perfect for the small girl. When creating them she had taken into account the way the hilts would fit into her grip. Upon the man grabbing his saber she watched him for a split second before hitting the switches on the two sabers the two igniting the blades with a sharp hiss. The light of her sabers lit each side of her face, one purple one yellow this made her face represent her stance in the force, stuck between the light and the dark. She held her sabers in the unorthodox reverse grip and prepared herself. She took her stance, placing he left blade infront of her but pointed away from her body and her right behind her pointing across her body. Her feet placed shoulder width apart.

As the man made his move forward and to the right she would apply light pressure on her right foot stepping back and to the left mirroring her opponents move. As the strike came for her chest she used her main weapon to redirect the attack away from her. As she did this she quickly picked up her left foot and took a step forward, at the same time bringing her right arm up and slicing at the mans chest.

[member="Aeneis Valdemar"]
 
The one who delivers the first strike is often the one who dictates the flow the fight will take. The intensity, the movements that his foe makes to counter him, the counters his foe will have to employ to hold his assault at bay. It wasn’t often that Aeneis attacked first, but in the instances he did there was usually a method to his madness. The Arkanian’s adopted stance being a departure from the norm when it came to lightsaber forms carried with it a myriad of benefits. Such as people not knowing how he was going to attack of what avenue he was going to take.

The fact that Eli managed to deflect the saber was good, it spoke well of her skills but she hadn’t used that opportunity to strike out. At least not with the saber she should’ve. The fact that she was attacking with the reverse grip saber easily telegraphed where the blade was going to be. The reason a reverse-grip was unorthodox was because of the negatives that came with using it. Especially the range of movement and ways of attack, it would’ve been obvious and a tactical mistake with a shortsword. But with a full length saber it was far worse.

Still on the balls of his feet, Aeneis’ right foot moved slightly to the left, fully turning the soldiers body to the side. Up the saber in Eli’s right hand came, passing harmlessly through the air. Here if he wished the man knew he could end the fight in one move. But she’d come for training, not to be injured and sent to an infirmary immediately.

Aeneis’ body then began to shift, changing position. Pivoting on his left foot and quickly shifting sides, his right foot came forward, his right side now facing his opponent as he entered her guard. From there he struck. Due to deflecting his saber off to the side, and then lashing out with her saber in a slash it left quite the large opening in Eli’s core.

The strike originated not from Aeneis’ arm, or even his core. It originated from his left foot, the flow of energy and force traveling up and through his torso, and down the right arm that extended outward in an open-palm strike directly at the center of the red-headed woman’s chest. An attack meant to throw her off her feet and to the ground.

[member="Eli-Mae Forrest"]
 
Eli knew that she had left herself open to being hit in the chest, she prepared herself for the stun that came from the current setting of the lightsaber, however it never came. she knew now that she must be smart and not let her opponent get solid hits on her she could not tank every hit, so she fell back on the first thing her master taught her, she would need to try to anticipate the man's moves before he made them. If done right she would be able to dodge most of his moves, and the ones she couldnt she would have to redirect hopefully using their momentum as her own.

As the man struck her in the chest she would not go as far as it would be expected as the bottom of her feet were covered with a material called Gecko-Grip. This allowed for better traction. Upon landing the small redhead would maintain her distance, she would take a moment and think, it was then that her HUD would start doing its work. It had been analyzing the man's combat style since they had started the duel. The HUD began to give her suggestions on tactics, it told her that her best bet would be to get inside his guard, use her smaller size and flexibility to her advantage.

With that knowledge under her belt she stepped forward before advancing on the man, she would very quickly slash out with her longer weapon for the mans chest leaving her side arm to defend her torso. The energy for her strike initially started with a simple move of her right foot, from there it went up her torso and out through her left arm. Should the strike land she would use the force to augment a leap and flip over the man using both of her weapons to protect her exposed torso and head before dropping her guard to attempt a slash with her longer weapon. Should it miss she would fall back to a defensive stance and prepare herself

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[member="Aeneis Valdemar"]
 
The use of tech was perhaps one of the biggest advantages that Eli had in the duel. Something that Aeneis lacked, something that could defend her supple flesh, aid her in calculations and maneuvers. So many things, but that did not phase the soldier, he did not think it unfair. In a fight one must use every advantage they had, every tool at their disposal. A fight wasn’t about simply winning, it was about surviving to see a new day. That was a lesson far more people in the galaxy needed to take to heart in the Arkanian’s mind.

While the distance was held between them Aeneis made no move to shift his stance, there was no need for now, it would be a wasted movement. Resting on the balls of his feet, breathing calm, emotionally centered he watched her approach. No flinching, no sense of fear, Aeneis simply let Eli approach and as she delivered out the strike, his right leg pulled back. Shifting positions with his left turning his body once more, the Corellian brought his own saber up in an arc from his left to right as he altered his stance. Aeneis’ crimson blade collided with the saber in Eli’s left hand sending the blow off and to the right narrowly missing the Corellian’s body. Air whistled as it flew past, a dangerous strike, one that would be lethal and dangerous in any duel. Especially for the usual saber wielders who fought flat footed.

The girl was improving quickly, or was she simply hitting her stride now? Either way it was impressive and brought the ghost of a smirk to the Arkanian’s face. Instead of continuing an onslaught she instead leapt over Aeneis’ head. Her sabers however were posed to protect her head and torso, yet when you flip the legs were just as important and were a far more appetizing target in such instances. Once more instead of going for the killing blow or what would be Aeneis went for the lesson. Tracking her progress through the air and approaching the ground, the soldier’s right leg came around in a small, short sweep where her ankles were coming down but before they met the ground. All this to turn what could’ve been a graceful flip on Eli’s part, into him letting her fall unceremoniously to the ground on her side.

[member="Eli-Mae Forrest"]
 
As Eli started her flip she was confident, perhaps too confident. The thought of her legs being exposed didn't even hit her until she was completely inverted, by that point in time she had no time to correct her mistake, so she prepared herself, she could somewhat predict the direction that she would go. All of this came to her by the time she had completed her flip.

Upon her legs being swept out from under her she felt herself go into a sommesault to her left. She stretched out her right arm in the process she would let go of her saber instinctively and upon her arm hitting the ground the Geckogrip took ahold, it allowed her to control her fall, she would bounce off of that arm and rebound onto her feet. It was at this point she was thanking her father for training her in martial arts at a young age. As soon as she regained her footing she would reach out with the force and pull her saber to her. She would get back on the balls of her feet. she noted that acrobatics wouldn't do it.

Stepping forward the small redhead would reignite her off hand saber and decided once more that offense was the way to go. She would make a wide swipe for the man's chest she would start this strike with a twist of her hips letting the power come from her core, she knew this would do much to the man but for the moment she was content just testing his guard and letting her armor analyze his fighting style.

[member="Aeneis Valdemar"]
 
With Eli catching herself mid-fall, even Aeneis had to admit he was impressed by her skill and quick thinking. Along with the armor she used it was certainly a combination that would put her above many in combat. She knew how to use her armor as an extension of herself, and the longer the fight drew on the more she learned.

Correcting his stance to have his left side facing Eli as she rose and retrieved her saber Aeneis offered her a reassuring nod. Combat was no place for words, it was important that everyone learn the lesson. Too many Jedi, Sith and rogue elements loved to monologue during fights. They gloated, they wished to lord their skill over another. Speaking simply offered openings for one to exploit so for now a respectful nod was the most that could be given.

Saber held, in his hand Aeneis watched the girl come in once more wondering just how much she’d learned from her master and how much he was teaching her by simply fighting. Turning his wrist clockwise so the tip of his saber pointed down and to the right Aenis raised his arm. The clash of sabers echoed off the chambers, sparks shot free from the blades upon collision.

Gritting his teeth, the right side of Aeneis’ lips twitched in a ghost of a smile. With Eli’s lightsaber sliding across his he let her blade pass. Her having twisted her hips to put more force behind the blow was a good move, one the Corellian noted would’ve put him in quite the bind depending on how he blocked. But now she’d provided an opening.

Aenis’ moved, less of a step and more like a short pounce. One learned that you didn’t step forward with your dominant foot all the time, instead the movement originated from the foot pulled back. Moving forward and to the left gave the Arkanian a prime target, the side Eli had exposed by twisting her hips.

Arm shifting from its raised position Aeneis brought it down, his wrist twisting counter clockwise to bring the saber in a slash down across the left side of Eli’s back and side. Right foot moving to once more be behind him.

[member="Eli-Mae Forrest"]
 
As her blade slid across her opponents the small redhead made a note that his guard would not be easy to break. The small redhead had learned to duel first one handed then two handed, but one of her strongest techniques was the use of form 3, a purely defensive form. When her blade slid off she knew that before long an attack would come from her opponent.

As soon as that thought crossed her mind her left arm went over her shoulder and her right behind her both in an attempt to block the saber. However she knew that this was not going to go well for her. As the saber made contact with her side arm her guard would break and the saber would end up pushing her own saber into her side.

The young girl flinched as her own saber hit her, but luckily she had set it to stun as the battle began. So this hit only hurt for a moment. She had taken a step to the left to get away from her own saber. She thought for a moment, she had originally learned to duel with one saber and that allowed her to use less energy and last longer in duels so she had decided it was time to go back to her roots. She having taken a step back she would deactivate her purple side arm placing it on her belt she gripped her main weapon with both hands and prepared. She regained her footing giving a small grin though it couldn't be seen through the mask of her helmet. She would ready herself once more, and upon setting her feet she would decide on a course of action. She knew his guard was strongest in the middle of his body but that was typical, the only ground she had gained was to attack at an angle starting from the top, like an avalanche of sheer force.

It was at this point with both hands gripping the hilt of her saber in a high guard she initiated her strike by taking a step with her right foot so the right side of her body was facing the man, upon doing this she let her hips twist and brought her blade down in and at aiming it across the man's chest with extreme speed.

[member="Aeneis Valdemar"]
 
Slowly but surely Aeneis knew that he was wearing down his opponent. This was one way to win a fight. To wear your foe down to the point where they began to make mistakes. In a true duel, those mistakes could possibly carry a terrible cost or even end up being fatal. Here within the training room though all that would happen were a few bruises, a sore ego, and perhaps a concussion depending on how the fight went or the intensity. Despite being a solemn individual on the surface, deep beneath within that molten furnace he called a heart Aeneis loved every moment of what took place between him and Eli. For the soldier, the duel was much like a dance, through combat you could learn just as much about someone as though you'd done an interview with them.

To see the way Eli reacted gave Aeneis high hopes for the smaller girls future, she would be one to fear and perhaps surpass many of those within the CIS. Though that wouldn't be the Corellian's issue, he had his own progress to worry about and be aware of. However, the show seemed to be coming to an end as the woman put away one of her sabers. Raising a brow at Eli, the Arkanian simply stood his ground.

While he could not see her face, Aeneis could tell from Eli's demeanor throughout the duel that she held a fierce determination. Something to be respected. All this noted as the woman brought the saber down towards the Arkanian.

Bringing his own saber up from right to left in an arc, the crimson saber clashed against the yellow blade of Eli's pushing it off and to the left. When one struck downwards that's where the force went, but it could always be pushed off course by a blow from either of its sides. Yet even meeting the blow in such a way sent a shockwave of force down Aeneis' arm, through his torso and down to his feet. Teeth gritting he had to pay respect to the red-headed woman's strength. Her saber scraping against his left shoulder as it continued down, a fresh surge of pain rising up from the Corellian's flesh. While stun sabers didn't cut off a limb, they did still hurt like hell. Aeneis' arm turned a bright red as the lightsaber continued down from the shoulder and drug across most of the limb up to his forearm.

Through the pain Aeneis moved, he used the force generated by Eli's own blow against her. Pivoting on his left foot, right moving forward Aeneis' right arm came up. Formed like a claw, with the fingers tucked in, Aeneis' right palm came up in a strike at the base of Eli's chin. Her overhanded blow had left the rest of her body open with both her hands upon the saber's hiltr step forward had also provided what many would call prime real estate. With her being in a helmet a punch to it would possibly lead to Aeneis fracturing the bones in his fingers or worse. Hence the palm strike, a blow to send her brain bouncing inside her skull and knock her out.

[member="Eli-Mae Forrest"]
 
Eli thought that this strike was the one that would finally break the man's guard, but it was not so. He did what she had been trying to since the beginning of the fight which was redirection. As her blade slid along his arm the small redhead grinned a little. But it was not a long moment of celebration, as the man's palm came up she would try to pull herself back but her momentum could not stopped.

This momentum added to the force behind the mans palm, as it made contact with her helmet her head was forced against the back of her helmet knocking her unconcsious, the small girl's legs gave out and she hit the floor hard

[member="Aeneis Valdemar"]
 

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