The Eye of the Storm
It had been too long since she had sparred with the self proclaimed 'jedi brat'. Admittedly, last time had been a bit of a disaster due to her own hubris, but he'd grown significantly in the last few years, as did she.
It was a bit of senedipity that she was doing this on Dantoonie, her own stomping ground.
It was no Ryloth, but it held memories.
Jonyna looked to Braze across the grassy field with a smirk. That signature cocky smile she held.
"You ready this time?"