The parade of thumps the mountain of muscle made would likely announce his arrival far sooner than sight would, Alaxander Croix was not the type of person to take introductions lightly, he wanted his enemy to feel the fear that would eventually kill them. Standing slightly over six feet tall and weighing in at nearly two hundred and thirty pounds Mortivious was a force to be reckoned with.
The duel had been arranged, both contesants wanted both a battle of the brawn and wit so they decided their battle would take place somewhere with a terrain as grueling as the actual battle would be. The apprentice knew little about his enemy, though that was due to lack of knowing how to access her files, Alaxander had never been introduced to the holonet as a kid thus he was still baffled by how vast and speedy it was. This lack of information would prove difficult no matter how toned and built Mortivious was.
He was nearing the woman, he could feel it with what little grasp of the force he had come to possess, he could feel her energies compiling in the air, he was like a tracking hound sniffing out a convict to be sentenced and executed, a convict who had escaped her fate long enough. It was a sense of power the apprentice hadn’t felt yet, he was finally seeing the benefits of his tutelage under the Force and before too long he would be putting those long lessons to the test.
It wasn’t too much longer before he happened across his victim, her pose as cocky as she likely was, she reeked of the same odor he came across when he employed pirates and gypsies on his craft, the stench of ambition burned his nostrils. “You must be Haven.” His words were simple, as were his intentions, he would kill this girl. He entered the room and stood with his lightsaber in his hand, unlit, waiting for her move. The apprentice was clad in his flowing black robes, and underneath he had a basic armor set to prevent minor injuries but yet still allow enough movement for combat. Atop his head was his typical ceremonial headdress, the menacing face staring his opponent down. “Your move, girl.”
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