Round Two - Padawans Dymo and Zenduu

[Coci Heavenshield]

The arena is set for the second annual Silver Sanctum Coalition Tournament.

Many Jedi have gathered to witness the ‘battles’ between the combatants, from Padawans to Knights and Masters, all battling to see who will rise to the top, who will be the cream of the crop?, the icing on the cake?, the best of the best?. It is early morning, the sun has risen to herald a bright new day, avian circle in the Voss sky, the flowers are blooming and the bees are buzzing and there is excitement in the air. And lots of chatter ..

In the arena there is a seat at the end of the room, on which Grand Master [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] will watch over the tournament. With brushed back golden hair, beard trimmed and a set of sapphire blue eyes, and a calming demeanour, the grand master will cast those wondrous eyes upon his Jedi charges and step in if and I say IF, the duelling gets ‘out of hand’.

Before the duelling shall commence, each combatant will acknowledge his presence with a respectful bow and so to, to your competitor, before they begin.

[member="Zak Dymo"] vs [member="Jerek Zenduu"]

You may begin!

And may the force be with you both.

 

[Zak Dymo]

Spoiler: Let's start this off right...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kffacxfA7G4​

"Ohhhhhh, whoooooaaaaaaaa."

Moving with the rhythm of the music, the small Nautolan warmed up through a series of animated motions. Rolling his shoulders, the boy performed a wave as he pop-and-locked from the right to the left. Bare feet hopped up into the air, criss-crossed over, in, and out. Fourteen stubby head-tails were swinging back and forth, as the youngling's head bopped to the beat as he shuffled his feet in vibrant freestyle dance.

"Baby, baby, baby, ooooohhhh..." Kicking his feet out, the boy weaved right before sliding left in a flourish that paused before articulating with a series of small, short movements in isolation. "Like, baby, baby, baby noooooooo..."

Bouncing up on the balls of his feet, the boy's feet became a flurry of motion before he spun around and began shuffling backwards in the distinctive moonwalk as he moved toward the center of the arena. Pausing suddenly, the boy came up in the stilted, mechanical motions of the droid. Through a series of pop-and-lock movements, the boy bowed toward the Grand Master and then sprang back into freestyle for a moment before bowing fluidly toward the other person in the arena.

Say what you would about his musical tastes, the boy definitely knew how to make an entrance.

[member="Jerek Zenduu"]​