"Stick them with the pointy end".

[WolfMortum]

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[member="Tarion Daemora"] had asked for this and so his wish had been granted. The holo-emitters flared to life and around them both, a whole new environment was birthed to life to play host to their proving grounds. Veiere Arenais, stepping across the center of the grandiose courtyard as he approached Tarion, unclipping his former apprentice's lightsaber and tossing it through the air so that his soon to be opponent might catch it. In place of the common choice in hilts, Veiere referred to his much older personal creations, drawing upon one of the two lightsabers of Svivren and lowering it to his right side, the blade emitter not yet triggered.

He did not adorn his armor here, he had come within his old attire, the holo-grid changing the formal robes of Ession to change in color and shape, masking him with the much more appropriate tunic that he had always favored, a tan or sandy colored Jedi garment that allowed for the ease of movement and lacked all the weight of his combatant gear, leaving his advantage to be placed in agility rather than defensive power against lightsaber combat.

"The blade is set to full frequency..." He announced openly, gesturing to Brennan Cabrol's lightsaber of whom Tarion might now be holding "I suggest you use it well" Veiere nodded firmly before stepping backwards, turning only within a good decent distance from one another and moving out to arc around the courtyard, his steps slow and quiet, his mind on his environment and most specifically the other male, Tarion Daemora.

"Let's see what you've got then..." he added, the sudden hiss of his lightsaber flaring up and cutting himself off, replacing his words with the vibrant blue hum of his weapon, the stream of energy snapping out to his right, angled away from himself and soon to flick his wrist in a circular motion, spinning the blade once to adjust to the weight of the hilt. It had been so long since he had handled his own blade, not since the attack on Svivren had he fought with the two weapons, Harmony nor Tempest.

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Tarion was amazed by the technology that the Dominion possessed, it was a few centuries ahead of Nu Kashi, but close enough that he could comprehend it. Sadly, he did not have time to sit and ogle at the tech as a cylinder was tossed at him. Catching, he took a moment to look over it, what was it? It had balanced weight all around, and felt comfortable in his grip. A button on the side allowed him to "turn" it on, creating a beam of sustained energy, a lightsaber! Tarion's father had spoken of these, the weapon of a Jedi.

The words spoken went through one ear, and out the other as Tarion marveled at the ancient yet superior weapon. It was insane how weightless the "blade" was, all of it was in the hilt. The prince would have to adjust to the sword with his own style, adjusting where needed.

Finally, he snapped too as the hiss of his opponents own lightsaber ignited. It was time.

Tarion took in a deep breath, placing himself in the pose of the Kashi warriors of his homeplanet, a two handed grip, holding it at a angel before him. He could feel the energy surge through him as he prepared himself, and dashed forward with more speed than expected coming for a slice right at the hips. Careful not to cut himself, and watch his opponents weapon coming in for a counter attack.