The Stranger
As much as Valery is testing him, and them, by extension. All of them would learn.
In the end, this was all a test, a trial; not a competition but that challenge of will.
That essence of being guided by the Force, by each other, yet not so as to kill.
A Knight was versed on Soresu. A Ranger, however, adopted no simple stance.
He had attacked, aggressive with balance, banking on his partner, and analysis.
Valery had evaded Yondir’s blade as expected, but she had not blocked outright.
Instead, she jumped up and away, fast and strong as a griffin before the Knights.
Before her feet had even arrived on that stone pillar, however, Yondir recognized.
He knew her intention: she would attack at least one of them. A Master would fly.
Her feet would spring for her leap, while Yondir would already be moving yonder.
He knew his best defense was to stand breast by breast with his Knight partner.
The last thing either needed was to go solo against the very Sword of the Jedi.
Yondir dashed, keeping Valery’s acrobatic preferences at the back of his mind.
She could change tactics in a heartbeat, quite like Yondir’s Soresu for Djem So.
Arwen’s Soresu for Makashi in turn; yet the verses of teamwork mattered most.
Valery landed, bringing with her both swords for a downward strike against Arwen.
At that moment, as Yondir’s partner defended, the former arrived with his weapon.
A telepathic connection rested between both Knights, just as Arwen had intended.
Yet, Yondir, the Stranger, Ranger or whatever, was moving with his own intention.
Now is my time. The Knight would strike. Arwen targeted Valery’s mid-region.
Yondir would suddenly appear from behind her, swiping his blade side to side.
It would come behind Valery’s back in a diagonal slash from his left to his right.
Hilt held two-handed, blade swung upward, to catch her if she jumps or spins.

