visio populi
"I doubt sending body parts to your wife would go down well for me. Even if I mentioned that you agreed to such ridiculous terms."
Alicio snorted, covering his mouth with a hand in a futile gesture to cover it. "No, I don't think it would. Even if Amani could probably put me back together again." Just speaking her name seemed to put the Count at ease, as whatever tension in his body evaporated at the thought of her.
There was a moment before the duel that each combatant sized the other up. There was a moment of silence, where Alicio's double-vision revealed nothing. Then, a flash from the future.
The senator tensed the moment before Dreidi moved, taking a step forward even as the Jedi charged. Alicio's thin blade caught Dreidi's, even as he found a confused expression. A few strike exchanged between them, revealing the Count's style.
He leaned heavily into Makashi's quick strikes and minimal movements, a duelist and a dancer all in one. He seemed to always find the perfect footing, the closest dodges to keep him safe, and the correct angles to glance Dreidi's blade away, likely due in large part to his future-vision. He was slower than Dreidi, that was a given, but able to keep up thanks to his sight.
Alicio waited for the correct moment, before attempting to catch the Jedi's blade in a bind, and step in close, to upset her balance and leverage her lightsaber into an awkward block. As he did, he smirked, though concentration marred his face. "I've never seen someone hold it like that," he admitted.
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