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Vyrzen sat back on his knees, his lightsaber hilt on the ground in front of him, as he meditated on the coming event. He had met another Acolyte, Yr'il Ber'ong, who knew his Master and at the request of the female Acolyte, had been granted by his Master to duel with her. His Master warned him that she was a crafty and dangerous Sith but he needed to be crafty and dangerous himself. He had learned the Juyo form and was growing in both confidence and skill with the lightsaber but he was still nervous in sparring the white haired girl he only met once.
He snapped open his eyes when he felt the presence of the girl drawing near. He wanted to surprise her and attack her the moment she stepped through the door but common sense told him it would be wise not to do so. If he offended this girl and she was as short tempered as her own Master is, she may kill him if the chance revealed itself to her. Play it safe for now.
The doors opened up and Vyrzen jumped to his feet and called his lightsaber to him. "Greeting Yr'il Ber'ong."
He snapped open his eyes when he felt the presence of the girl drawing near. He wanted to surprise her and attack her the moment she stepped through the door but common sense told him it would be wise not to do so. If he offended this girl and she was as short tempered as her own Master is, she may kill him if the chance revealed itself to her. Play it safe for now.
The doors opened up and Vyrzen jumped to his feet and called his lightsaber to him. "Greeting Yr'il Ber'ong."