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Red was still pissed from the Mandalorian prancing away after their big encounter on Ruusan. He had taken a blaster bolt, the injury having healed by now. He wanted to get back into the game. This was war and there was no time to grow complacent or slow. He had packed twin sabers, and he wore no armor. He wanted to fight his opponent as is for both experience and training.
The arena sim was a large platform overlooking a valley. The weather was hot, the sun scorching from above. Red did not have his sabers drawn, scratching his head and yawning as he awaited his opponent. He stretched to prepare for the exercise, hoping this would help him get back on track.
@Crosis
The arena sim was a large platform overlooking a valley. The weather was hot, the sun scorching from above. Red did not have his sabers drawn, scratching his head and yawning as he awaited his opponent. He stretched to prepare for the exercise, hoping this would help him get back on track.
@Crosis