Sparr between friedns

[Veritas et Lux]

The jedi knight stood there, she was gauging the knight's progress thus far. She waited for him to make his first move.
The rooftop was large and isolated, nothing but trafiic ahead, and kilometers falls all around.
She withdrew her lightsaber, the minty green blade struck out with a woosh as she took up Makashi's opening stance.
"Come now, we'll see how well you've grown since the last time we met."

 

[Kouta]

His eyes locked onto hers, Hand resting on the hilt of Soul Void, It has been some time since he's seen her, longer than he cared to think. Zevran has become a knight since when they last met... since that.... troublesome mission. Neither of them left there without a few more scars than he would have preferred, "It's nice to see you made it out alive, although i have been checking over the records every so often to make sure you...." he paused, "Never went missing."

Zevran pulled his right leg back Halfway unsheathing Void. With a thrust, he re sheathed his blade, sending out the extremely high pitched sound wave to disorient Mitya. However, at the same time he did this, a small wave of force he was building behind her as he spoke to her, was pulled back towards him, which would pull her off her feet.


HE then drew his blade, launching a, less concentrated, rope of force towards her. Should the first attack disorient her, the second would pull her into the third, which was purposefully made weak enough so it wouldn't cut her, but give a strong impact, enough to bruise her stomach

OOC: hope that isnt too confusing to follow

 

[Veritas et Lux]

She reposed a wry smile at his dialogue. He wouldn't expect that she had become infinitesimally greater than she once was as a knight. She understood his distraction techniques, and didn't hear a thing he said as she was preparing for to turn whatever attack he had in store against him.
His blade rung out, it was an annoying pitch, but was nothing more then pestilence. The force carried her away, deeply soaring into his uncaring bound. The sword, she already sensed before his muscles could react to his brain, would come at her. And with this trajectory, would aim for her stomach.

Mitya, flying in air, lightsaber in hand, turned herself (360) on a diagnol axis, allowing the rate of travel to propel her already reared back blade into his.

"Zevran. It seems you haven't changed much since than, huh? At least, you're still as sly as you were.", she pronounced with a hefty grunt as the blades felt each other.

Her Makashi stance would do well here against his figthing style.

She lunged backwards once more, returning to the opening stance of the Makashi stance.
She smiled, waiting once more for him to movd