Venatus Phoenix
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Venatus calmly strolled to and fro in the middle of the ring, awaiting his fellow knight. The one simply known as Kane had found common ground and mutual respect with the Vahla, and the Phoenix had thought to invite him to a sparring match. It had become something of a habit of his, to challenge his fellow Jedi to battle as an initial meeting. It would allow the pair to learn more about each other than they would have in a social situation - his first Master had taught him the truth of it. You learned more about somebody when you place them against the wall, put them in situations that tested their resolve and mettle. Only then could he truly get a read on someone, and in times of war he wasn't simply willing to wait for an enemy to attack for that observation to take place.
So, here he was, breathing calmly and passively, centered in the Force. Anyone looking at his aura alone would see a gentle flame, roaring with a calm and controlled power. Like all fire, it was prepared and poised to destroy at a moment's notice, but instead gave off warmth and light. He could feel the elderly Jedi's presence approaching through the Force, and cocked his head sideways towards the man.
"Don't mind the mess. I don't bother to clean up after the sparring sessions, drifters rummage through what's here on a regular enough basis anyways."
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