Sparring Session (Open)

[Chance]

Chance had just finished lunch in his room, a small bowl of ziti noodles with a soda, and was itchy for a spar with someone. Gathering up his nessessitys, which cosisted of his lightsabers and handwraps, Chance walked out of his room with the handwraps quickly wrapping around the burn scars on his arms from a much earlyer spar with his Master that turned out quite well.

Soon, Chance entered one of the long halls which held quite large rooms specifically made for outside sparring. Reading the plates on each, Chance silently contemplated on which he should wait in.

Grass Plains, Rocky mountains, desert, lakeside, forests, jungle, artic, island. Chance stopped at the island room and opened the door with the touch panel. Artifical seabreeze struck him calmly, and Chance took in a deep breath. The crashing waves onto the island shore were peaceful.

Entering the large room, Chance hussled over to the ocean side and stood in the sand quietly. His hair and tunic blowing softly in the breeze...

[Laric Nworb]

Laric walked down the corridor watching a padawan contemplate which sparring room he would choose. The padawan entered the room with the island theme. Laric would have choose the forests, but that was his opinion.

Laric walked own the hallway some more and stopped at the room choosen by the padawan. He reached around his belt and felt his lightsaber dangling. Good he thought.

Laric opened the door and stepped in the room, the door closing automatically behind him. He sniffed the salty sea air and felt the breeze cause his cloak to wave.

"Are you expecting any certain partner? I am willing to spar."

[Chance]

Chance half turned to examine Laric, "I'm not waiting for anyone inparticualar," He gave a little smile.

"You want to warm up first?"

[Laric Nworb]

Laric took off his cloak and left it next to tree. He grasped his lightsaber and ignited it, a green blade shot out with a snap-hiss. Laric moved his position into into a fighting stance and waited for Chance.

[Chance]

Chance gave a short shrug, unclipped his own unique decorated saber from his belt. Flipping the ignition switch up and smiling slighly as the snap-hiss[/COLOR] eminated from the hilt , Chance brought it up in one hand streight out. The other down at his side relaxed.

"I cannot bring the first move, so I ask of you to take the first offencive."

[Laric Nworb]

Laric held his lightsaber steady and moved it back slowly.
"You should understand, sometimes one has to take the initaitive and take action before a disaster forces action."
Laric charged forward and swung high.

[Chance]

"You are correct, but sometimes not starting the spar is a good think." Chance quickly blocked the incoming saber and struck out with a kick aimed for Laric's side..

[Laric Nworb]

Laric took the hit and rolled back and got to his feet. "So it seems." He ran ahead and made an attempt to strike from overhead, but changed his mind and force leapt over Chance and stuck to the left side...