A spar? (Open to any Knight or higher, a Mastre would be good)

[Alpha]

Satine crouches at the top of one of the roofs of the Jedi training buildings, watching everything going by. His bio-tech wings were folded around him like a cloak, and on his belt, and in various pockets of his jumpsuit were weapons. The one most noticable, however, was the pair of lightsabres in his hands, their ornate handles catching the glinting sun. It was time he practiced some more iwht them...

[Dasquian Belargic]

Footfalls approached from behind, and the sound of a blade cutting into the air with a deep hiss could be heard.

“Good morning, Satine.”

[Alpha]

"Hello Das. How's it going?" Satine asks, straightening, and igniting one of his sabres, the black blade shooting out with a long, drawn out hiss. His other sabre goes to his belt. He gets into a ready stance, and salutes his opponent with his sabre.

"You wanna go first?"

[Dasquian Belargic]

“Things are going fairly well, thank you Satine.”

Watching as his fellow Knight prepared himself; Dasquian gave a nod and accepted the position of the first move. To begin with the spar would be slow he imagined, and thus instead of charging in he simply took a few steps forward and jabbed his saber out at Satine’s mid-section; essentially testing the water.

[Alpha]

Satine blocks easily, and sends his sabre over in an overhand attack. Mihgt as well match speed for speed.

[Dasquian Belargic]

Twisting both hands, Dasquian brings his saber at a horizontal to Alpha’s; suddenly pushing it forward sharply to repel the downward strike. As he does so, he leans his weight into the movement and launches out a kick towards the Knight’s mid-section.

[Alpha]

Satine disengages his sabre, and spins away, cleanly avoiding the kick. Reengaging his sabre in time to blokc a slash, Satine feints a left slash, and then stabs in...

[Dasquian Belargic]

Curving both hands upwards he made for a vertical block on the sideward slash, quickly shifting the shaft of white to the right as the true attack came in at this stomach. Using a momentary bind to his advantage, he twisted on the toe of his left boot and slid his right foot across to hook behind Satine, then pushing forward hard with his saber in an attempt to topple the Knight backwards.

[Alpha]

Satine forms a Force wall behind him, and pushes outward with it, knocking Dasquian's foot away, and toppling him from the change in balance. Flipping backwards, Satine landsa in a crouch, his sabre held in a defensive position.

[Dasquian Belargic]

Shoulders hit the floor first, though reacting quickly allowed Dasquian to push his palms down against the ground, thus propelling him into a backward roll that brought him into a kneeling position – his saber instantly flicking back up into a more steady hold as he looked onto Alpha once more. He rose to his feet and ran straight on at Satine, driving his saber down in an impaling strike from above that would penetrate the base of his neck if no counter was made.

[Alpha]

Satine rolls to the side, his sabre flashing out as he comes up into a standing position. Stabbing, Satine aims at Das's midsection. As his opponent blocks it, Satine brings the sabre around in an overhand swing.

[Dasquian Belargic]

The blade grazing against each other caused Dasquian’s saber to be raised, albeit awkwardly. Moving from the inept position to a drove push forward, he met the overhead hack with a horizontal defence. With one hand free he reached out and threw an imaginary object off to the side, causing Alpha to be knocked in turn off balance with a Force push. Catching this opportunity, he barged his shoulder in against the Knight.

[Alpha]

Satine is thrown to the floor, his weapon clattering. Rolling, and coming back on his feet. Blocking a stab of the sabre with one of his powerful force shields, Satine summons the Force again, and recalls his sabre, igniting it, and spinning it, putting himself in a defensive stance.