Physical Training...(Open spar)

[Alpha]

Satine flips onto his hands, walking on them across the room, and then back to the lagre rock. He then rolls back to his feet, with a double front kick to the thin air in front of him. He follows this closely by two inside spinning kicks, and a spin hook kick.

Aiming a jump side kick to a floating dust speck, Satine follows it quickly with a reverse punch, and then an uppercut. Landing cat-like, in a crouch, he stops, listening closely. He coulda sworn he heard someone nearby...

[Straffe Stormrider]

It seemed that Straffe failed at sneaking up on Alpha. He walked into the room and stood in the doorway. He ran his hand trough his spiky blond hair.

"Why hello Alpha...Long time no see"

It had been awahile since the Padawan saw the great master again. Ever since the incident with his own Master, it was like he didnt exsist anymore. Like he had vanished

[Alpha]

"Hello Straffe. How are things going?" Satine asks, smiling, and brushing a whisp of silver hair out of his eyes. Looks like some of his hair had escaped the ponytail he normally kept it in.

"Here for a spar by any chance?" Satine asks, his eyes glinting.

[Straffe Stormrider]

Straffe grinned

"Thaught you wouldnt ask..."

He took off his cloak and laied it on the side

"So what kind of spar you want to do?"

[Alpha]

"Doesn't matter. How does weapons sound?"

[Straffe Stormrider]

"Sounds good to me"

Straffe pulled out "Spirit" his Strider blade. The refelection of the lights on the ceiling shimmered off of his blade

"I havnt had a chance to fight a master with my blade but I am quite talented"

[Alpha]

Satine calls over two short swords, and gets into a fighting stance.

"Well, this will be one hell of a good test for your skills, then." Satien says. "You make the first move..."

[Straffe Stormrider]

Straffe grinned

"Two swords verses one...Guss this will be a challange"

He dashed quickly towards Alpha, staffing back and forth from side to side. He dashed to his right and let his blade connect with his side

[Alpha]

Satine brings his sword up to block it, and then aims a side kick at Straffe, his second sword following a few seconds later...

[Straffe Stormrider]

Straffe felt his ribs connect with the kick. HIs sword droped to the floor and watched as the second one came towards him. He quickly pulled his second sword to block it. Sparks flew as the blades connected. He jumped back a few feet to retreave his Strider sword. Once he had picked it up, he put his Sabar/Sword back in its case on his back

[Alpha]

Satine crouches, his swords at the ready--one covering head to chest, the other feet to chest, which was fairly simple as he was crouched close to the ground.

"Not bad..."

[Straffe Stormrider]

Straffe spun his sword around a bit. The reflecting of the light on his blade made shimmers wave across his face. He stood staring at the master

"Thanks...Not bad yourself. I still think I need alot more training"

He slowly walked towards Alpha, getting in striking distance. When he felt close enough, he stoped and waited. Seeing what the master has up his sleeves

[Alpha]

Satine focuses in the force, and, with a simple push, knocks Straffe's legs out from under him. As the other Jedi lands with a thud, Satine grins, and waits for him to get up. Then he strikes, both of his blades flashing in the light.

[Straffe Stormrider]

Straffe quickly pushed himself onto his feet. He ran towards Alpha, blade ready to strike. At the last second, Straffe used the force to increase his speed. Straffe slide on the floor and knocked out his feet. As Alpha was falling to the floor, he pulled his blade to slice his stomach

[Alpha]

Satine focuses and he bounces off the blade with a crack, his Force shield taking the brunt of the assault. He lands on his knees, and raises his wepaons up in time to block anoither attack.

[Straffe Stormrider]

Straffe quickly jumped up a bit and kicked him in the chest. He then spun around and braught his blade to slice his face

[Alpha]

Satine falls to the floor, and watches the blade whiz by. Summoning a blast of Force Concussion, throwing Straffe backwards. Rolling to his feet, Satine tosses his swords to the side, and takes out a foot-long pole. Hitting the first button, it extends to a six-foot long staff weapon. He parries a stab with the metal weapon, and then hits the second button. Four foot-long blades pop out of the top of the staff, creating a fearsome looking weapon. Satine smiles.

[Straffe Stormrider]

Straffe shook his head and rgained his composure. He blinked as he could recall that his opponent had two swords before

"Changed weapons I see..."

Straffe put the tip of his sword on the ground and slowly walked towards Alpha. Slowly pulling out thowing knives that were concealed within his sleaves. Straffe went from walking to dashing quickly at Alpha. He threw the knives at his opponent to distract him while he sliced horazontially at his stomach

[Alpha]

The knives met one of Satine's shields, though one stuck in the light armor he wore. Spinning his staff wepaon to block the blade, Satine catches his opponent's blade with his own four blades, and then snap kicks Straffe in the gut, throwing him backwards.

[Straffe Stormrider]

Straffe fell to the floor. He had a hard time catching his breath. He slowly started to get up

"I will never give up..."

He held his stomach as he picked up his sword again and waited for Alpha to attack

[Alpha]

Satine stabs in with the blades on his staff, which were parried away by a spin of Straffe's sword. Jumping back, Satine plants his staff on the ground, and spins on it, kicking his opponent.

[Straffe Stormrider]

Straffe flew into the wall, a crack was sent all the way to the roof. He got up again and walked towards Alpha

"Nice trick...I wont fail that easy"

Straffe dashed quickly towards him and slashed at him a few times. He then jumped into the air and fliped. While he was flipping, he droped a few smoke bombs to impare his vision

[Alpha]

Satine's vision was screwed over, true, but he didn't need to see to fight. Tapping into the Force, Satine moves to one side, Straffe's sword cutting the loose fabric of his sleeve, and drawing a small amount of blood, but nothing major. Blocking with the middle of his staff, Satine counters another attack, and then aims the butt end at Straffe...

[Straffe Stormrider]

POW!
Straffe got the end of the staff right in the middle of his forehead. He fell to the ground instantly. He got back up quickly but his head was spining. He slahed air infront og him hoping to make contact with Aplhas skin

[Alpha]

Satine takes a step back, completely avoiding the attack.

"Straffe? Maybe you should call it a fight..."

[Straffe Stormrider]

"Never..."

He continued to slash a few more time untill he fell to his knees. The smoke cleared and Alpha stood meters away. Straffe just looked at him

"I think your right..."

[Alpha]

Satine helps Straffe back to his feet, and smiles at him.

"Lean on me, buddy. Let's get you to the medical wing..."

[Straffe Stormrider]

Straffe groaned as Alpha picked him up. They proceded to the medical wing