Two towering, tinted, transparisteel doors slide open to grant you access to the central chamber of the Combat Training Halls. The main room is wide and open and as large as as a holoball field. Tall walls stretch towards a domed ceiling that is made up of rows of ambient lights that spread out and fill the room with soft even lighting that eliminates any shades or shadows. Those same walls are lined around the perimeter with racks and stacks of varied weaponry: everything from swords and polearms to rifles and flamethrowers.

There are two signs that hover over each weapon rack to create an alternating motif in the Combat Training Hall: “No Explosions” and “Accorded Neutral Territory”. While the first is fairly obvious, the second speaks to the single law of the Training Halls: all members of the Brotherhood are welcome, and no member is to be killed or maimed without incurring the wrath of the Grand Master and the Inquisitorius.

A trio of training dummies are statically set up and spread out in a line, each made out of a blend of alloys and padding that can withstand blows from any standard weaponry with the exception of lightsaber blades. To the side of the dummies, a large sparring mat has been stretched out to create a larger footprint than the typical shockboxing ring. The padding is good for helping teach new combat students how to take a fall without injury and offers firm footing, but the hard rubber mat is hardly forgiving.

Behind the sparring area is a door that leads to a small archives that combat students can use to view holorecordings of fights and duels from the past as well as relevant information on combat tactics, techniques, and forms. On the opposite side of the archives at the far end of central room is the locker room that members can safely store their equipment.

The final and probably most important element of the Combat Training Hall is the onsite Med Ward. The maglock door is sealed off and can only be opened by an attending Medic. The Medical facilities feature state of the art bacta tanks for recovery and aftercare. A combination of observation and waiting room rests adjacent to the recovery center and features two large monitors that display a live feed of the central room.

The Combat Halls are staffed around the clock, allowing combat students and mentors alike to come and go as they please at odd or regular hours. It also available for members looking to prove their worth to compete in the Antei Combat Center.

[Venue Note: Weapons incorporated into your match are allowed to be used, even if not listed on your Loadout for the match itself. Skill usage and all other ACC rules and guidelines still applies.]

Composed, with a smirk and a hand resting on his Electrosword, Ahsik strides into the sliding doors of the training room. Surprised, not by the sight of his opponent, but rather by the lack there of. “Huh.... I coulda swore I was late..”

Ahsik was dumbfounded, however the Zabrak did take the time to walk the room. Noting the bare space and the three dummies lined by the enterance to the locker rooms, as well as the numerous weapons and two rule boards hovering.

Having grown frustrated with his wait, the young Mercenary sat himself in the locker room to look over his equipment, removing his grenades and placing them into a locker.

Psssh

The doors to the training room had opened. Angry, the Zabrak started out from the room, “I have been waiting for HALF A-“. The shout had been cut off by the sight of the beasts that entered the room. “You. You will wait. And continue to do so until I think it’s time for me to be here.” Fenrir had spoken in such a deep and feral tone that the hairs on Ahsik’s neck stood on end. “T-That’s all well and good but wasting time just to be a brooding edge-lord with a flashy entrance isn’t really a lesson you teach in a combat room. However, I will ask for pointer late-“ “If you truly wish to fight me boy, Approach.” Fenrir uttered, eyebrows furrowed and a look of contempt In his eyes.

Ahsik had made for the towering figure, Sword now drawn in one hand and blaster pistol in the other. “So is your brother going to be joining us, cause this is supposed to be a one on one?”. The Mercenary asked. “As per the terms, he will not” Fenrir answered, a growl creeped ever deeper in his speech as he became aggravated. His mount did follow the unspoken order and took seat by the entryway to the combat core.

Fenrir began his own preparation, having stepped to one end of the sparring mats with lightsaber drawn and ignited. The three pointed blade catching the eye of his star struck opponent.

Now squared off with one another, Ahsik tipped his blaster to his head and saluted his counterpart, “lets begin, and good luck!”. Fenrir had only responded with a grunt and began to stride forward.

Fenrir had swung his lightsaber as soon as he was nearing range of Ahsik and the zabrak matched him, his sword swinging to match their others lightsaber. Feet spread, Ahsik kicked his foot and twisted both his body and sword under the giant beast’s lightsaber, managing only a light scratch on the lower outside of Fenrir’s ribs.

“rrRAAWWGH” Fenrir had shouted, swinging his blade, fruitlessly at the gnat that had given him such a sharp shock. “Fear.... FEAR ME!” Fenrir had his hand outstretched to Ahsik, his feet barely touched down before he was assaulted with a feeling of unbearable anxiety and worry. A fear like the void

Ahsik had already drawn a bead on the monster, a wide smile on his face. He lost almost no time and pressed the trigger. Loud gunshots echoed back from around the large room as he fired twice.

Fortunately this time, the Force saved Fenrir. He was warned of danger several heartbeats away. The issue with Fenrir is that he had spent so much time in the wild, hunting prey and tracking them, that he had that heightened skill of almost "scenting out" danger before it surfaced. This is what happened here as well. The monstrous Shistavanen froze for half a second, recovered and quickly moved away. Unfortunately, he was a bit slow in moving away. They both hit him. Fortunately, they were caught and nullified by his Personal Energy Shield Generator.

For another moment, Ahsik and Fenrir both stood still. The former was under the impression that his trick worked, and that the best was hit. The latter was stoned for a split-second but recovered very quickly, and understandably very enraged.

Summoning the strength of the Dark Side with hatred in his glowing, red eyes, he focused on augmenting his raw capabilities. Before Ahsik could respond by moving away or by firing a few more shots, Fenrir bounded forward on all four limbs like a beast. Allied with the Force, he was too fast for the upstart Zabrak to move this time.

Ahsik felt an enormous force crashing against his body, knocking the breath out of him. The Shsitavanen had used his whole right arm and shoulder to knock his foe off his feet. The Zabrak was sent flying a short distance.

"Holy crap...what the heck just happened?"

Shaking his head violently to get rid of the cobwebs, he noticed his visioned was blurred momentarily. Yet there was no more time to loose. He could still sense the monster nearing for the kill.

Truely, Fenrir was advancing, his lightsaber trailing on the floor menacingly.

Ahsik tried raising his blaster towards his foe, but it was literally ripped off his hands by the wolfman''s raw strength. Fenrir raised his lightsaber above his head as he neared his foe. Killing or not, at least he can maim the upstart. The Zabrak needed to think fast!

Then the inexplicable happened.

From the left wrist of the helpless zabrak a net of light and lightning shot out, tying the lightsaber to the mad beasts face, followed by a shout. “Your mom! She was a newt!” The enraged and hardly phased Fenrir decided to kick the kid as he flailed his arms in an attempt to untie himself.

“ArrraghAAAGH” The inarticulate sound jumped Ahsik out of his stunned stupor and he sling off his helmet, flinging it at the Sith as he rushed for the locker room. However, his opponent had already freed himself, catching Ahsik’s helmet and flinging it with enough force to dent the door.

“I am starting to wonder why I picked my first fight with a walking, talking, magically endowed and laser wielding wolf beast, coupled with ANOTHER beast.” Ahsik muttered to himself after flinching at the dent against the door. Rushing for his grenades in the first locker, he had barely enough time to grab them before the door had been cut open with a lightsaber and Fenrir’s arm grabbing him and retching him back into the chamber.

Collapsing on the floor, having smacked into one of the training dummies, Ahsik was panting hard. Much harder than Fenrir had been. “Dude, you are redi-“

SNAP CRACK BZZZZZZT “AHHHH FOR THE- AGAGAH”

The mad Sith had unleashed a stream of lightning and the screams of the Mercenary were as music to his furred ears. “Ahhh” Fenrir rasped as his voice has grown feral and worn by his fears excessive use of power. He stood over the fool once more with his lightsaber, “Again.” The single word spoken, as he saw a brief moment of fear in Ahsik as he raised his lightsaber. The man laying on the ground, eyes wet and cradling himself. Just before the senseless fun could begin, he saw the spark in his for once more, as a pin dropped he saw it all in his mind.

A pin dropping, the boy flying to the other side of the room as a sonic grenade, and a concussion grenade had been left in his stead. Both were prohibited from use in those room.

With glowing eyes, he screamed as he Tried to stomp on the fool, but with his thrusters on, who knows what was going to happen.

Summoning all his strength and focus, Ahsik fired the Net Gun at Fenrir''s face. The device made quiet a noise that made the best feel it was a blaster. He was taken aback and stood with his lightsaber raised. After all, if you know you're going to be hit and can't get away, sometimes you get stunned mentally and physically. This was what now faced Fenrir. For the moment he forgot all about moving away or swatting down the device on Ahsik's arm.

The small net flew through the air and swatted down on Fenrir's lupine face. Even a big, hairy beast will notice it has a net on its face blocking its vision and being very irritating generally. The net also landed with quiet an impact. It staggered him for a few moments. But a few moments was what the Zabrak was after.

While Fenrir was busy roaring and trying to get rid of the net, Ahsik hatched his plan. He extricated a sonic grenade and tossed it at the Shistavanen's vicinity.

Fenrir clawed at the net on his face and could finally see, but alas! The Force screamed at him once more. There was again nothing he could do as he watched the grenade being thrown. He started to run, but it was too late. The grenade detonated.

BOOM!

The sonic shock wave that emanated was powerful to stagger and finally knock over the big beast. Fenrir was considerably disoriented to move for a few moments.

Ahsik gloated where he stood. "The bigger they are, the harder they fall!"

He gave a last smirk at the monster, who was too busy dealing with a blurred vision and seeing stars to return the compliment.