You enter one of the dozens of sparring chambers within the Shadow Academy of Lyspair, the simple square room utilized mostly by those learning the ways of the lightsaber. This five hundred square-foot room, rectangular in shape, is nearly barren. The floor is lined with simple padding, while the walls are made of dull, grey durasteel, gauged by innumerable lightsaber strikes, scarring the metal permanently.

The ceiling towers above you, nearly twenty feet in height, allowing for plenty of movement from the more acrobatic of Force users. There are no other adornments within the room, save for the entrance and lighting that bathes the entire room, yet seems to come from nowhere. All corners of the room are perfectly lit, with no visible shadows to speak of. There is nowhere for you to hide within the room, but… there's no room for your opponent to hide either.

"A sparring match," Jonuss asked as he walked into the room behind Vorsa.

"Yes, indeed. I require some training to refresh my memory. If you don't mind," she replied while taking of her long robe, leaving her in her long trousers, sleeveless shirt and simple hand and foot wraps.

"No, I don't. But you don't seem like someone who would bother with a lightsaber," he replied as he removed his own robe.

"And why not? Am I not a Jedi as well," she asked, slightly surprised, "You will find that I am quite proficient in the art."

"Fair enough," Jonuss replied, as he pulled out his dual hilts.

Without pause Vorsa opened the skirmish. She charged head on at her opponent, pushing back the need to stay at a distance. Her innate defense mechanism temporarily under control, she swung her orange blade at Jonuss' legs in a swift downward arc. One of his sabers deflected the blade, while the other counter-attacked from above. In a swift motion, Vorsa spun on her heel around her own blade's axis, landing a weak yet surprising punch to the human's chin. Jonuss stumbled back, keeping his distance from the Neti's saber as he adjusted his slightly bruised chin.

"That almost hurt," he smirked and stepped forward, on the offensive. He was far less experienced with two sabers, giving Vorsa enough time in between strikes to reposition and deflect them. Their dance came in bursts of strikes, dodges and blocks, until both were winded. Finally, Jonuss attached one of his hilts back to his belt, stood with his other blade in front of his body in a salute and beckoned for Vorsa to attack. Typical of a Makashi user.

"No more warm-up? As you wish," said the Neti as she felt the Force around her boil at her command. A wave of pure pressure traveled from her outstretched arm towards the other Equite. With no way to dodge the blow in the small room, Jonuss moved his center of gravity to better absorb the blast. As it pushed him several feet back and out of balance, Vorsa struck. Another wave, though slightly less powerful hit Jonuss square in the exposed chest, punching the air out of his lungs. He regained his composure quickly enough to block an overhead slice from the Neti's orange blade.

"Are you trying to kill me," Rai asked as they pushed on each others sabers, locked into a sizzling display.

"No! But we must not hold back," Vorsa replied, pushing back ", for our enemies won't either."

Jonuss struck her with a sudden head butt to the mouth, releasing the saber lock in turn. As they separated for mere moments, Vorsa spat the sap from her mouth, a Neti's equivalent to blood. This would not be an easy fight, she knew. She smiled and readied herself for what was to come.

Jonuss Rai smiled. It had been a long time since he had enjoyed a sparring match. As a Dark Jedi of Naga Sadow, Rai had fought for his clan and killed every enemy that crossed his path. But he had lost his taste for blood and death and turned away from the Dark Side to join the Jedi of House Odan-Urr. Now he fights for others and kills only when necessary. He has quieted the voice of his rage and feels the true nature of the Force flow through him.

He and Vyr circled each other; Jonuss twirling the sapphire blade in his hand. The humming sound it made was music to his ears. If there was one thing he always enjoyed it was the sound of a lightsaber as it cut through the air in tune with its wielder. Jonuss focused on the moment and his opponent. He knew Vyr. Not as well as some he had known in the past but she was hardly a stranger to him. Her focus on a single martial art and lightsaber style made her dangerous but she was far from a master of either. Jonuss' abilities in his forms would, in theory, allow him to adapt a myriad of techniques in this fight. But, he thought, theory looks great on paper. Execution is another thing entirely.

Jonuss moved quickly, his hand a blur as it raised his lightsaber up, hurling it at Vyr with deadly precision. In almost the same motion, the guardian raised his secondary lightsaber, igniting the crimson blade, hurling it from his left hand in the same manner. The two projectiles sliced through the air, propelled by the Force.

Vyr focused on the two weapons as they came closer to her. She brought her orange blade up, ready to block each blade as they struck. Jonuss smirked inwardly as he saw her stance, knowing his distraction had worked at least somewhat. He ran up behind the Neti Jedi and unleashed a flurry of attacks that mixed the two martial arts styles he studied: Hapan and the Zabrak art of K'Thri.

With Jonuss' focus and control now removed from his lightsabers, they fell to the ground, skittering across the durasteel floor; their blades shutting down. He continued his physical attacks making sure that his opponent and friend would be able to heal and recover from this fight. He wanted to beat her, not kill her.

Vyr fell to her knees from the assault. Jonuss stepped back, maintaining the K'Thri fighting stance, ready to use the acrobatic moves he had learned from his Zabrak friend at a moment's notice. He allowed himself to take a moment and steady his breath.

“I didn't think that would work.” He said, a chuckle punctuating the sentence.