Two hours after dinner, Varis has invited everyone with an interest back up to the private upper deck to spar and workout. The same observation deck which was previously used for dinner has now been converted to a weapon salon. The table that was used for dinner is now stored upright flush with a wall, appearing to be nothing more than an ornamental piece. The chairs are store somewhere out of sight.

On the sideboard which was used to serve dinner, there is now draped a white cloth and atop that sits a pair of training foils and two visors. Against the far wall, there is another table with a pair of light pistols and an electronic target for ranged weapon practice.

Varis wears loose pants and a shirt, all in white. You find her stretching to loosen up as you enter.

OOC: You may post here immediately. I do not believe that anything said in the dinner thread will affect sparring practice.
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Krysten is one of the first to arrive, wearing a simple outfit of a one piece shirt and pants that came to just above her ankles.  Both were a simple, rough fabric that would remind anyone of a dry desert sand.  The shirt had a small cut down the front to prevent chafing against the neck and was secured from moving around too much by a dark blue sash wrapped around her waist.

Her eyes take in the training weapons and its impossible for her to keep a small smirk from showing on her lips for a fraction of second before she remembers that some cultures do not believe in full-contact sparring.

She gives Varis a nod of greeting and waits for finish stretching.

Varis greets Krysten while she stretches. "You're the first to arrive, so that means you and I can have the first bout while we wait on the others.""

She stands up, then, and continues to stretch a bit more. "Do you have a preference for weapons? Would you like to duel with the foils, or perhaps you would like to shoot pistols for points?"

She finishes her stretching and walks over to Krysten. "I admit, it isn't my forte, but I do know a little of the Echani hand-to-hand style of martial arts. A lady of rank has to be able to defend herself so that her bodyguards can concentrate on capturing any assassins, rather than shielding her with their bodies."

"You actually don't have the weapons I prefer for weapons training, though I will take you up on your offer of a little hand-to-hand.  I can't say I know much, if anything about the Echani fighting style, but I'm comfortable matching Mando'a against anything you'd like.  After that, we can move on to any weapons you prefer."

She was standing at an easy position, weight equally distributed on the balls of her feet and arms hanging loosely by her side.

Varis walks out to the middle of the mats that have been placed in the salon. "I know how to fall, but just in case, it's always nice to ensure there are no unnecessary injuries, don't you think?"

She bows to Krysten and assumes a stance, her body profile to Krysten, her front hand guarding her face. "Whenever you're ready, Mandalorian," she says with a grin.

After dinner Narik was intrigued to see his companions in action. So he returned to Varis’s chambers. He glanced to the various training weapons. A soldier Narik had been drilled in most weapons but the foils were something he had no ever tried. He saw it was a pastime for dilettantes and nobles not an effective weapon to be used in combat, he wondered if he would be surprised.

Of more interest was the sight of Krysten and Varis sizing each other up ready for unarmed combat. It was a pursuit that Narik’s training had made him well prepared for. He was still wearing his customary grey robes Narik but at the sight of the women who were dressed in much less he shrugged his shoulder to let his robes slid down his back. Carefully he folded them and placed them neatly on the floor. Beneath his robes Narik’s clothes were close-fitting shirt and pants of a darker grey.
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Krysten moved closer to Varis, looking much as if she was simply walking.  Once she was in range, however, one of her hands lashed out with a surprising speed and precision towards Varis' face.

[Private to The Force: 12:34, Today: Krysten Tyner rolled 16 using 1d20+4. Attack vs Varis.
12:35, Today: Krysten Tyner rolled 5 using 1d6+2. Possible stun damage.

The damage should actually be 6 instead of 5, as I forgot to add Krystens Strength bonus.]
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Varis makes no additional move to defend herself as Krysten walks closer. When Krysten lashes out however, Varis's guard hand is just suddenly there, between the strike and her own face. She quickly counters the attack with her backhand, which shoots forward into a heel strike against Krysten's chin.

[Private to Krysten Tyner:
15:45, Today: Secret Roll: Varis Rei rolled 9 using 1d6+3. Stun Damage.
15:44, Today: Secret Roll: Varis Rei rolled 22 using 1d20+7. Attack Roll - Unarmed. ]

Krysten takes the strike to her chin with a grunt and keeps coming, her knee rising as her arms try to lock Varis' arms up and keep her midsection open for a strike.  Varis' hand did more damage than she expected, and her knee glanced off.

[Private to The Force: 12:59, Today: Krysten Tyner rolled 11 using 1d20+4. ]

Varis's own counter attack to Krysten's attempt to knee her misses as well, her own leg glancing ineffectually off Krysten's leg. .

[Private to Krysten Tyner: 16:08, Today: Secret Roll: Varis Rei rolled 11 using 1d20+7. Attack Roll - Unarmed. ]

Krysten disengaged with a vicious kick that Varis stopped with a well-placed block.  She set again, waiting for Varis' counter.

[Private to The Force: 13:16, Today: Krysten Tyner rolled 14 using 1d20+4. Attack Roll.]

Varis misses again as she attempts a roundhouse kick at Krysten's head, which the Mandalorian easily dodges.

[Private to Krysten Tyner: 16:33, Today: Secret Roll: The Force rolled 8 using 1d20+7. Attack Roll - Unarmed. ]

Krysten ducks under Varis' flashing kick and sticks one leg out in an attempt to knock Varis' leg out from under her.  The other woman sees it coming, however, and uses the momentum of her own kick to lift her clear of Krystens kick.

[Private to The Force: 13:39, Today: Krysten Tyner rolled 11 using 1d20+4. Attack Roll.

It'd be great if I can actually roller over a 16, ya know? ;)]

Varis continues her spin, but this time lashes out with a backhand to the side of Krysten's head.

[Private to Krysten Tyner:
16:47, Today: Secret Roll: Varis Rei rolled 25 using 1d20+7. Attack Roll - Unarmed.
16:49, Today: Secret Roll: Varis Rei rolled 5 using 1d6+3. Stun Damage.
Yeah, I know how you feel. Usually, the dice roller hates me, which is good for you guys, mostly.]

Krysten tries to trap the arm, but miscalculates and takes the full force of the blow, sending her rolling.  She comes up on her feet and comes back to the fight.

[Private to The Force: 13:50, Today: Krysten Tyner rolled 12 using 1d20+4. Attack Roll.  Next time I roll a 15-17, I'm using a Force Point.  Of course, then I'll get a 1.  :S ]

Varis spins one last time and then comes up under Krysten's guard to uppercut into her solar plexus. She feels her blow connect hard and immediately steps back, though she doesn't drop her guard.

"Are you okay? That was three points. You want to call that a match and you can have a go with Narik in a bit?"
[Private to Krysten Tyner:
17:03, Today: Secret Roll: Varis Rei rolled 27 using 1d20+7. Attack Roll - Unarmed.
17:05, Today: Secret Roll: Varis Rei rolled 17 using 2d6+6. Stun Damage. ]

Krysten shudders as the last hit connects.  Instead of letting herself gasp for air, she simply closes her eyes and waits for feeling to return to her abdomen before taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly.  Then she opens her eyes and grins at Varis.

"That was a great match.  We can keep going if you like, I'd love to get a rematch; or you can spar with Narik if you like."

If she was really hurting, it wasn't obvious, but that last hit looked like it would've dropped anyone else.

"I'll promise you a rematch later, if you want. Three points is probably fair for a bout, since we have limited space. It'll be best if everyone gets a shot, especially since we don't know for sure how many people will be coming up here to train."

Varis bows to Krysten. "Good match, Krysten. I'd hate to have to face you with your weapons of choice, if unarmed combat isn't your thing."

She turns to Narik. "You up for a round, Narik?"

Kala had excused herself after dinner, since fighting in that dress she wore probably wouldn't be the greatest idea. Once the exercise was about to begin, she emerged into the room in a plain white shirt, and dark pants. She nodded to Krysten, Varis, and Narik as she entered, before heading over and looking at the foils.

"Hmm. It's been a while since I actually fenced..." She said, as she smiled and picked up one and held the weapon in her hand, gauging the weight, and taking a few practice swings.
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"Ah, Kala, you are just in time to give me a break! You should spar with Narik, I think. Perhaps the two of you can feel each other out through combat, hmm?"

Now that there is a partner for Narik to spar with besides herself, Varis walks over to a cabinet and pulls out some bottles of room temperature water. She tosses one to Krysten. "Not that you need it, but I'm going to sit down for just a moment. A real sparring match can take it out of you if you aren't careful." She places several other bottles on top of the cabinet before taking one for herself.

OOC: We're running this like a combat, so you'll need to roll and post initiative in private and then roll to hit and stun damage. We'll do first to three points wins the bout. Since you know the rules, there's no need for me to referee at this point. You post your move, roll your to hit and damage, and then the other player determines if you hit. The foils do 1d6 points of stun damage. For pistols, let's do best of 10 shots wins the match.

"Oh, you fence?" A melodious voice called out not far from Kala's position. There, standing at the threshold of the room was Joron. The time for eating and casual wear had past and now the young dilettante was wearing what appeared to be a two piece silk ensemble consisting of a sleeveless black top, matching trousers and a gold sash at the waist whilst his feet adorned comfortable black shoes. It was dissimilar to typical fencing wear but nevertheless offered freedom of movement.

Entering the room, the young lord gave each occupant a curious glance, the type a man might give a potential rival. It was often said that the true face of a Mandalorian was their armor and to see Krysten without any of it brought about an inquisitive glance. Making his way to the two female combatants, he looked to Varis and then to the Mandalorian. It was obvious to him that the two had just sparred. "How was your match?" He asked, taking care to call neither a winner nor a loser.

"I do. It has been a little while since I've held a blade, but I find it never leaves you." Kala replied, as she donned the nearby visor. "On occasion, when my homeworld was invaded our... natural talents don't work on the invader. So, we hone our bodies to not only be beautiful, but deadly, if needs be."

She finished up her little bit of practice. "So, Narik, do you wish to duel, or should I wait for another challenger?"

Krysten grinned as she laced her fingers together and reached her arms over her head, stretching her solar plexus and forcing herself to breathe.

"It was more than a little educational.  Don't let her fool you, she knows what she's doing.  When I get my breath back, I'll be happy to go with anyone else."

The bout versus Krysten and Varis was educational as well as amusing. Both were good fighters and Varis was a lot more than a trophy of Jaerad’s. A contest of unarmed combat would have favoured Narik best but he accepted Kala’s offer to attempt a duel. Narik was keen to size the Zeltron up and would use any opportunity to get closer to her.

Narik nodded to Kala ”if you don’t mind a contest with a novice I’m willing. Neither the Republic or Imperial Academy include fencing in their basic training” he explained as he picked up a visor and put it on. He picked up a foil weighted it in his hands whilst with the other he gestured to the centre of the room where they could begin.

[Private to Kala Jorn: 06:57, Today: Narik rolled 33 using 1d20+15. Initiative - Duel with Kala.]

"Well, I don't mind. It's been a while for me as well." Kala replied, as she raised her foil, and prepared to battle Narik. It would give her a good idea of what her compatriots could do.

[Private to Narik: You rolled 16 using 1d20+4 ((12)). Initiative-Duel with Narik]

"Hey...  everyone," Aadun says as he stepped into the weapon salon and realized that he was the last to show up.  He sits down on the sidelines and decides, at least for the moment to watch the action.  He grins when he realizes that Kala and Narik are about to cross swords and is curious to see who would win.  Assuming the room is large enough, he sits up against the wall and not too close to the mat.
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"Oh?" Joron smirked. "I'll keep that in mind."

With a sidelong glance at the redhead, he studied his would-be rival for a moment. If her skills were as admirable as Krysten led him to believe, she could prove a most worthy opponent. Had he only arrived moments ago, he might have studied their technique, learned from it and used it later. However, much like the Mandalorian, he was going to have to take it as it came.

Looking between Kala and Narik, Joron thought of the possibilities. With one participant a novice and the other skilled with a blade, the outcome seemed one sided from a certain point of view. However, that advantage did not ensure things would be one sided for the Zeltron. "Hmm, what do you think?" He asked the Mandalorian with a small perk of his brow.

The salon is large enough for the duel going on in the center, as well as having room along the sides for seating. In addition to that, there's a clear lane for target practice with the pistols as well in the event that someone wishes to do that while a sparring match is in practice.

Varis takes a seat next to Aadun and sips her water. She doesn't say anything, though.

When Varis sat down next to him, Aadun nodded his head at her before going back to watching the mat.  At first, he doesn't say anything, thinking she may have sat over next to him for a specific reason.  When a few moments go by and she doesn't say anything to him, he leans over and asks, "Who do you think is going to win?"

"I don't really know. The fun is all in watching and finding out. I'll put fifty credits on Kala to win, if you'd like to place a little wager."

Aadun couldn't suppress his grin, when she offered to put a wager on the battle.  He looks over and gives Narik a once over, thinking it through in his head.  He had never seen either of them fight before, so he had no real basis to assume that Narik would win.  Then again, it was only fifty credits.  "Sounds like fun.  Fifty credits on Narik then," he says and holds his hand out to shake on it.

Varis looks at Aadun's hand for a moment, hesitates, then shrugs her shoulders and shakes it. "I can't say I've ever shaken on a bet before now," she tells Aadun.

Aadun casually shrugs his shoulders and says, "It is something I picked up on the road."  At this point he turns his attention back to the room and notices the light pistols over on the side.  While fencing never really held his interest, he would definitely be interested in that.  "While they're getting started, I think I'm going to go have a look at the pistols."

He stands up and strolls over to have a look.  He picks one of them up and kind of holds it in his hand to get a feel for the weight.  He aims the pistol at the target, but doesn't fire.  After a few moments, he sets it back down where he picks it up and says, "If anybody is interested in trying to beat me, I wouldn't mind playing.  We can wait until after Kala and Narik spar, of course."

Krysten studied the man in silk for a moment.  He was obviously comfortable around weapons of some sort, and his fanciful clothing suggested that he was either a dilettante or had enough money to pay for the best lessons.

"I'd say Narik should fight me, as I've got my breath back, and Joron and Kala should go at it with the foils."

She shrugged.

"It's up to you guys, though."

Narik had his mind focused on his opponent when Krysten spoke. He barely heard the words and failed to acknowledge them. There would always be time to spar with Mandalorian later if she wanted an attempt to restore her honour after the defeat at the hands of Varis Rei.

He faced the Zeltron; he analyzed her body and stance. Narik knew people who would crave the attention of any hedonistic Zeltron in the pursuit of pleasure and others that avoided them as dangerously persuasive not wishing to be made a fool of. Narik was not immediately interested in the former and hoped he would not become the later.

As soon as the pair had nodded and touched swords Narik was on the attack. Knowing his skill with the foil was minimal he pushed his attack hoping to force his opponent to err or to get a lucky strike.

[Private to Kala Jorn: 20:54, Today: Narik rolled 10 using 1d20+7. Foil vs Kala.]

[Private to Kala Jorn; The Force: Are we using any special rules i.e. first to get three successful hits or just fighting until we knock the other senseless?]

After they had touched foils to begin the match, Kala watched as Narik came foward and attacked. His blow would have been a forceful one, if it had connected. Instead, she sidestepped his attack, and aimed one at him, thrusting the foil foward.

[Private to Narik: I think it's the first person to three hits.]

[Private to Narik: 15:00, Today: Kala Jorn rolled 11 using 1d20+5. Striking Narik.]

His initial lunge was clumsy. It failed to even give Kala cause to attempt to parry the blow, the soldier recovered well as she sidestepped however. He continued to step forward and ducked beneath the Zeltron counter attack bringing his own blade around to strike with more accuracy this time at his opponent.

[Private to Kala Jorn: 21:08, Today: Narik rolled 17 using 1d20+7. Foil vs Kala. ]

Narik was learning, and rather quickly about the intricacies of fencing. She smiled as he brought a counter attack, since her first blow had faired so poorly. She managed to deflect his blade, and bring her own weapon back into position for another attack

[Private to Narik: Since I don't know your reflex defense, I figured a 24 might hit. Though, Don't know for sure :)]

[Private to Narik: 15:33, Today: Kala Jorn rolled 24 using 1d20+5. Strike attempt]

[Private to Narik: 15:33, Today: Kala Jorn rolled 1 using 1d6. ]

"Seems we'll have to wait for such a match," Joron said with a small shrug of his shoulders. He could understand Krysten's desire to get off of the sideline to test her skills again. Now, however, was the perfect opportunity to learn how Kala and Narik dueled. It was an opportunity he was not about to waste. Eyes darting from the movements of their feet and to the way they thrust and parried, upon Kala's latest movement, he opened his lips to speak a simple phrase. "Here it comes..."

Despite Narik initial strategy to keep on the attack his opponent’s experience of sword-fighting had him on the run. The soldiers own attacks were weak and ill planned, his defence relying on his speed made little use of the foil in his own hand. Kala’s lunge penetrated his failing guard to score a hit squarely on Narik chest.

The sudden move had Narik back pedaling as he stretched to make a counter attack. He over stretched himself and the tip of his blade was short of striking the Zeltron’s body. He seemed to be losing.

[Private to Kala Jorn: Narik’s Reflex Defence is 21
08:15, Today: Narik rolled 10 using 1d20+7. Foil vs Kala.
]

Narik was quick, he seemed to be recovering from his strike attempts quickly, and going for another. Though, she reminded herself while speed was a wonderful trait, it wasn't everything in combat. Her mentor once told her that it wasn't the person who got the first blow in who was the victor, but the last one.

As Narik passed by with another strike, Kala saw an opening, and took it, her blide thrusting foward again.

[Private to Narik: 08:46, Today: Kala Jorn rolled 21 using 1d20+5. Attempt to strike.]

[Private to Narik: 08:46, Today: Kala Jorn rolled 5 using 1d6.]

Another successful strike from Kala put her two hits up and on the verge of winning. The competitive streak in Narik didn’t want to lose without scoring a point.

His continued attempts to evade the tip of Kala’s foil prevented him finding any weakness in her defence so again his simple attack was easily stopped by the Zeltron.

[Private to Kala Jorn: 18:07, Today: Narik rolled 13 using 1d20+7. Foil vs Kala. ]

Kala readied her weapon and parried Narik's strike. Her expression hadn't changed from the get-go, her face still wearing a mask of pure, serine calmness. As she broke the parry, she took another stab at him, trying to wrap this up, so that others could relax, or get out pent up aggression.

[Private to Narik: 18:58, Today: Kala Jorn rolled 21 using 1d20+5. Strike versus Narik.
18:58, Today: Kala Jorn rolled 4 using 1d6.  ]

A successful thrust from the Zeltron and Narik had been defeated without even breaking her defence once. When Narik lifted his protective visor he worn a grin to hide his disappointment, the then soldier lowered his blade ”thanks for the lesson; sorry I wasn’t much of challenge” he apologised as he returned the foil to the sideboard.

Varis turns and smiles at Aadun. "I guess we can settle up later."

She stands up. "So, who would like to go next? Krysten and Joron, perhaps? Aadun, are you up for a round or do you want to challenge someone to a pistol contest?"

Kala removed her visor, and saluted Narik with her weapon. "It was good for someone who never held a blade though." She replied, as she set the visor and the foil back into it's place. "I used to do it quite often, so it does feel good to get the old muscles going."

It might have been only a courtesy but Narik appreciated Kala’s good grace in offering him an excuse for his poor performance. And it had been good to get some exercise ”a good workout but I wouldn’t want to rely on a weapon like that in a fight give me a blaster any day” he joked off his failure in an easy manner with Kala. He hadn’t expected the Zeltron to be as skilled in sword-fighting, he wondered if she hid any other surprises.

Krysten stood up once again, having sat down waiting for Narik and Kala to finish their match.  She motioned to Joron, stepping out to the center of the salon.

"Common, fancy pants."

Aadun smiles.  "Sounds good," he replies to Varis' first question and then says, "I'd like to watch this match, but afterwards I am interested in trying out the pistols."  He watches as Krysten and Joron are about to take the floor.  He was quite interested in this fight, but was hiding his curiosity.  He knew that Krysten would probably be quite good, but he had been wondering about Joron's skills for a while.

[Private to Varis Rei: As far as the bet goes, unless you want to do this another way, I am going to go ahead and take the money out of my inventory on the assumption that I hand over the credits as soon as I have access to them.]

"Blasters are a decent weapon. However, some worlds it's impossible to carry one, due to restrictions or such. So, always have some other weapon you might be able to reach for, just in case." Kala replied, as she took a seat, and waited for the next match to begin. "You should see the masters of swords on my planet. They wear next to nothing, and wield two blades... Unlucky people tend to underestimate them, until they're torn into pieces by the dance of blades..."

Joron shot Krysten a wry smile smile in response as he followed her toward the dueling circle. He hadn't come here to face the Mandalorian but he didn't seem the sort to back down from a challenge despite its difficulty. "I profess to, hmm, moderate skill with a blade. Everything else is..." He wove his hand dismissively. If he was indeed a dilettante, he probably tried his hands at a number of different things in the past. The question was what, if anything, he stuck with. "Have you a preference for this contest?" Though he spoke those words innocent and true, his eyes beamed with unveiled mischief.

It was official, fancy pants was up to something.

Krysten arched an eyebrow at Jorons statement.

"Hands and feet, just like last time."

"Oh but I didn't see last time," Joron reminded her. "I was hoping for something more interesting," he began, as if to shift the warrior's mindset elsewhere. Maybe he had something on his mind? "But I suppose it cannot be helped..." Looking to Narik, he gave the man a rather helpless shrug. It seemed it was his turn to fight in a match he had little to no skill in. Defeating the dala would certainly be tough. However, that did not preclude the fact he would not learn from the encounter.

Krysten grinned at Joron as he came into the center of the room with her.  She could tell he was putting on a small act, but wasn't entirely sure what she was getting herself into.  But she was itching to get a hit in, especially as Varis had taken her 3-0.

[Private to Joron Sarrus: You can go first, unless you want to roll initiative.]

An act, a hit, a promise at redemption, many things were now involved in this session between man and woman but none more important than the last. Silenced withered, replaced by the sounds of joints cracking and popping as the well-dressed noble stretched for the eventful conflict. Once, twice, three times he forced his body to go limber. Despite the sounds, the motions were fluent, graceful and practiced. When he finished, Joron dropped down low in what appeared to be a defensive stance and narrowed his eyes at the lady. He didn't come at her, oh no...that pleasure was reserved for her.
[private to Krysten Tyner: As you wish. For my first act, I have thrown Joron into a defensive fighting stance and taken no attacks. Pushing his Ref from 18 to 23. Let's see what you've got, Mandalorian!]

Kala’s sentiments were a sensible attitude and one Narik agreed with. As part of his training he been taught to defend himself even when unarmed and how to make the best of what he had”always good to have a back-up” he nodded a little distracted by the thought of how it would be to fight against Kala if she was wearing next to nothing like she suggested the natives of her home did.

He was dragged from further thoughts of Kala as Joron caught his eye. Narik responded with a nod and mouthed a silent good luck to the noble as he prepared himself.

Kala was also interested to see the Mandalorian fight Joron. He seemed to be calculating, and calm, so she'd probably have a hard time riling him up, plus, she wanted to see how he fought, was it with percision, or strength.

"This should be an interesting match..." She said, as she picked up two bottles of water, and handed on to Narik.

Krysten threw a low kick, trying to get Joron to move to give her a better idea of what she was up against.

[Private to Joron Sarrus: 22:47, Today: Krysten Tyner rolled 8 using 1d20+4. Attack roll vs. Joron. ]

The soldier accepted the bottle of water from Kala, his hand brushing against hers lightly as he took it. Could he trust her? He was yet to find that out he guessed. He uncapped the water and took a mouthful before answering her ”let’s see what Krysten got” he stated as he had witnessed  her defeat at the hands of Varis earlier.
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Colluded eyes settled upon Krysten and studied her deeply. Cautious, with movements of grace but that kick, that kick did possess power. When it came, he lifted his left leg to evade the blow then moved to strike...or so it seemed. Agile and swift, his movements quickly turned deceptive. Joron's aim was not to strike at Krysten. They were to unbalance and unsettle her so he might capitalize on an opening. [private to Krysten Tyner:
09:20, Today: Joron Sarrus rolled 20 using 1d20+10. Deception - Feint. You'll need to roll init and try to beat it, seeing as how we didn't roll beforehand, heh.]

Krysten saw through the deception, but gave Joron the benefit of the doubt.  She danced at the edge of his reach, waiting for him to leave himself open.
[Private to Joron Sarrus:
13:18, Today: Krysten Tyner rolled 24 using 1d20+9. Initiative.
13:20, Today: Krysten Tyner rolled 8 using 1d20+4. Attack vs Joron.

I beat your feint, but I can't hit anyone, apparently.]

To test her defenses with a feint was unrewarding, for Krysten's perception and battlefield awareness made it a useless gesture. But like her low kick, it served its purpose. Grinning, perhaps in approval, the young noble stepped around and threw his first strike. [private to Krysten Tyner: Good job on the initiative roll. 08:44, Today: Joron Sarrus rolled 12 using 1d20+4. Attack vs Krysten - gimme 20~. Seems even if I landed the feat, I still wouldn't have hit you. :) ]

The attack was what she had been waiting for.  She had finally managed to draw the silk-clad delegation member just far enough out of his guard that she could strike.  Krysten twisted her body into a flat spin, kicking out with one leg immediately after the other, both of her feet striking with brutal precision into his midsection.

[Private to Joron Sarrus: 01:36, Today: Krysten Tyner rolled 24 using 1d20+4. Attack.
01:38, Today: Krysten Tyner rolled 8 using 1d6+3.

Critical!  About damn time, lol.  Total of 16 damage to you.]

Powerful, superbly executed, the blow took the wind right out of Joron's body. He grunted and gasped, fighting to draw in the oxygen she so deviously stole without lowering his guard enough to present an open body for which to capitalize on. Undaunted by what had to be a painful blow, his eyes narrowed while his stance shifted. Soon, he swung his leg for the Mandalorian's head! [private to Krysten Tyner: haha, you stole my 20! I rolled to hit, 10:57, Today: Joron Sarrus rolled 13 using 1d20+4. Looks like I miss again! :) ]

Krysten danced at the edge of Joron's reach and easily ducked his blow, and she gave a retrun blow that was just as easily avoided.  No sense in ending it all right away, was there?

[Private to Joron Sarrus: 09:02, Today: Krysten Tyner rolled 8 using 1d20+5. Attack vs Joron. Looks like that was my one lucky shot.  You should get your 20 aaaaany time now.]

There and gone, like a man that knew the pain that awaited should he stay, Joron quickly removed his lithe body from the reach the Mandalorian's blow. Krysten knew her unarmed combat, he gave her that, but the very moment she missed, his lips twisted into a insidious smile, a smile that was accompanied by a blur of spinning black. From behind one leg, the other swept through the air and headed straight towards his female opponent!

[private to Krysten Tyner: 18:26, Today: Joron Sarrus rolled 20 using 1d20+4. that thing I do where I miss again. I got my 20, though my bab helped! I also rolled 18:30, Today: Joron Sarrus rolled 3 using 1d3+2. d..a..mage?.]

_{OOC Note: Before this combat took place, I asked the GM if we'd be provoking AoOs and if they'd earn a participate an additional point. It was stated that due to the nature of this thread, we wouldn't be provoking them and no additional points will be granted.}
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Krysten steps in to the kick and takes it on her shoulder before connecting with a solid back arm punch straight to Jorons gut.
[Private to Joron Sarrus:
14:26, Today: Krysten Tyner rolled 17 using 1d20+5. Attack.
14:27, Today: Krysten Tyner rolled 4 using 1d6. Force Point.
14:28, Today: Krysten Tyner rolled 8 using 1d6+3. Damage.

Had to burn a Force Point to do it, but by golly, I gotcha :P]

The blow connected and pride faltered. So fast was the counter to his attack that all manner of defense seemed useless. With tightened abs and teeth, a sinister hiss escaped his lips as he fought to absorb the force of the Mandalorian's fist. Though it all happened in the blink of an eye, the burst of pain left him something to remember and that something caused a small flicker in his eyes. A glimmer of the danger that laid in wait in the depths of his mind. Swinging his left hand to the arm that struck his gut, Joron immediately took a single step forward and thrust his fist for the lady's chest! [private to Krysten Tyner: Good job! But I think I got you back?

20:24, Today: Joron Sarrus rolled 19 using 1d20+4. ....20?.
20:24, Today: Joron Sarrus rolled 4 using 1d3+2.]

Joron managed to slip a punch past her guard, forcing Krysten to twist at the waist to turn it into a grazing blow.  The sudden change in momentum was enough to shift her next attack so that it whiffed completely.  She backed off, keeping her guard up while she considered her next attack.  It was two points to each of them, and she was bound and determined not to lose this match.

Granted, it was great fun either way, but it didn't say much for the most heavily armored of the bodyguards if she couldn't take on one of their diplomats in a little hand to hand.

[Private to Joron Sarrus:
12:19, Today: Krysten Tyner rolled 10 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 5. Attack vs Joron.

*Lets head fall on desk.*  Figures.  :P]
This message was last edited by the player at 20:28, Sat 06 June 2009.

Wit versus will, skill versus temerity, fueled by an incessant need and competitive drive, neither man nor woman wished to be defeated by the other. To those that watched their little match, things seemed interesting enough. Both combatants had done well this match, with neither side possessing a gross lead over the other. When Krysten took a step back and went on the defensive, Joron followed. For all his grace and charm, his attempted strike seemed...lacking. [private to Krysten Tyner:

08:11, Today: Joron Sarrus rolled 5 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 1.

It would seem that even in failure I must somehow outdo you. Thankfully, this isn't rcr or dnd, making the 1 an automatic miss, rather than a spectacular combative failure. Otherwise, I'd stumble around and cause a scene.]

They were both getting tired, that must've been it.  Krysten deflected Jorons blow, and her return attack was decidedly languid.  She threw a punch that he ducked easily, and they were back where they started.

[Private to Joron Sarrus: 10:12, Today: Krysten Tyner rolled 6 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 1. Attack.

You totally jinxed me.  :P]

Fatigue, skill, luck, misfortune, whichever the case behind the constant misses, the two sparring were not yet finished. With her blow yet again avoided, the noble grinned and threw another punch in her direction! Who knew, perhaps this would be the one to finish her?

[private to Krysten Tyner:

21:13, Today: Joron Sarrus rolled 13 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 9.

Miss!]

Varis watches the two combatants curiously. Knowing, as she does, Krysten's skill level, Joron's stock has risen in her esteem. He's obviously better than one could tell from his upbringing, although she isn't terribly surprised, given her similar background.

"At the current rate, the two of you may drop from exhaustion before one of you gets three points. I'd say you're fairly evenly matched."

Krysten blocked the blow and swung her knee up at Joron, though he pushed past her and avoided the strike.  Once again, they were left facing each other, waiting for the other to strike.

[Private to Joron Sarrus: 18:29, Today: Krysten Tyner rolled 14 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 9. Attack vs Joron.]

Failed. His previous attack had failed, leaving an extreme lack of satisfaction upon his face. The longer the combat seemed to last, the more emotions boiled. Fun, yes, it was fun to go toe to toe with a Mandalorian and prove that he wasn't just another spoiled brat. However, the longer the combat lasted, the more he wished to finish it. "Close," Joron jested as he avoided Krysten's knee. "You want to give up or would you like to finish this?"

With those words, he spun his leg, aiming a kick for the lady's neck.

"I was just waiting for you to get your act together, fancy pants," she said with a grin as she launched her next attack.

Krysten blasted past Jorons kick and launched a blow at his back, being careful to avoid his kidneys.


[Private to Joron Sarrus: 06:18, Today: Krysten Tyner rolled 19 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 14.
06:18, Today: Krysten Tyner rolled 9 using 1d6+3 with rolls of 6. damage.]

The sudden hit to his back caused Joron's eyes to widen. Unexpected it was, to have such an abrupt end to their lengthy match. The tides had turned again and again, leaving neither truly ahead of the other. However, it was the Mandalorian that came out on top. Had they decided upon different weapons, the outcome may have been different but such thoughts seemed pointless right now. She had given him a number of things to think about and during this combat, he saw areas to improve upon.

"Next time," he said with a nod and a boyish grin. Oh he'd get her next time and in a match that would favor him as the victor. Finally finished with their duel, he sauntered out of the dueling area to get a bottle of water. [private to Krysten Tyner: Good job. :) ]

"Excellent, both of you." She turns and looks at the others. "Anyone else?"
This message was last edited by the player at 21:34, Tue 09 June 2009.

Krysten grins, her visible skin glistening with sweat as she follows Joron to the water.

"Next time indeed."

Grabbing a bottle of water, she grabs a seat to watch someone else.

"Anyone want to go with pistols?  I'm enjoying this," she says if no one speaks up.

Though he appeared fine when he exited the dueling circle, the moment the adrenaline faded from Joron's body he placed his back to the wall and slowly slid down. The combined blows to his midsection had done a number on him and thanks to that last blow, the nerves on his back were irate. Glancing from Varis and then to Krysten he shook his head. As much as he'd enjoy to go against the Mandalorian again, or even try his hand at swords, he needed some time to recuperate.

"Looks like you're up," Joron said to Aadun with the smallest of grins. He couldn't help but wonder if the slicer had what it took to out shoot Krysten.

Aadun returned Joron's grin and then looks over at Krysten.  He was already standing by the pistols, so he grabs the second one and holds it out towards her.  "I'm ready whenever you are."

"While Krysten and Aadun try their hand at pistols, would you care to duel with blades, Joron? I would like to get in one more match, at least."

Varis picks up one of the foils and waits for Joron or one of the others to grab the other.

OOC: You can either roll your 10 shots together, or you can alternate. Your call on the ranged. Anything under 10 is a miss.

Hazel eyes looked to the redheaded Duchess with a modicum of intrigue when she mentioned a match. Though he enjoyed the battle of hands and feet, it was a duel of swords and wits that truly brought him to the dining hall turned weapon salon to begin with. Narrowing his eyes and pursing his lips, he considered the offer carefully.

Carefully, apparently, lasted only a second.

With a sing-song hum, the dark haired dilettante stood from the floor, collected a foil and visor from the table then sauntered lazily toward the center of the room. Once he stood opposite of Varis, he donned the visor, brought the foil to his face then right back down in salute. For now, he said no words, for the weapon had said everything for him...he was ready. [private to GM: In case we're to roll initiative, I've done so...got a 19. Heh.

00:01, Today: Joron Sarrus rolled 19 using 1d20+9 with rolls of 10. Initiative. ]

Krysten made her way around the edge of the room towards the small pistol range.  She picked up the pistol offered to her and hefted it a couple of times.  It was definitely lighter than she was used to, but it would have to do.  She motioned to Aadun.

"I'll go first.  Setting the bar and all that," she said with a sly grin.  With that, she turned and unleashed a hail of shots.  The first, a ranging shot, missed high and to the left.  The nine that followed, however, were spot on, hammering the target with the fusillade.  None of them were perfect bulls-eye's, but two of them were insanely close.

She turned and blew across the heat wave at Aadun before spinning the pistol around her finger and setting it back on the table.

"Your turn."

[Private to Aadun Ogden:  Sorry.  Completely forgot to copy and paste.

20:47, Yesterday: Krysten Tyner rolled 12 using 1d20+6 with rolls of 6. Pistol target.
20:47, Yesterday: Krysten Tyner rolled 11 using 1d20+6 with rolls of 5. Pistol target.
20:47, Yesterday: Krysten Tyner rolled 15 using 1d20+6 with rolls of 9. Pistol target.
20:47, Yesterday: Krysten Tyner rolled 20 using 1d20+6 with rolls of 14. Pistol target.
20:47, Yesterday: Krysten Tyner rolled 24 using 1d20+6 with rolls of 18. Pistol target.
20:46, Yesterday: Krysten Tyner rolled 24 using 1d20+6 with rolls of 18. Pistol target.
20:46, Yesterday: Krysten Tyner rolled 17 using 1d20+6 with rolls of 11. Pistol target.
20:46, Yesterday: Krysten Tyner rolled 23 using 1d20+6 with rolls of 17. Pistol target.
20:46, Yesterday: Krysten Tyner rolled 20 using 1d20+6 with rolls of 14. Pistol target.
20:46, Yesterday: Krysten Tyner rolled 7 using 1d20+6 with rolls of 1. Pistol target. ]
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Varis salutes Joron politely, then puts the visor on with her free hand. She twirls over to her place and then assumes a ready position after flourishing her foil. She flashes a grin at Joron. "Come, Joron, I shall let you strike first. And then, I shall school you in the ways of dueling. I do hope you learn your lessons well as it shall be my deepest pleasure to provide them," she quips, confident and amused. [Private to Joron Sarrus: Varis yields initiative to Joron.]

Unseen by the naked eye, Joron's visor veiled a poisonous grin. The taunts, like music, invigorated his dueling spirit. Varis knew of his weapon of choice, or rather, she had heard Jaerad mention it. He was a duelist through and through and now...now it was time to see if those years of training were worth the effort.

"Well, I am a fast learner," he replied, taking her amused words stride. En garde!"

Different, the way he moved with a sword was similar yet different. Prideful, graceful, each movement was an act drawn to capture and deceive. His feet were swift, his weapon intrepid, and the body across from them its mark. The speed in which he advanced was surreal. With a flourish and thrust of his arm, the young lord aimed directly for one of the lady's vital points.

Her heart. He aimed directly for her heart.
[private to GM:

14:29, Today: Joron Sarrus rolled 27 using 1d20+7 with rolls of 20. That thing where I miss.
14:33, Today: Joron Sarrus rolled 7 using 1d6+2 with rolls of 5.

Critical hit. Double damage to the lovely redhead!]
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A whoosh of air escapes Varis's lips as Joron's lunge forces it from her lungs. A wicked smile forms in response. "Oh, a hit! How droll. A good beginning, but the beginning of the end. One lucky strike doesn't win the match!" she says with a cruel laugh.

Her first thrust is surgically precise, a nasty blow to Joron's own chest, above his heart.

[Private to Joron Sarrus:
10:40, Today: Secret Roll: Varis Rei rolled 24 using 1d20+11 with rolls of 13. To Hit Joron.
10:41, Today: Secret Roll: Varis Rei rolled 10 using 1d6+5 with rolls of 5. Damage. ]

Tickled by her cruelty, Joron replied with the only words that came to mind. "Call it whatever makes you feel better, it changes nothing."

Indeed it did not. A blow was a blow and be it skill or luck, that wouldn't change the slight against Varis' pride, nor the damage dealt. With Krysten, he had started on the defensive to gauge the way she fought and moved. But for the Duchess, he had changed his tactics she wouldn't know what to expect. Thus far, his aggression had paid off...but would it continue to?

In a flash of precision, the wicked lady's foil penetrated Joron's guard and stung his chest in a similar manner than he had just struck her. Oh she was good, very, very good and it was only when the wicked lady moved that he truly learned what he was up against. This wasn't going to be a walk in the park. Narrowing his eyes, he went on the offensive a second time, moving to strike her in the vital organs yet again. This time...her kidney.

[private to GM:
15:58, Today: Joron Sarrus rolled 24 using 1d20+7 with rolls of 17. That thing where I miss.
15:59, Today: Joron Sarrus rolled 8 using 1d6+2 with rolls of 6.

I have this feeling 24 may not be high enough to hit your level 10-11 reflex save but rolled damage anyway. Part of me thinks to enact a FP or dark rage, but eh...]

Varis neatly dances out of the way of Joron's strike. Her graceful movements are much more reminiscent of ballet than mere swordplay. With her free hand, she twitches her finger back and forth, "No, no, no. You naughty boy. Another hit shan't be so easy as the first. You'll have to be satisfied with first blood."

Her eyes flashing with glee, she darts in again, lightning quick, a slice across across Joron's belly which, with a real blade, would likely slit him open if it hit.

[Private to Joron Sarrus:
12:31, Today: Secret Roll: Varis Rei rolled 30 using 1d20+11 with rolls of 19. To Hit Joron.
12:31, Today: Secret Roll: Varis Rei rolled 6 using 1d6+5 with rolls of 1. Damage. ]

"Guess not," he replied matter-of-factly to the Duchess as he watched her gracefully maneuver around his blow. "Oh I am. First blood is always the sweetest."

Baited and unabated, what started off as a match in his favor quickly spirals out of his control. Try as he might to land a second blow, his attacks do little good. Worn, he had been worn down by the combined combat of Krysten and Varis without enough rest. But this excuse, he did not use or say. It was through sheer will and determination that he continued on. The slice to his stomach was quick and caused his teeth to clench at the sudden pain. It was the same area, the same area the Mandalorian punished with multiple blows. Instinctively, his arm thrust a counter but that counter had been blinded by that flash of pain. He'd get her... he didn't know when...but he'd get her...

[private to GM: 18:32, Today: Secret Roll: Joron Sarrus rolled 15 using 1d20+8 with rolls of 7. Missing Varis - Now with fixed BAB!.
18:14, Today: Secret Roll: Joron Sarrus rolled 19 using 1d20+15 with rolls of 4. Block!.

Each miss. Also, I think Joron has exceeded his hitpoints in damage from the two combats he's been in. So I'm playing him as described above. He should last long enough to be poked one last time before he falls down. :) ]

Varis shoots back a mockingly saccharine grin. "First blood is sweetest, but the victor has the most satisfaction."

She lunges again, this time towards Joron's shoulder, intending to offer him an unpleasant bruise and additional reminder of their encounter.

[Private to Joron Sarrus:
Don't worry about the hit points. The damage rolls are really just to be rolling. It would be much more reasonable, since it's 3 points to win, to say each hit did 1 point of damage.

It'll hit unless he Blocks.

14:17, Today: Secret Roll: Varis Rei rolled 25 using 1d20+11 with rolls of 14. To Hit Joron.
14:18, Today: Secret Roll: Varis Rei rolled 11 using 1d6+5 with rolls of 6. Damage. ]

All time seemed to slow as Varis' blade thrust for his shoulder. A bruise, a slight, a manner of offense to his ego, that was what she wished to leave him. To harry and humble him like a civil servant. But Joron was not compliant with the lady's arrogance, nor was he compliant with going down so early. With a swift movement of his arm, he blocked the incoming attack.

"You've not won yet," he snarled, feeling his anger boil from within, then aimed his own blade for the lady.

[private to GM: Looks like I finally landed a block when it counts! Of course...I missed the attack.

19:37, Today: Joron Sarrus rolled 14 using 1d20+8 with rolls of 6.
19:34, Today: Secret Roll: Joron Sarrus rolled 31 using 1d20+15 with rolls of 16. Block. ]

Varis laughs in response to Joron's snarl. "Oh, I think that one might have hurt," she quips as she spins out of the path of his blade, "if you'd managed another lucky thrust.

"Do I detect a hint of anger, Joron?" she taunts. Obviously, Varis's fighting style is as much mental as physical, with the wry comments and barbs designed to throw her opponent off balance.

She strikes at Joron's sword arm this time.

[Private to Joron Sarrus:
14:51, Today: Secret Roll: Varis Rei rolled 24 using 1d20+11 with rolls of 13. To Hit Joron.
14:51, Today: Secret Roll: Varis Rei rolled 6 using 1d6+5 with rolls of 1. Damage. ]

"Are you kidding me?" Joron asks, his voice full of mock pain. "I've been in pain since I ate that slop you prepared for dinner! Just whom taught you to cook, anyway?"

"Oh you'd be angry too if you ate something like that and you got poked in the stomach," Like Varis, his dueling style used wits and tongue as much as it did feints and grace. However, unlike the Duchess, thus far, she'd been coming out on top.

Seeing through her attack, Joron parried her incoming blow then stepped through her guard to capture his second point of the match. "Guess it's my lucky day, eh?"

[private to GM: If her reflex is less than 27, I guess you get to roll block for once~

20:07, Today: Joron Sarrus rolled 7 using 1d6+2 with rolls of 5.
20:03, Today: Joron Sarrus rolled 27 using 1d20+8 with rolls of 19. Luck.
20:01, Today: Secret Roll: Joron Sarrus rolled 25 using 1d20+15 with rolls of 10. Block. ]

Or, at least Joron thought he was going to capture his second point. At the last instant, with prescient grace, Varis avoids the blow which Joron was certain should have hit.

"Oh, so close. You know what they say, though: close only counts with proton torpedoes and concussion grenades," she jests. "Better luck next time.

"Your satire is as poor as your aim, Joron."

There's no attack with blade this round, but those watching have the distinct impression that salvos have been launched nonetheless.

[Private to Joron Sarrus:
15:25, Today: Secret Roll: Varis Rei rolled 20 using 1d20+19 with rolls of 1. Castigate Joron.
-2 to your Defenses through the end of her next turn.
Glad that one came on a skill roll and not an attack roll.]

"Or your vocabulary," Joron quipped as he flourished his blade. "That blow must have really gotten to your pride, Varis. What's the matter, unable to let it go and think up something new?"

[private to GM: I assume you just beat me with a feint? In any case, I rolled a feint vs you.

20:48, Today: Joron Sarrus rolled 20 using 1d20+10 with rolls of 10. feint. ]

Varis chuckles. "When I've won our little bout, here, I shall be more than pleased to educate you in the full range and depth of my vocabulary. Should you, somehow, turn the tables, you'll still receive a thorough tutoring."

Varis lunges again, quick and bold, a thrust at Joron's visor.

[Private to Joron Sarrus: Not a feint. Noble talent from Scum and Villainy. Castigate. Persuasion vs. your Will Defense. -2 to all of your Defenses through the end of this turn.
And in case it was unclear, Varis did avoid Joron's last attack. The score still stands at Varis 2: Joron 1.

15:56, Today: Secret Roll: Varis Rei rolled 24 using 1d20+12 with rolls of 12. Initiative vs. Deception.
15:56, Today: Secret Roll: Varis Rei rolled 16 using 1d20+11 with rolls of 5. To Hit Joron.
15:57, Today: Secret Roll: Varis Rei rolled 7 using 1d6+5 with rolls of 2. Damage.

You can not help but Block that, in spite of the fact that it would otherwise hit because of Castigate. LoL. I think I'll not do that again.]

"Oh I can imagine," Joron grins, easily blocking the lady's strike toward his visor. "Not used to losing, are you?"

"But sure, if you've something worth teaching," he said, swinging his weapon toward the Duchess. "I'll listen." Maybe.
[private to GM: Ah, no wonder I didn't recognize it. Oh I didn't think the attack hit her, else she'd call it another lucky shot and hmm. Shame I don't know what her reflex is~

Another round, another block.
21:12, Today: Joron Sarrus rolled 14 using 1d20+8 with rolls of 6. Attack. - Miss.

Also, pay no mind to the die roller's screwy added perception rolls. Happened from miss-clicks when I went to roll attack, haha.]

"I don't lose often, and the losses are never permanent. I can find advantage in any turn of events."

She thrusts again, exactly the same as her last attack.

[Private to Joron Sarrus: 16:50, Today: Secret Roll: Varis Rei rolled 6 using 1d6+5 with rolls of 1. Damage.
16:49, Today: Secret Roll: Varis Rei rolled 20 using 1d20+11 with rolls of 9. To Hit Joron. ]

The blow connects, stopping whatever quip Joron might have said in reply. Stunned and defeated, his counter, too, stops before it begins. It took the redhead quite some time but she did it, she finally did it...she bested him with a sword. Taking a step back, he removes the visor from his head then shakes his hair loose.

"Looks like I'm done," he said, shrugging off the defeat like he didn't care. Though, perhaps under that nonchalant shell, he did. "I'll meet you later about those lessons, you can do all the tongue wagging then."

Varis's arrogant swagger and attitude vanish beneath a polite facade as soon as Joron concedes the bout. "Well fought, Joron. That was admirably done. With a little more practice in the real world under your belt, you'll have no trouble besting me, I think."

She runs the spot that Joron hit with her fingertips. "I thought perhaps you did have me, given that first hit. Very well done. It's a good thing I'm not planning on wearing anything low cut for a few days, for I'll have a bruise there that will be most unseemly. Ah well, that's what bacta is for, yes?" she asks with a smile.

Joron gave a modest shrug of his shoulders. Maybe if he stopped wasting his time on petty bets with his peers and racing around the galaxy, his skill with a blade would bloom into something far more admirable. "Maybe, but with the way you move, I think even then I'll have trouble landing a blow," he admitted after careful consideration of her graceful footwork.

A visage of innocence appeared on the noble's young face as Varis ran her fingers where he first attacked. "Yielding the initiative worked for and against you. It allowed me to show you my skill but," he gestured towards the redhead's chest. It was to her own body's peril. "Once you went on the defensive," he just shook his head. "Where did you learn to fence to fence like that?"

"It was a calculated risk, allowing you the advantage of the first attack. In a real fight... well, I wouldn't have willing ceded initiative to you." She stretches a bit as she turns her attention to Krysten and Aadun, working out the tension in her chest. Better to endure a little discomfort now than real soreness later.

"As for my training, the daughter of a Duke has the best instructors money and connections can buy. My fencing master was probably the best duelist in the galaxy during his heyday. Rumor had it that as a young man he'd had the opportunity to face Jedi in duels and won, although I never heard it from him."

As Varis turns her eyes to the pistol range, Joron moves opposite of her for a bottle of water. "Water?" He asked, offering the victor something to quench her thirst.

"Ah, that would explain it...safe to say I've had similar training." He shrugged, offering little more information about his training than that.

Varis takes the offered bottle. "Thank you."

She chuckles. "Noble fencing styles around the galaxy tend to have a lot in common, although I'm sure a few distinctive moves here or there are telling, similar to how dialects work."

Aadun grinned at Krysten and then got into position.  "You're pretty good," he says while he is taking aim.  Just before he started to shoot, he stands up a little straighter and his face hardens in concentration.  Just like Krysten, he also shoots out a stream of blasts, hitting the target every time.

Once he was done with his last shot, he steps back and sets it back down on the table.

[Private to Krysten Tyner: And my results are...  *insert drum roll here*

You rolled 25 using 1d20+5 ((20)).
You rolled 15 using 1d20+5 ((10)).
You rolled 22 using 1d20+5 ((17)).
You rolled 13 using 1d20+5 ((8)).
You rolled 24 using 1d20+5 ((19)).
You rolled 13 using 1d20+5 ((8)).
You rolled 22 using 1d20+5 ((17)).
You rolled 17 using 1d20+5 ((12)).
You rolled 25 using 1d20+5 ((20)).
You rolled 19 using 1d20+5 ((14)).
]

Varis walks over and pats Aadun on the shoulder. "I'm glad I didn't bet this time around. Nothing personal, Aadun, but my money would've been on Krysten. Why don't you keep your credits from our little wager for surprising me."

She looks around. "Anyone else up for a match of something or are we ready to call it a night?"

Krysten shakes her head as Aadun puts every shot on target.

"Nicely done.  It's nice to know that even the delegation members can defend themselves if necessary."

She safed the pistol and set it on the desk.

"I believe I'm going to go ahead and return to my quarters.  Thanks for the sparring, everyone.  I'm certainly more confident in our chances should anything go wrong."

After any replies, she leaves through the turbolift she came in and heads back to her quarters.

[Private to Aadun Ogden: Good job.  That first roll of mine really sucked.]

Aadun's skill with a pistol garnered the smallest perk of Joron's noble brow. He was impressive, most impressive. Slicer must have been another word for gunslinger where the Zabrak did business. But then, someone in his line of work would need to be able to defend himself.

"Maybe some other time." Joron replies to Varis with a slow shake of his head. "I think my body would like a nice relaxing shower. Perhaps after we can meet for those lessons you promised?"

Aadun wasn't sure what to think about his underdog status and while it confused him, he did as Varis asked and didn't really take it personally.  He nods his head and says, "Thank you.  I'm glad I could put on a good show."

He turns to Krysten and nods his head at her.  "I enjoyed the match.  Have a good night."

[Private to Krysten Tyner: Thanks.  The dice roller can be very fickle.]

Varis nods. "That will be fine, Joron. I'll see you later and we can chat in private."

Nodding to Varis and Aadun, Joron leaves the fencing equipment neatly on the table then exits the weapon salon. Though he had lost both of his matches, that seemed to be of little, if any, concern. Right now, the only thing on his mind was a shower and that was not something he was about to lose out on.

Kala stood up from her spot on the floor, and nodded to Varis.

"Thank you for the excellent meal, and the chance to work some of it off." She said, as she stretched, and began to make her way out of the room. She nodded to Krysten and Aadun as she walked out. "I hope you have a good evening."

"Since it seems like we are all done, I suppose I will go see about some sleep, myself," he says to whomever may be left.  He clasps his hands behind his back and turns to head off to his room.