For half a second, Raezyr was irked by the comment, but he decided to let it go. Trychon felt more like a brother than just a fellow student, and he knew that no harm was intended.
"Yeah, let's do it," he said, buckling on his utility belt as they walked down the hall to the lounge area with Trychon right behind him.
As Raezyr entered the open space where they usually sparred he heard Trychon's blade snap on. He barely had time to dive and roll as the blade passed where his head had just been.
That's almost cheating, Raezyr sent as he came up with both blades ignited.
Get over it, Trychon shot back as the three blades clashed. Their blows became fast and furious, almost too fast to see. Block and lunge, parry and thrust. Raezyr realized quickly that Trychon was trying to switch tactics on him, but no matter how many times Trychon's blade came at him, his own blade was there to deflect it.
Raezyr started to get a bit overconfident, taking broader sweeps with his blades, when suddenly Trychon's blade swung at the opening that Raezyr left, and sliced through his shirt and leaving a wicked burn across his chest and knocking his short blade across the room.
Pain flooded through Raezyr as did the rage. He gripped his long blade with both hands and let go of every inhibition, driving Trychon backwards, raining down powerful strike after strike which Trcyhon was having trouble holding off.
With a Force aided kick to the chest, Trychon flew backwards and slammed into the wall.
Trychon felt the Force rise unbidden and cushion both the kick and his body striking the wall. He landed back onto the floor, ready for the inevitable death blow. But it never came.
He stood focused on Raezyr, but he wasn't looking at Trychon. He was standing there staring at the bulkhead behind him. Turning, he saw what held Raezyr's attention.
A door had swung aside. A door that blended in perfectly with the wall.
Even? the thought came into Trychon's mind as they both began to check out the secret compartment.
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