Eiron chuckled as Raezyr tensed. He sensed Trychon and Tyrazzapon as they considered the same things. "Be not afraid," he said. "I merely wish to test you."
He angled his blade towards the ground, then swept it over his head and slashed towards Raezyr's front. The young man ignited his own weapons and blocked the strike. "See? There is nothing to it."
"How many of you built your own lightsabers?"
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