Barrill vs. Jet-Wal (Spar)

[.:.::Bornor Re'Aden::.:.]

Barrill made his way into the arena, his lightsabers already out but not ignited. As he entered through the gates, the crowds started roaring. It seemed he was well-known, even with his hood up. He continued on, into the center of the arena. He did some mental stretching, allowing himself to use more Force powers. He also had the help of his magic gauntlet. He waited for his opponent to get here, silently, and ready.

[Sabre]

Jet-Wal Kindan entered, although generally opposed to fighting sparing seemed acceptable to him. It was also a good way to convince people of power him and the Remnant were worth more than often assumed to be. He wore his Jedi robes, his thin brown under clothes, his white Robes, his leather boot and his long flowing brown cloak. He stepped through the thin sand, making his way easily toward his opponent. He stopped feet infront of him and bowed. “Good Morning” he said in a friendly manner.

[.:.::Bornor Re'Aden::.:.]

Barrill bowed back, having great respect for the Jedi.

"Good morning to you, also. Please state your terms."

[Sabre]

Jet-Wal thought for a moment, he wasn't fully acquainted with any knowledge over terms however as a young boy he used to watch wrestling on the holonet. "Perhaps, Anything goes?" He said not sure as to whether or not it would amount to anything.

[.:.::Bornor Re'Aden::.:.]

Barrill nodded. It didn't matter, except, of course, no deaths. He was pretty sure Jet-Wal knew that, though.

"Agreed. Let's begin. Your move."

Barrill ignited his two sabers, holding them at his sides.