The Salle - Saturday Afternoon

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Since things were all crazy around the island, Sora decided that it was a good idea to head down to the salle with his keyblade and work out.

It had been a while, well since they'd rescued Naminé, that he'd done anything with the Keyblade and as it's master, that just seemed kinda... lazy? Yeah, he was lazy.

Putting up a dummy for his target, Sora began to slash at it in his typical technique. Needless to say, he was just flailing and bashing at it in any way possible until it disappeared; no technique there at all.

If you asked Sora though, he wasn't doing anything wrong.

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[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

Cassandra's eyebrow twitched. "You look competent," she suggested.

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Competent? First Windu questioned her compentency, now she was getting questioned by strangers! Serra's eyebrows shot up and she regarded the girl with amusement. "I like to think I am."

Standing, she flicked her wrists and ignited both of her lightsabers. "I don't suppose you'd like to find out?"

Rash, yes. Emotional? Yes. Windu could stuff his Jedi zen.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

Cassandra considered a moment then reached back to loosen her blade in its sheathe, "Rules?"

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"Try not to maim the civilians?" Serra suggested dryly. "As I would appear to be a guest, it would be bad form to tear up their salle too badly."

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"That's it?" Cassandra grinned dangerously. No rules against killing blows? Interesting.

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"First blood or first 'kill'?" Serra asked, watching her opponent carefully. She really didn't like that grin.

It looked too much like the one she usually wore when dueling with Cin.

She glanced at the sheathe the other woman was carrying. "What sort of blade are you using?"

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"Either is acceptable," the grin widened in approval. Smart move.

"Folded steel," nothing fancy, but a good blade.

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"Problem." Looking around, Serra pulled one of the practice dummies away from the wall.

Taking a step back, she twirled one lightsaber in a basic Ataru move and sliced clean through it, the blade's energy cackling as the dummy's 'head' fell off. "There any other swords around here I can use?"

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"We could look," Cassandra shrugged, turning slightly to survey the room for alternate weapons.

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Serra grimaced as all she could seem to find were wooden practice swords. Right style, wrong material. "Well, we can either both switch to wood, or you can try and use one of mine. Have you ever used a lightsaber before?"

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"I do not believe so. I am familiar with a number of energy blade designs," she explained, "But none quite like that."

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Powering one lightsaber down, Serra flipped the hilt in her hand and offered it towards the other woman. "Use the dial near where the blade was. You can control the power that way, I simply don't want to risk damaging your personal weapon if we really get going."

"Although if we're exchanging weapons, we also ought to exchange pleasantries." She bowed slightly, keeping her eyes on her new friend. "Serra Keto, Jedi Knight."

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Hefting the weapon in one hand, Cassandra studied Serra. She dipped her head in a slight nod, "Cassandra Cain, League of Assassins."

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Good one, Keto, hand your blade to an assassin. Smoooooth.

"I sincerely hope you don't have a contract to fill on me," she said glibly. "I just arrived today."

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"No," Cassandra smiled coldly. "I only personally undertake the most challenging targets."

Yeah, that might have been a little dig there.

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

A little dig? Ha! "I suppose that's one way to do it," she replied tranquilly, letting the Force flow through her. "Work your way down to discover what your ability level is, rather than upwards. It seems a bit backwards to me, but whatever works for you."

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Cassandra just smirked, "Ready when you are."

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"Did you wish to work with the lightsaber, then?" Before she had even finished the question, Serra as moving, flowing quickly into the Ataru (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Form_IV:_Ataru) style and aiming at Cassandra's head.

After all, she doubted the assassin was going to go easy on her.

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Cassandra swept her own blade up. It was fortunate that she could read her opponent, the lightsaber didn't handle like she had expected it to, and she had to readjust in mid-block.

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Serra rebounded off Cassandra's block, twirling the blade in her hand to keep her momentum and to try and come in from the side.

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That strike too was blocked, but Cassandra backed away. The weapon was still unfamiliar, and she needed as much time as possible to counter each of Serra's strikes.

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She simply continued a relentless assault, staying on the offensive to try and land a hit.

Reaching through the Force, the Jedi aimed a solid push at Cassandra, planning to knock her off her feet long enough to score.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

The shove was completely unexpected, and threw Cassandra off-balance. She tossed herself back into a roll to get more space between them. "Neat trick."

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Charging, Serra slashed at Cassandra with a speed and strength that belied her petite stature. "I'm full of interesting tricks, just wait."

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"I'd rather not," Cassandra said as she spun low and swept for Serra's ankles.