Durza's Training Duel: Durza and Kindrid

Kindrid Nokah

Kindrid, relying solely on his extensive Sith training and the acrobatics his father had taught him, backflipped into the air and kicked off the side of the wall, landing right behind Durza. Without turning around, Kindrid swung his right foot along the ground and swept Durza's feet out from under him. While Durza fell, Kindrid used Force grip on his own lightsaber and pulled it back to him. He held it pointed directly at Durza's back, a mere inch away, as he lay flat on the hard durasteel floor. "Had enough?" He asked, slightly panting.
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Here laid to rest, is a love ever long...

Durza

Durza, gripped his lightsaber tightly in his hand, and said with a false, seemingly healthy voice, "I'm just getting started!" disguising his tiring mood. He quickly put his lightsaber behind his back, defending himself from attack, bending over at the same time, and gave Kindrid a mule kick in his crotch.

Kindrid Nokah

Kindrid recoiled yet seemed to easily ignore the pain. It was a technique that he used several times before, sending the pain to the very edges of his mind and forgetting about it. He held his blade defensively and watched as Durza rose to his feet, lightsaber in hand. After a few moments of utter silence, Kindrid deactivated his blade and grinned slightly. "You will make a great Sith one day, Durza." With that said, Kindrid turned and walked out of the training chamber.
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Here laid to rest, is a love ever long...

Durza

"HAHAHAHA!" Durza laughed, "Endurance is everything, but thank you for your high regards, and sorry for the dirty move" He said still laughing, not at Kindrid, but because he could finally rest. "And I must say you are a great fighter" Durza said, complementing Kindrid. He walked out with Kindrid, and then sought out his master, the Prophet Crozeus.