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[[I do believe that I said that I was going to make the first post. But since you are so eager to begin, let us.]]
Serratus strolled up behind Rachk, who had his back turned to the High Mage, and threw a Force push at the Sith Warrior, sending the Zabrak sprawling across the platform.
"Vigilance, Darth, vigilance. Assume nothing, question everything. This is the way of the dark side."
With a wave of one hand, he dismissed the decoy ship, with the other, he lifted Rachk up on to his feet using the Force.
"Such laxness is unbecoming of a prospective Military man. From the second you stepped on this platform, my mission has been to defeat you. You should not have assumed I would wait for the duel proper to begin. Now, ready yourself. I am well-armed and -prepared. Though you may only see the lightsabers on my belt and the staves on my back, I have more weapons than you have spikes. Stand, Zabrak. On your guard."
Serratus was resplendent in shimmering-white spider silk robes, lightweight and comfortable but tougher than durasteel, for the High Mage wore them in place of armour, after being stuck in a suit for so many years, he was still not comfortable wearing even a couple of plates. His staff, Arbiter, and a gaderffii were crossed over his back and each of his many lightsabers was clipped to his belt. However, concealed within his clothing were many more tricks and, in some cases, the clothing was the trick. _________________
If you see dreadlocks and a staff coming towards you very rapidly, you're in trouble.
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