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"Don't bother. Having survived off of Military Rations, I am not scared by you. And appearing intelligent to your opponent doesn't hurt, even when its not true."
Marius was taller than his opponent, four years younger, and at least a match for physical power, if not greater. His years in the Military had honed his body into a weapon, a physical lightsaber.
His Class 720 Ghtroc Freighter was on the opposite side of the roof from Fien's craft, creating a ring for the battle. Marius was wearing his combat flight suit, a black weave of armored cloth and supplies. Running his hand through his hair, which he had grown out since joining the Sith, he took a breath in and released it after a slight pause.
His right hand drifted down towards his own saber. The black hilt was unadorned by any decorative markings, jewels, and trinkets. It was a soldier's weapon, design for a purpose and serving that purpose. There was no need to intricate engravings or bright colors. Marius bobbed his weapon in his hand, feeling its familiar weight before igniting it. The silver blade jumped from the emitter, a wavering beam of death in front of the former Admiral.
Marius took a standard Shien-Djem So opening stance, a high guard position with the hilt held in a two-handed grip above the user's head, and the blade angled upwards and behind the user.
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