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Chapter Four

Two men (one younger and one older, but nearly identical) stand opposite each other, Commenorian Battle Swords at the ready and poised to strike at any moment. The room is thick with the anticipation of the next man’s move.

Sweat pouring out of every inch of his well-defined body; Yorel Tryashoenu is desperately trying to keep just out of his Dear Brother’s Battle Sword range. With a deft and seemingly effortless strike, his much older brother nearly takes his left arm off at the shoulder, but Yorel uses his flexibility and youthful agility to avoid the blow by bending over nearly backwards before turning it into a back-flip, which lands him into perfect position for attacking his Dear Brother with a death blow.

Too late, Xaxan Tryashoenu realizes his predicament. In a mere millisecond, he will be the defeated for the first time in a sparring match. As the young man comes out of his back-flip and raises his blade to Xaxan’s exposed throat, Xaxan tries to admit to his defeat in as composed and dignified a fashion as he can muster, gathering up every inch of is chiseled body into a posture of acquiescence, “Well done! I am finished.” Dropping his battle sword at the feet of the younger man who appears to mirror his every feature (with far fewer years on them). “It seems that the Academy has not chosen to rest on its laurels in its training methods. So, who is your swordmaster, now, Dear Brother Yorel?” He casually asks as he reaches for a towel with which to wipe some of the perspiration from his distinctive brow.

The young man (with a slightly larger build than his brother) stands bent over, with his hands resting on his knees and panting heavily, “There is a new swordmaster at the Academy, and he says that he has studied many of the recordings of your battles at the Academy, in your youth.” The jibe does not go unnoticed.

“Ah, going for the old man edge, are we? Perhaps next time I shall not be as cautious in our sparring. It seems to me that you are much more taxed than I at the moment. Are you in need of a medic, my Dear Brother?” The older man throws the towel at his brother, hitting him squarely in his finely detailed abdomen. “Here, you appear to be all wet.” Sending the jibe back into his brother’s court.

Taking the towel and beginning to run it through his close cropped, dark blonde hair, he heaves a large sigh and sinks to the floor with an equally large thud. “I am slain by my Dear Brother’s wit,” and he begins to laugh quite raucously.

At that, the older man springs to the floor and places the younger man into a headlock, “So, who is the better man now? Huh, young one?” When the younger man begins to struggle against his brother’s wrestle, Xaxan reaches around and commences to tickle him unmercifully. “Answer me that, smart guy? Who’s the better man? What, what did you say? I can’t hear you through that girlish giggling...” Xaxan releases his hold and jumps to his feet.

“You are definitely the better man,..” A mischievous grin begins to spread across Yorel’s chiseled features, “But I am the better swordsman.”

Before Xaxan can answer the taunt a member of his staff enters the training room. “Sir, I hate to disturb your sparring match, but we’ve just received word from Commander Orian that one of our freighters has been molested during a run from Corellia to Chandrila.” The man was obviously unhappy at having to not only disrupt his employer, but also to have to bring such news to him as well. He shifted uncomfortably, awaiting Xaxan’s reaction.

He did not have to wait long. With a great fury and in one swift movement, he grasps hold of his fallen battle sword spins his body to the left and sends the blade sailing across the gym and into the climbing wall to his left, leaving it vibrating from the impact while stuck firmly into the ferrocrete structure. “Get me Higaeri on the comm immediately! I’ll have his hide nailed to the hull of my ship before the chrono has a chance to recycle once more!” Xaxan bellowed his order for all to hear, and they all could. For the entire building went suddenly silent and his plodding and insistent steps could be heard in every corner.

Creator: PtrsonsZOO (Jennifer)

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