The hustle and bustle of the upper city long vanished from even the best hearing. Every step upon the descent into the shadows of the chasm cut one off further from any source of help. Only the ne'er-do-wells of the wicked underbelly of Coruscant could be comfortable navigating the dark pathways that led deep into the planet’s core. They, and perhaps those looking to find some privacy for their own purposes. The sound of boots on the durasteel walkway carried with nothing to muffle the ring of it. The sound announced the presence of the Jedi even before the dim light could touch upon the deep cowl of her cloak.
Mune straightened up from where he had been leaning against the duracrete retaining wall, one of many. The shadows nearly seemed to shift to expose his features to the approaching Zeltron female. It was but an illusion, of course, and one that Aurora found amusing in its attempt at dramatics. The young man offered an impish grin in way of greeting.
“You did not tell it false, you have come alone,” the Zeltron noted in mild confusion.
Mune gave a small shrug, nearly hidden by his armourweave cloak. “What reason would I have for lying?”
“My leaving Scholae Palatinae behind?”
“You made a choice,” the Hybrid stated plainly. “We all make choices. What is correct for oneself may be incorrect to another. It is no less correct for the self, is it?”
The woman let out a short laugh then mastered again her composure. She eyed the Palatinaean Seer with open curiosity. Mune simply smiled, ruby eyes ablaze with mirth. “Why is it, then, that you deemed to summon me here, Mune?”
Mune turned his shoulder to her and leaned out over the railing. He breathed the recycled air and eyed the shadows at play in the dimly lit environs. “I don’t believe you and I ever got to test ourselves against one another, have we?” He glanced back over his shoulder at the female, “I know you are of Odan-Urr now, and a Jedi…”
“You are strange, Grand Admiral,” Aurora noted softly.
“I am truthful. It is Aurora now, yes?” Mune asked, turning once more to face the Zeltron head on. “Alas, you know well I dislike titles.”
They made open study of each other. The Zeltron’s crystal blue eyes noting the position of each of the Hybrid’s weapons. The ninjatō vibroswords she never recalled seeing in action, even in the missions they found themselves teamed together on. His lightsabers, she noted were on either upper arm. Mune himself was interested in seeing her use her katana. Both Arcanists stood at the ready, yet, neither moved, only made study of the other. Gray Jedi versus Light. Both anchored themselves in the calm of the quiet around them.
“There are no clans, not here, let us begin.”
Mune made the first move, albeit, they both made to move but the Hybrid’s speed was made immediately apparent. A single sword was quick to hand and brought up in a vertical underhand rending of the air. All his blade cut was air, with Aurora only just barely amplifying her speed to jerk sideways. She felt the breeze of the passing edge upon her clothing. There was a certainty in the vulpine eyes of the male, as though he had known beyond a doubt that she would be able to dodge the potentially lethal sweep of the sword.
Aurora did not dwell for a moment upon it, however. Her katana was quick to hand, the ring of steel leaving its sheath, a promising sound of danger and excitement. It was lost upon the inner calm of the two Arcanists. She swept wide with the weapon, a horizontal sweep to force her opponent to take a step back. Mune rather raised his sword and took the full impact upon his sword, held in a reversed grip.. The sound of metal striking metal rang sonorously through the chasm. It rang like music upon the duracrete walls and durasteel beams. The vibration hummed through the weapons and into the muscles of both fighters. Both had feet firmly planted, eyes locked. Ruby looking deep into crystal blue.
“Some could almost call this romantic,” Mune joked softly.
The Zeltron could not help but smile in response before she added, “Could you now?”
“Haha. As amusing as it would be, you know me at least that much.” The younger warrior winked and smirked.
Their weapons separated in a screech of steel on steel. Mune flipped his sword into a straight grip and caught the Zeltron’s vertical slash. Again the ring of sword upon sword echoed. Mune stepped sideways, loosening his grip. He drew his second blade. He forced back with the first sword, pressing Aurora’s katana back. He shifted his weight to his left foot and brought the right hand, newly drawn sword up into a diagonal cut.
The female twisted, breaking contact with the first weapon and dodging only barely the second. Mune stood before her with both weapons drawn. She gripped her katana in both hands and eyed her opponent.
