Battlelord Haro Zylrun vs. Priest Azler Wilder

Battlelord Haro Zylrun

Equite 3, Equite tier, Clan Vizsla
Male Human, Force Disciple, Marauder, Mandalorian
vs.

Priest Azler Wilder

Equite 1, Equite tier, Clan Vizsla
Male Echani, Sith, Marauder, Krath
Hall Duelist Hall
Messages 1 out of 4
Time Limit 3 Days
Battle Style Alternative Ending
Battle Status Priest Azler Wilder's turn
Combatants Battlelord Haro Zylrun, Priest Azler Wilder
Force Setting Standard
Weapon Setting Standard
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Venue Arx: Combat Training Center
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Combat Training Center

Two towering, tinted, transparisteel doors slide open to grant you access to the central chamber of the Combat Training Halls. The main room is wide and open and as large as as a holoball field. Tall walls stretch towards a domed ceiling that is made up of rows of ambient lights that spread out and fill the room with soft even lighting that eliminates any shades or shadows. Those same walls are lined around the perimeter with racks and stacks of varied weaponry: everything from swords and polearms to rifles and flamethrowers.

There are two signs that hover over each weapon rack to create an alternating motif in the Combat Training Hall: “No Explosions” and “Accorded Neutral Territory”. While the first is fairly obvious, the second speaks to the single law of the Training Halls: all members of the Brotherhood are welcome, and no member is to be killed or maimed without incurring the wrath of the Grand Master and the Inquisitorius.

Combat Training Center

A trio of training dummies are statically set up and spread out in a line, each made out of a blend of alloys and padding that can withstand blows from any standard weaponry with the exception of lightsaber blades. To the side of the dummies, a large sparring mat has been stretched out to create a larger footprint than the typical shockboxing ring. The padding is good for helping teach new combat students how to take a fall without injury and offers firm footing, but the hard rubber mat is hardly forgiving.

Behind the sparring area is a door that leads to a small archives that combat students can use to view holorecordings of fights and duels from the past as well as relevant information on combat tactics, techniques, and forms. On the opposite side of the archives at the far end of central room is the locker room that members can safely store their equipment.

The final and probably most important element of the Combat Training Hall is the onsite Med Ward. The maglock door is sealed off and can only be opened by an attending Medic. The Medical facilities feature state of the art bacta tanks for recovery and aftercare. A combination of observation and waiting room rests adjacent to the recovery center and features two large monitors that display a live feed of the central room.

The Combat Halls are staffed around the clock, allowing combat students and mentors alike to come and go as they please at odd or regular hours. It also available for members looking to prove their worth to compete in the Antei Combat Center.

[Venue Note: Weapons incorporated into your match are allowed to be used, even if not listed on your Loadout for the match itself. Skill usage and all other ACC rules and guidelines still applies.]

Haro groaned as he entered the training room. It had been a long day of shipping cargo across the galaxy, and he was ready to wind down. He nodded at an unfamiliar Echani swinging a pair of lightsabers at a training dummy, and headed to the blaster training section.

Midway there, he stopped, an idea coming to him. A spar would be better training than just shooting targets alone, and a lot less boring too. He turned and approached the Echani, removing his helmet on the way.

“Olarom. Would you like to spar? I need to burn off some stress.” His deep voice resonated through the mostly empty room, and the Echani paused his fighting and met his eyes, deactivating his sabers.

“Lek, why not? This leshok’s no good anyway. What weapons?” Now that he was closer and not moving, Haro could see that the Echani’s eyes were more gray-blue than was typical for the species, and his hair was just a shade darker.

“Lightsabers are fine. Tion gar gai?” Haro asked as he removed his holster and kal, placing them to the side, along with his shield generator and tool pouch.
“Azler. Azler Wilder. Bal gar?” Azler did the same, removing his cloak and dropping it next to the mat, followed by his goggles.

Haro sized up his new opponent. “Haro Zylrun. You look… different.”

Azler nodded. “I’m a hybrid. Echani-human. Nice to meet you, Haro.” He fell into a ready stance on the mat as Haro placed his jetpack on his pile.

“You as well.” Haro stepped back, replaced his helmet, and drew his lightsaber. “Tsikala?” He angled his body and ignited his lightsaber, tuning it down to training intensity as he assumed the ready stance of Djem So.

“Tsikala.” Azler did the same with his sabers, assuming Vaapad.

“Begin.”

Haro leapt in, Amplifying his strikes with the Force as he swung for his opponent- but Azler wasn’t there. Haro turned, deflecting a strike from above as Azler landed, then swung again, just missing as his opponent dodged.

They traded blow after blow after blow, neither seeming to gain the upper hand for a time. Then Haro began to fatigue, his Amplification failing him. He triggered his repulsor instinctively, launching Azler away from him as his opponent instantly retaliated with a Force push.

Haro quickly got to his feet, only to meet Azler’s blades with his own. They traded more blows, Azler pressing Haro into a forced retreat. Haro silently cursed his failing eye as he failed once again to regain the offensive, instead backing up to the edge of the mat, where he slipped off to the side and behind his opponent.

Azler quickly turned to meet him, intercepting Haro’s strike with both sabers. They stayed there, in the bind, for a few seconds, both taking the moment to recuperate slightly. Then Azler slipped out and pressed the offensive again, but Haro twisted away and parried.

Both combatants tried to gain the offensive again, but this time Haro was successful. He pressed Azler relentlessly, giving him almost no time to retaliate. Almost. Azler saw an opening in Haro’s offensive, and he took it.

Haro felt the blade of Azler’s saber strike him on the right arm, between his armor plates. Haro instantly stopped, deactivating his lightsaber, and removed his helmet. They were both breathing hard, and Haro had a smile on his face.

“Ori’jate, Azler.” Haro returned his saber to his belt and extended his hand for a handshake. Azler deactivated his own sabers, returning them to his own belt as he clasped Haro’s arm and shook. They both smiled and made their way to chairs on the side of the room.

After a few minutes, Haro turned to Azler. “Ready for round two?”