You enter one of the dozens of sparring chambers within the Shadow Academy of Lyspair, the simple square room utilized mostly by those learning the ways of the lightsaber. This five hundred square-foot room, rectangular in shape, is nearly barren. The floor is lined with simple padding, while the walls are made of dull, grey durasteel, gauged by innumerable lightsaber strikes, scarring the metal permanently.

The ceiling towers above you, nearly twenty feet in height, allowing for plenty of movement from the more acrobatic of Force users. There are no other adornments within the room, save for the entrance and lighting that bathes the entire room, yet seems to come from nowhere. All corners of the room are perfectly lit, with no visible shadows to speak of. There is nowhere for you to hide within the room, but… there's no room for your opponent to hide either.

The two warriors were clad in a matching set of The Obelisk looked over at his Aedile and said "It is time for you to begin your training. I know that you are not an Obelisk, but the position of command requires that you begin to broaden your horizons. Over the years, I have been been Krath, Sith, and now Obelisk. Sometimes because of necessity. Sometimes out of want. Always from the needs of my Clan or House," said Kell as he stretched his shoulders.

"I can see where you are coming from, but you and your family have been here for decades," responded Zagro as he began to look around the room for any possible advantages that he could use in this sparring match.

Dante smirked slightly and said "Nothing for you to do except to learn how to fight. Scholae has long been a very martial clan for the most part. Time to become one of us," he said as he ignited his saber and brought it up to an en garde position.

Zagro just managed to get his blade activated and up in time as Dante propelled his body across the room in one giant leap and came down hard with his blade in a voracious downward chop.

Sparks showered the room as the blades sizzled and crackled. Sweat rolled down Zagro's face as the heat from the sabers and the push that Kell was bearing down upon him was starting to break him.

"C'mon Zagro... figure a way out of this," said Dante as he pushed even harder against his Aedile.

The Krath strained physically against the much larger and strong man, but his mind was racing. There was nothing in the room that he could hack, slice, or otherwise use to his advantage. This arena was ideal for Dante, and that was the lesson that he was trying to get across

"Yes, my Aedile. You are learning... One cannot always pick his battlefield," said the Adept as he pushed off and bounded back away from his prey. He stood there for a moment and waved his hand saying "Now... look around you, assess the situation, then attack with your plan already thought out."

Fenn sneered at his Quaestor. The two had become close as of late, if not begrudgingly. The Hapan looked down upon Obelisk and Sith alike, however this new knowledge intrigued him and brought new understanding to their rivalry and relationship dynamic.

The message was not lost on Zagro, indeed the Adept’s words were wise. The carnage continued as Dante pressed forward the attack, launching cursory blows and not following up with the normal masterfully timed and executed combinations that he was clearly capable of. The two traded several slashes and feints, Dante growing more restless as time wore on. Fenn knew it was time.

Dante energetically strode forward to engage, blade held high for a downward strike of sheer power. The distance covered was not great, but the younger warrior was nearly pinned to the wall. Fenn dodged the incoming thrust and rolled to his right, avoiding the backslash from his far superior adversary. Keeping his gaze on Dante, he slowly backed up to the center of the sparse training chamber.

“Good. It appears you have some tactical sense in your after all. You were a soldier once, indeed. You realize you cannot match your foe in sheer saber skills or Force abilities so you choose not to engage but await a weakness and to exploit the mistakes often made. Good,” Dante let the words languish in the room for seconds before he sprung forward, pulling back his saber arm drawing martial strength for a fierce barrage.

Zagro saw the ferocity of the move, yet also appreciated how it left the Adept vulnerable from a short, inside thrust as the body would be exposed. He did not take it, choosing to side-step the assault and gain a wide berth of several meters while remaining in the center of the room, circling his enemy.

“Impressive. Not only do you not engage or fall for a seemingly open strike, you maintain your position in the open where your youth and speed can potentially match my skill as opposed to being driven into a corner. Tell me then, how can you hope to win this match?” Dante’s question struck home as he had expected.

“Simple my lord, I fight dirty,” Fenn dropped his stance, and invited the next attack.