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.

So this is what the inside of this place looks like.

Major Kul was observing the room, highly intrigued, as he suddenly noticed a man standing on the other side of the large chamber. By taking two steps forward, the bright light no longer blurred Ranarr's vision. Now he could clearly identify his battle team sergeant, Blackhawk.

Although they met on several occasions, this was the first time that Ranarr was impressed by Blackhawk’s appearance. It could have been the place they were at or the fact that the Acolyte was heavily packed, but either way he didn’t really care.

“I see you brought some toys.” Ranarr laughed at his opponent.

Blackhawk took firm grip on his electrostaff and looked the Cathar straight in the eyes. “Are you ready to play with them?”

“Sure!” Ranarr grinned. “But they’ll probably end up broken.”

“Do not underestimate me, Major, I have some tricks up my sleeve!” Blackhawk was slightly irritated by Ranarr’s mockery and threw his staff on the ground in anger, grabbing one of his blaster pistols and aiming it directly at Ranarr.

“So, you challenge me?” Ranarr continued. “This is the way we’re going to do this...’’ The Major deholstered his two blaster pistols while he started walking a few meters to the left and then back to the right again. “I’m going to show you how experts use these thingy’s, you try not to hurt yourself, and I will only give you a few bulletholes, I promise.”

Ranarr turned towards his opponent, pointing his pistols towards him.

 "You think you cab take me, Major?" Blackhawk asked, chucling a little. "Then I will show you the true power of the Force." With that, the Alcolyte fired a shot at Ranarr, pulling his saber off his belt as he did so. The Major dodged the bolt and let loose a flurry of his own, only for the crimson blade to leap from Blackhawk's saber to deflect each bolt that would have hit him. 
 "Impressive." the Cathar stated. "But you underestimate me." Suddenly, he found himself in a void. Confused, Ranarr looked around, trying to find some form of light, only to find himself flying into a wall. 
 "Now you see how powerful I can be." the Clawdite jeered. In response, his Rollmaster drew his Ryyk blade. With a wave of his hand, Blackhawk pulled the weapon to his hand, examining it. The workmanship of the weapon was beautiful. Giving the blade an experimental swing, Blackhawk could tell that the weapon was well balanced. This could be an interesting match. 
 Tossing the weapon back to the Cathar, the Sergent put away his lightsaber and drew his vibroswords. 
 "Well, this ought to be fun." the Clawdite taunted. With that, Blackhawk kept through the air, spinning, and brought his blades down. Backing up to avoid them, Ranarr brought his blade up in a typical ready position. However, it wasn't hard to see the look of worry on the combatants face while he was staring at the vibroblades in his opponents hands. This had to change.

As always, Ranarr kept cool and started to use his Ryyk blade for what it was made for.

The sound of his beloved weapon, crashing in to the vibroswords of the Clawdite, was the only thing surrounding the two while moving around the empty room. It seemed like Blackhawk was able to block every slash and cut that his opponent threw at him. Ranarr was forced back in to a defensive position pretty soon.

While the Cathar was blocking one incoming vibrosword after the other, he suddenly swung in a Shyriiwook warcry: “Ohraaooaac oohuao!”

As those words echooed of the scarred, durasteel walls, he was able to deliver a powerfull uppercut to Blackhawk’s hairy chin. The blow caused him to land on his back on the padded floor.

“Your moves may be swift and fluidly Acolyte, but they do not match my strenght.”

With his whip Ranarr grabbed one of his oponent’s blades, which Blackhawk had dropped both during his fall. “I’ve seen you use these.” Major Kul said while moving forward to his opponent. “Bet I can handle them fine.” With every step Ranarr took forward the Clawdite crawled back a little.

“Let me see you handle this!” Blackhawk yelled while sending a bolt of lightning toward the Major and jumping back on his feet with class. Ranarr crossed the two blades in front of him. On impact a small explosion pushed back both Tarenti.

“That was fun!” Ranarr grinned after recovering pretty quick. He pulled out his blasters and fired both of them at the same time. His shots passed Blackhawk, one on his left, the other on his right.

“Hah, you missed!” laughed the Acolyte, just before both shots rebounded of the wall. His detonators fell on the floor as his belt got ripped. Only a second later the second shot penetrated Blackhawk’s right knee.