Markus smiled as he read the message and quickly walked towards the sparring room. It had been years since he had some practice with his friend kale in years. He remembered the last time they fought where he was able to defeat him quickly. But that was 19 years ago, and Kale had become a Jedi now. He wondered if he had become any better at fighting with all those years gone by. Markus's sword skills had also improved. But he didn't have all the holocrons and masters to teach him. Meaning that he could be at an disadvantage. But that really didn't matter to Markus. As long as he could finally fight with his friend again he was contempt. As he entered the practice room he remembered the many times he practiced here. How many times he had fallen flat on his face. And how it had stressed him out. How many times he had been sparring making his skills better and better. Then again it really had payed of. Where it not for his hours of practicing and fighting. He would not have survived his exile. He would have died in his first fight. He saw Kale leaning against the wall his hand tipping against the wall. He had already grabbed a practice saber. He looked up at Markus and smiled at him.

"took you long enough to get here."

"Only a minute mind you." Markus said grinning as he grabbed another  practice saber.

"So what are the rules Kale? only sword fighting or force powers as well?"