[center]Collab between me and the Gm.[/center]
"As you wish Kale as you wish."

Markus flew forward like an arrow flying out of a bow. he knew Kale was the defensive type and usually waited for others to attack instead of him.

There came a stillness within the training room as the words no longer settled. Just two men, two friends separated not by their similar age; but rather the years Markus had disappeared. What Kale could not say, he would yell with the ferocity of his saber strokes. He used to settle disagreements with other padawans within the dueling ring when he was younger, and this was no different. Except, that it was. Kale did not feel like a Jedi when he was around Markus, instead he felt a bubbling anger rising to the surface.

He wanted answers. He wanted closure. Kale felt he deserved those simple things. When the quiet pause ended, Kale instantly lifted his saber in defense from Markus. Markus always struck first, and in that essence he hadn't changed.

Knowing that, Kale felt something of relief. He breathed in, then out, cleansing himself of his anger... Exhaling like he was unloading an unbearable weight.

With a defensive slash, he jumped back and grinned.

"Now this is more like it!"
 
Markus was happy by kale's quick reflexes. He really had increased his fighting skills. But so had Markus. He grinned at Kale as he again darted forward slashing him multiple times before jumping in the air away from him.

" It feels wonderfull doing this again," Markus said as he landed. He then said up in a defensive stance awaiting an attack from Kale. He had attacked too son which had been a mistake since it was usually better to wait for the opponent's to attack than you yourself.The best offense would always be a good defense.

Kale felt like he was back in the training room from his padawan days. Markus and him competing against one another, though Markus had the slight edge then. Perhaps today would be different.

With opportunity in front of him, he seized it; already launching into an attack the moment Markus had leapt in the air. Kale immediately clashed with Markus the moment he set up his defenses, beginning to grin. "It does, but I think you're a little slower old man." Kale teased. Kale swiftly changed his tactic and used a more acrobatic style. Spinning, pirouetting, and twirling in a windstorm of attacks.

Markus laughed to himself in his mind to the acrobatic attacks kale threw at him. He must have forgotten that it was combat like this in which he specialized. Markus joined him in the dance there blades hitting each other again and again. Both were equally skilled. Though one had learned some neat tricks over the years. Markus slashed forwards catching Kale's sword mid-swing bringing the two to a pushing match. both warriors put all the strength they had into it.Markus looked at Kale's eyes.

" You know what's so fun about sword fighting?"

Locked in a cross of swords, Kale dug his feet into the floor in an attempt for a better foothold. Eye to eye with his old friend as their swords pushed against one another, metal to metal, the slow grating of steel. His muscles tensed, sweat beaded down over his cheek. Slow, deep breaths, it was the rush of battle. 

"What's that?" Kale asked.

" The dirty little tricks you teach yourself."

With this said Markus moved his left feet in a small kick bringing Kale off balance. He then raised his right feet and kicked Kale in the chest sending him flying back. Markus managed to save himself from falling manage to somewhat clumsily hold his two feet on the ground.
Markus had felt the stress he had been building up leave him. All the frustration he had build up over the years started to drain away from him. For some Jedi peace came through meditation. While through others fighting gave them peace. Markus definitely was one of the latter two.

Flying back as a padawan, Kale would have clumsily rolled around or smacked right into the wall. But his connection with the force was more well-honed and he managed to land a half-way graceful landing. He could feel what would end up as a bruise on his chest, and Kale glanced upwards with a bright smile.

"Nineteen years, and you haven't changed too much... My turn, now!" Kale used both of his hands and twirled his sword in a circle. Rapid, quick, until the weapon became a blur; a tornado whipping around like a shield in front of his body. A shield utilized as an attack with Kale rushing at Markus, quickly preparing to make his next strike. The window of opportunity to recognize where the seemingly invisible sword would strike was slim.

Markus gulped as he saw the tornado flying towards him. He could not defend against such an attack and dodging it would only postpone the inevitable. well if all his sides are covered and attacks from below aren't an option there is only one way of attack. Markus again jumped in the air stopping above Kale pointing his sword down in a stabbing manner. He then fell down aiming his sword toward Kale and prepared for the clash.

" I wish i hadn't changed!" Markus said with a laugh.

Just like Markus to dive right into the heat of the danger, but Kale knew it was the right move. Shock and awe, fire and flash, the spinning blade was lethal for those inexperienced; and for many padawans they feared it too much to think calmly and rationally. Clang! His blade stopped in motion once it smashed against Markus's sword. With Markus still in the air for that split second, Kale pivoted on his foot and performed a hard half spin slash towards the opening at his side he'd hoped would be made from the first impact.

Markus saw the saber coming towards him and cursed loudly. The blade would surely hit him of that he was certain. But with the attack, Kale had made meant his guard was down. So Markus ignoring the sabers stunning pain struck his blade forwards hitting Kale in his right knee. The stunning pain started to spread in his body but it had not been the first time he felt pain. Barely able to stand and with With a somewhat painful grin he looked at Kale and said.

" Had enough yet?"

The move had worked and he delivered a hard hit against Markus, but sacrificed positioning himself. Kale grunted from the hit to his knee, nearly buckling and ready to drop but he stood his ground. Grimacing from the pain until the grin on Markus's face, and his words, started to pull a chuckle from the Jedi. His chuckle turned into a booming laugh. They were both on their last legs it seemed.

"I think if we keep going, we'll both be in bed for a week." Kale dropped his sword. With what effort he could, he held out his hand for Markus to take.

"It's been too damn long."

" That it has been friend that it has been."

With that said Markus ignored the hand instead embracing Kale fiercely. Showing emotion was frowned upon and sometimes even forbidden. But Markus did not care at this point. The council could be dammed for all he cared.  He then put his hands on both on Kale's shoulders and looked at him.

" So about that beer you promised me?" He said laughing loudly.

Kale was at first surprised by the intensity of the embrace, but he accepted it iwth a smile. What felt right seemed more important than the tenants of the order. "You know the council didn't build this place near a cantina for a reason, right?" Laughing, Kale began walking towards the exit of the training room. "But that doesn't mean I haven't stored a few things up in my room."

He waited by the door for Markus, and just as he was ready to lead; Aria walked on by, quietly. Kale knew her name, who she was, but like most others never seemed to grasp what 'it' was that seemed to flow off of her.

"Aria." He said, bowing his head. But, his words were not there for her. She passed by without a sound, a ghost lost in the jungle of her mind.

Markus  laughed to the comment Kale made as he walked after him. In Markus's exile, he had started to drink and had come to enjoy the taste of tasty beverages. Never to the point of getting drunk though he did came close a few times. As he thought about how he had gotten into a bar fight in a pirate station he felt an amazing force of power slap him in the face. The power was so powerful enough that it felt like he walked against a wall. He wondered where this massive power came from. He then saw the source and his mouth fell open.

It was a girl, A simple noninteresting looking girl. But the power that flowed from here felt like a giant wave of power. He looked at Kale who wasn't noticing a thing simply saying hello which the girl apparently named Aria ignored.

" Did you not feel that?"

It was strange for Aria not to say hello, she was always polite although perhaps a bit more stubborn than other padawans. He supposed it was natural, considering her talent. Kale shrugged it off, if she was lost within her own thoughts; it was something all jedi had to deal with at one point or another.

His attention was dragged back to Markus. "Hm? Feel what?" Other than Aria's usual level of force, Kale did not sense anything out of place other than the feeling he couldn't put a name to.

"Aria? What did you feel? She's considered the top padawan on Dantooine, and some say the entire Jedi Order. I didn't feel anything different from her, except for the usual... I don't really have a word for it yet. Strange, I guess."

Markus shrugged, he would talk about it with one of the masters later. 
" In all honesty Kale i just wanna drink and tell what i have been up too."
With that said he walked towards Kale's room.

That's what everyone wants, Kale thought; where the hell had Markus been all this time. It was time to find out.