[center][b]Aria Blair and Alek Garrus
Dantooine[/b][/center]

The torrent of anger-driven strikes came down like a hurricane, but this was a dying storm. Each moment the power began to fade and with it the foundation upon which the forceful waves were founded. Step by step, strike by strike, the stone of the foundation crumbled into dust. Alek’s balance was breaking yet he could not see it, blinded by his drive to be victorious. All he could see was the appearance of Ken’s defenses breaking. A defensive specialist spending too much time within that particular branch without spreading out. He would have him, just like every other padawan he had faced.

But, Ken was not a padawan. Aria breathed calmly, and she focused on the dancing energy of the force between the two. She was amazed at the difference of mentality and emotion between the two. Peace and serenity did not always mean victory, otherwise Alek would not have the recognition he’s earned. But, the ebb and flow of calm against the tumultuous seas of Alek’s saber barrage was almost beautiful. Fighting, beautiful? Aria mentally scolded her self. But, her mind wandered to the brief pieces of Echani culture she had read about. To them, their ritual combat was seen as a way to know one another more truly. Several duels were considered a sort of courtship, a deeper bond beyond the touch of words. 

At last, Ken had made his move. Alek was taken by surprise and he attempted to use his strength to execute a dodge not many would be able to achieve. He could, but only if he hadn’t wasted so much of his own energy. Alek could not get out of the way and he groaned at the hit to his leg, falling to his knees.