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Jayale     Not long back, a posting had been made to various Union-aligned places looking for an expert swordsman/duelist who would be willing to fight with no holds barred against another who wished to test themselves. Someone who felt they had spent far too many years not fighting, not practicing, not maintaining themselves and that in this new Multiverse... they needed to finally see just how far they might have fallen.

    Or if with age comes the ability to make up for what youth has lost.

    Which was why at the appointed time and date the older Miralukan stood waiting at the center of the first Ring, no weapons visible at the moment, hands and arms behind her back as she waited. Her attire hardly looked good for a sword fight, a long ankle-length silken dress of quite fine materials, snowy white, and a matching cloak. She was fairly old though she looked barely middle-aged, hair pulled back behind her in a ponytail while her eyes were covered in a cloth of the same material.

    She had yet to find out who had taken up her request, but soon hopefully she would.
Fiora Laurent     If there's been one thing Fiora has learned, in her own lifetime of training, it's that you're never really too old to learn. Or re-learn. Or practice. Several things. Someone looking for such a test? She things it would be an utter disservice to her name, were she to not only ignore this request, but to not meet it with the full force of her ability.

So, in she strides to the Ring. Appearances aren't always what they seem, though Fiora's own attire is perhaps slightly more suited to swordplay, than robes might be. She's not about to judge the other woman's choice in fashion. She's seen stranger and worse. And, apparently blindfolded? This she /has/ seen, and isn't about to question it.

"Fiora, of House Laurent. Here to answer your request." With the introduction made, she draws her weapon, and waits. "And.. you are?" She doubts the other woman came here to chat.
Jayale     "Jayale, no house, no family name. Never knew mine, so I only have my own pride on the line." the older Jedi laughs a bit at that, "Not that there is any pride to be lost when trying ones hardest, and trying to better yourself. Which was my intention with this." Jay nodded towards Fiora, raising her right hand and floating out a cylindrical handle into it. Smooth, no visible signs of being anything other than some kind of mechanical device. Depending on what Fiora knew about lightsabers, this still might look odd even for such. There was no buttons or things to press, no hand grip, just... a smooth handle with an opening on one end.

    "Just to make certain... I wish you to come at me as if you planned to kill me. I truly wish to find out just how weak I have gotten with more than twenty years in hiding and fifty of being a believer in non-combative solutions." The same hand that had the handle pointed towards the controls on the side and turned them on, enabling the area as it went through all the processes until it was on. "If you hurt me somehow, I do not hold you at fault." Of course, at that point, two more of the handles floated out from behind her, coming to rest mid-air in front of her as she stood back a bit and held her arm out slack at her side, a relaxed posture certainly, not one most would associate with dueling. "And since you should know the capacities of my weapons..." her lightsaber in her hand and the others ignited simultaneously, the one in her hand a silver blade that was just over half as tall as she was, the others just the same, except they were thinner-bladed, and yellow, not silver.
Fiora Laurent     Fiora doesn't judge her new opponent, based on the weapons she's using. Or her stance. Figuring those out will take care of themselves, once the fight actually starts. "Of course. I am not normally known as one who holds back." She replies, "Likewise. I'm told it's actually quite difficult to cause any lasting harm, so long as we fight here." The weapons are.. different, certainly. Three of them, in total, as well. Not that she's unused to someone using so unorthodox a technique with a bladed weapon. Irelia immediately comes to mind, as she watches the other woman, and brings up her sword.

"En guarde, then, Jayale. Tis your test, so.. I allow you the first move." Confident? Perhaps. It does let her see how you move, as much as it gives her an idea of how those other two weapons might factor into things.
Jayale     The two weapons that were floating in front of Jayale turn off and come to rest about her hip-level, slowly stepping forward the moment Fiora makes it clear she wasn't going to be the first one to attack. Where some attackers go for speed, or ferocity, or even precision, Jayale seemed... unusually calm in the scenario. There was no getting into the mood, no quick entrance to try and get off a free strike. She simply began to close the distance with the weapon at her side only to raise her hand up and bring it forward as if she were trying to swat a fly, palm open and somehow the sword staying at her hand.
    In truth it was a grip-changing method that she regrasped the weapon as it spun around and stepped closer to push it straight in more like a jab than a swipe. Her body and her movement aimed to put her in close range, closer than any proper sword-fight should take place at, which would allow one with a proper weapon to swing or get some leverage when trying to do something.

    Her method of fighting was meant to keep others off-guard.
Fiora Laurent     An unorthodox attack method, to be sure. Fiora is only just barely able to tuck her shoulder in and turn her body aside, the weapon cutting into the armor there, and leaving it smoking. "Tch.." That weapon isn't so much sharp as it is pure energy. She needs to treat it differently than she would a normal sword. There is, though, something to be said about Demacian steel. The durability, among other things, make it a prized weapon and armor-making material. There's sparks, as Fiora's blade flicks the lightsaber aside and away from her shoulder, the woman turning quickly and lunging with a good deal of speed.

    A counter-attack, no doubt. A jab in reply, center of the other woman's mass. And for any opponent, meant to be a killing blow. Fiora is not holding back in that regard, at the very least.
Jayale     The fact that Fiora was able to get off an attack while this close, and a lunge at that, did surprise Jayale. She was too close to move back and as a result spins her body in place, one of the floating sabers igniting to try and catch the weapon before it hit her to push it aside, but the blade still cut across her stomach and earned a pained sound from her. Well, if she can keep herself in combat at such a close range, Jayale used the opportunity to spin out of range and drop low as if swiping at Fiora's legs, only to actually use the blades that were waist-high, both igniting, to attack as she made her sweeping motion, each blade going for her weapon hand as if trying to injure her ability to fight.
Fiora Laurent     Fiora proves she's nothing, if not adaptable. Even in close, she was able to draw herself back enough to lunge forward, and feels when she catches her opponent. To say that she's not prepared for the next attack would not be entirely correct. She is, but does indeed believe it's coming from below. She has to change her guard quite quickly when she realizes it's NOT. But she does so with enough speed and finess that one of the sabers is turned aside. The other cuts against her stomach, singing through her leather bodysuit and against skin. "Nnf!"

She definitely noticed the purposeful attempt to disarm her, and she thusly backs away, dashing back a bit, to give herself some room to think about her next move. Of course, this is done quite quickly. Her wrist provides the vast majority of the striking power and speed, but her arm does too, adding a little more force behind her strikes. They don't need to be super powerful, though. It doesn't take a master swordsman to guess that she's also very good at aiming the tip of that blade to where it matters.
Jayale     Jayale may be quick, and may have the Force with her to predict what was coming, but after a certain point, with age -- comes a lack of speed. Unless you're Yoda, or use the Force to bolster your own speed. Which Jayale doesn't! So while she was able to skirt the first attack and barely let it touch her, having stood back up and knocked the attack aside with her lightsaber, the next strike landed straight in her side and caused a gasp of pain before sinking down to her knees.
    That attack certainly landed, hard, and left the older woman unable to catch her breath for a moment.

    But, she was still standing, and that was what she had asked for, so in a flash of movement forward forced herself through the pain that came from that strike at her side and once again closed the distance in a straight-forward fashion. All three blades were on at this point, working in unison, striking in unison as she began to attack simultaneously, from low with one floating blade, the middle with her own blade and from high with the other floating blade, strikes coming simultaneously.
    But that would be a bit too straight-forward for her, and perhaps that might be one of her weaknesses is that she rarely followed through with the attack she showed, almost always feinting in some fashion, and this being no different. The lightsaber she had in her hand turned off as she got close enough and reignited in an attempt to pass by Fiora's blade and catch her when it reignited.
Fiora Laurent The two strikes from the disembodies swords are easy enough to deal with, truth be told. Fiora is used to foes charging her straight on, and she does what she does best with that. A swift and elegant riposte is the answer, the tip of her blade turning those two strikes into ones that merely graze her body, and.. they hurt, certainly. But they're far from being what'll end the fight. That little trick with the blade in Jayale's hand, though..

That does pose a problem. You can't riposte a sword that isn't there, a blow that's not coming. Her eyes widen, and while she manages to kick herself backwards before that strike becomes a serious issue, it does cut into her breastplate, leaving a gash against her chest. Any later, the fight very well could have ended there. Rolling backwards, Fiora leaps to her feet, and forwards. Her arm extends, lashing out once more like a snake, her wrist and elbow turning the momentum and movement into a sweeping stroke of her sword.