In the late afternoon heat, Jun-Tsu stood beneath the wispy clouds in her draped obsidian robes. Her veil set in place, she looked, as ever, the picture of one of the ancient temple vestals. She watched with a keen, hawkish gaze. Silver eyes ringed in red, and looking all the paler because of the sun. Her unflinching, eerie gaze penetrated each contender that had chosen the morning hours to complete their combat exams.
When, at last, the field was empty, she waved off the offer of a training saber and instead reached beneath her concealing robes to her back. There, beneath the robes and occluded by her veil she unsheathed her antique Sith blade.
There, facing her opponent, at a clear disadvantage, she canted her head to the side and stared unblinkingly at them. Then, in a flash she set upon them. Though the fellow aspirant flailed with the laser-sword, Jun-Tsu dodged the wild swings without so much as a glance to her opponent. It was as if she could see them coming, and found herself in just the right place to sidestep the blows. The exam was finished almost before it had begun with her unblinking gaze staring at her opponent as her blade rested at his waist.
Lightsaber (Brawn) - 1eP+1eA+1eD+1eS 1 success, 1 advantage
   
As they separated Jun-Tsu was directed to a rack of weapons. Passing over the pistols and other munitions, she instead reached for a force pike. Her lips curved slightly seeing the weapon remembering all those lessons she had missed on how to properly wield such an elegant implement. Still, she knew it well enough.
Turning she set to face her opponent. Though this conflict was more protracted, with a gauging and cautious circling. She nevertheless did so with all the feigned ease and dignity that one of a Sith lineage was to affect. Her voluminous robes and draping veil whirled and whipped in the growing wind, causing her silhouette to dance and as her opponent set to strike at her, it gave just the right distraction. His attacks hit nothing save the fabric while she spun away. Again her movements almost seemed to predict her opponent's moves, and stepping back she used the reach of her pike to jut forward spiking into her opponent, the vibro field shredding the acolytes robes and biting deeply into his armor. The Farro style had been well represented today, though she wondered how successful a true master would have been.
Melee (Brawn) - 2eA+1eD+1eS 1 success, 1 advantage
 
2 Exam Points
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