That's not a lemonade stand

[Arkan Wren]

Arkan would take the sword, holding it with both hands. He would take a combat stance, it wasn't much he only knew little from what he could learn from travelers or from holomovies. The openings weren't so obvious and arkan would allow for the slave to close in. Arkan would lean in taking a step with his back foot he would put all of his weight into a swing entering a controlled stagger moving himself left to right slicing at any opening he could find. His goal was to tire the slave, he was obviously malnourished and probably didn't have much endurance. And with each strike he would push forward trying to overwhelm the fragile slave.

[Kell Sangros]

Warvanus watched as the battle began he remained silent, he watched and remained opened to the currents of the Dark Side. Offering neither any tips or help, this was their battle, Arkan’s baptism by fire as it were.

The Slave showed amazing strength for one so malnourished his strikes were wild and very sloppy, one of Arkan’s swings clashed with the Slave’s blade which sent the slave’s blade flying from his hand, being disarmed he began to cower stepping back until he tripped and found himself on his back.

As Warvanus saw this his disgust towards the slave was evident to any who was attuned to the Force and trained. As the slave laid on his back he watched more intently. What would Arkan do here? Would he wait for the worm to get back on his feet or would he take advantage and deal the blow that would free the slave of his mortal coil? Or would he hesitate?

Memories of his introduction into the Sith played in his mind, he had been on that world where Tormentous’ forces were taking down a follower of Caecilus’ when the fortress had been taken Tormentous had asked him what should be done. He remembered his former Master approving of his suggestion which was to feed the ruler to his own beasts and let him die a slow painful death. That had been the card that prompted the offer to be trained in the ways of the Dark Side it was Warvanus’ baptism. Pushing the nostalga aside his focus turned back to the battle in front of him, he watched with interest to see what this supplicant would do. If he failed this test he would die, plain and simple.

[Arkan Wren]

Arkan would smile seeing his attempts had worked. The slave was on the ground, arkan would walk up to the cowering man. The feeling of pleasure at beating him in combat. Arkan would raise his blade something new residing in his brain. Bringing the blade down slamming it through his flesh, he would continue hammering the slave with the blade. Arkan was grinning as he did it too. Turning to warrant he would still hold the blade.

"is that good enough Master warvanus, or should I scalp him too"

[Kell Sangros]

Warvanus watched, he could feel the passion swelling up in this new would be acolyte. He was even more pleased that he did not hesitate in ending the life of what some would have called an innocent. He raised his hand.

“Your first test is concluded” he said taking steps closer to him. “You have done well, you showed no hesitation, you delivered the killing blow as effortlessly as if you were to lace your boots. I can sense your passion, they run deep and will be a good source of power” He smiled as he called he fallen blade to his own hand.

“Your next test begins now” with that he swung quick aimed at Arkan’s mid-section. The strike was precise and exacting, the quality that only someone who had a level of mastery could execute. He would now test to see how he would handle defeat. He wondered if he would put up much of a fight, and how would he handle himself in defeat. That was the purpose of this exercise.

[Arkan Wren]

Arkan would smile, he was still cautious seeing as warvanus picked up the blade. In the back of arkan's mind he was telling himself it was to put it away but by the way he was told, there is another test coming. And just as he swung for arkan's midsection, he would leap backwards. The tip of the sword would barely cut across arkan's stomach as he would take his stance. Arkan would lunge forward his blade aimed to run warvanus through with it.

[Kell Sangros]

He saw the stab coming he anticipated it through the Force (Combat Sense) he stepped out of its reach and then stepped in bringing his blade up on his, using his brute strength with the intention of snapping the blade or knocking it out of his hand. The swing was upward, if successful he would disarm his opponent and separate him from the weapon. He had trained many who came through their halls in martial skills and rudimentary force skills. But evaluating their worthiness had something Lord Blood had done, now he was a Lord he had more responsibility to their order which he happily embraced. He would find his nitch and like everything else he would thrive.

[Arkan Wren]

The blade would snap causing arkan to lose his balance. Stumbling forward he would let out a grunt, he was left with only half a blade now. But he was not ready to give up just yet, regaining control of his body he would step back taking a defensive stance with the broken blade. He was sure not to stand still, moving around in circles he was waiting for a opening on warvanus. The cut on his stomach pained arkan to even think about effecting the youngsters focus on the battle. But he also made sure to stay out of range of the blade just to keep himself from getting cut in half or something like that.

[Kell Sangros]

The blade shattered , but so did Warvanus’ but he still moved and fought like nothing happened. He could see the man trying to be nimble. He did have potential indeed he thought to himself. With training he would prove to be a formidable Sith. But the time for the test was over and now it was time to bring the endgame to him. With the Force he shoved him *Telekinesis* not enough to send him off his feet but enough to make him stagger and as he tried to regain balance he moved in and delivered a foot sweep to bring him to the ground. If successful he would stand over the man with what was left of his blade pointed at the man’s chest. Ready to end him should he fail this test.

[Arkan Wren]

Arkan was caught off guard as he was pushed back. He was confused staggering about he would be caught up. Seeing the move warvanus was going to do he attempted to move but he still hadn't regained his balance. It ended up with the end of his foot striking arkan sending him into the ground. But before arkan could throw himself up warvanus was above him the shattered blade only inches away from his chest. Arkan would look warvanus in the eye, it was dull and evil and arkan was ready to prove why he shouldn't be killed.

"hey hey hey, calm down you'll just be losing more if you kill me don't you. Sure you can just get more slave's but still, you had me kill one of your slave's. You never know what I could bring to the sith, and I don't think think killing me would be a good use of your energy"

Arkan would put his hand infront of the jagged top of the blade putting a smile on his face. Sure if that didn't work then arkan was probably done for, but arkan was preparing for this moment. After living on the streets for so long he was ready for just about anything.

[Kell Sangros]

Warvanus looked at him his eyes narrowed a bit, he was not begging him to not kill him, this was good, however he was trying to reason and bargain with the Sith warrior. He did not say anything for a few moments he pushed the blade closer to his chest the blade did not touch his skin or clothing. It was longer still before he finally spoke.

“You did not beg for mercy, nor for me to not to kill you” he began as he pulled the blade away “This was to see how you would handle defeat, you did not ace this test but you have passed enough to warrant me to let you live” He tossed the blade aside and watched him as he would get to his feet. “With training you will learn to look into the face of defeat and turn it around to something to use to your advantage “

He studied him “Arkan” he began “Tell me what do you aspire to become” He needed to know which path he wanted to go down, was it the path of the warrior who would take any challenge head on and spit at the face of death and defeat, or was it the path of the Assassin to be subtle, in the shadows striking from them, deadly and silent, or did he fancy the path of the Sorcerer who would focus more on the arcane aspects of the Dark Side and learn Sith Alchemy and other Sith magics , the path was now laid before him, he had to choose.
All he knew was he had potential to be great, whether he embraced and took that by the horns was entirely up to him.