Lirra, Swamp Region​
Werah sat by the fire, making his hand light up with heat, and then making it vanish again. Pyrokenisis had never been one of Werah's talents, but Jouini had instructed him well, even if it was only mentally. Still, the difference between knowing how to do something, and actually being able to do it, is very large indeed. So it was, that when Jouini returned, clasping a bundle of fish, Werah was still working, making the campfire burn ever stronger. "Eyes closed", instructed Jouini, and Werah obediently did so. A flash of white appeared, even with his goggles on, and when his vision returned, Werah saw that the fish were all perfectly cooked. "How...did...you...I mean, that would...take...", Werah stuttered, amazed at the Grenon's skill. "I have had plenty of time to practice", the Master said, "but you know many skills as well". The Grenon dashed over, grabbed Werah's blaster, and fired a bolt at him. Werah was surprised, but he had faced this kind of test before. Acaleus had loved shooting him without warning. He envisioned the shield he would form, concentrated, again and again. He imagined the invisible barrier folding in itself, becoming stronger. The bolt was nearly upon him, but Werah was confident in his work. The blast crashed into the shield, each annihilating the other, until both had vanished. Werah relaxed, and Jouini chucked his blaster back to him. "You see? You are stronger than you think. How is your skill with a lightsaber?" Werah instinctively drew his blade, fearing another sudden test. His reaction proved correct, as the Grenon leapt at him, with a long white saber, and a glint in his eye. Quickly parrying, Werah returned blows, and deflected others. Time seemed to slow down, and every movement was planned perfectly, every spark calculated for. Werah was in his home environment, and he knew just what to do. They fought tirelessly, neither able to gain an advantage. Suddenly though, when the Grenon lunged, Werah saw an opportunity. He ducked down, bringing his blade across the inside of the Masters arm, and knocking him to the ground. He held his sword at Jouini's neck, revelling in his victory. Then, he felt the cold exterior of a blaster against his back, and saw his mistake. The Jouini on the floor vanished, while the true master lowered the blaster, grinning. Werah sighed: he had attacked a force illusion, Jouini had simply watched from above. "Well, you're good with your saber, but you must not blindly attack, you must consider the force as well. A simple force view of the area, and you would have realised. Do. Not. Be. Fooled!", said Jouni, sitting on a stump. "I understand that, but-", Werah began but was cut off by a voice behind him. "I'm over here.", it said, and Werah turned and saw Jouini. The fake illusion of him on the stump vanished, and Werah clasped his saber, confused. It was going to be a long day...