Celiana
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Having arrived at the temple on Yutan early Celiana felt restless. The cargo ship she'd arrived on had barely had enough room for her to fall asleep in; which was fine she didn't need much in the way of accommodations but she desperately needed to be active doing something. When they'd landed she'd flown down the ramp and out into the fresh air. She hadn't even needed to go pick up belongings she'd kept everything she owned in a bag slung over her back the strap resting across her chest. After leaving the hangar she just walked until she came to what looked to be a training ground overlooking some gardens.
Stashing her bag by a pillar of granite and locking her blaster into the safe setting she slipped out of her boots relishing the feel of grass against her bare feet for a moment. Then drew her blade from its sheath on her left hip and started in on one of her native Echani blade forms. The forms were militaristic and only went by numbers but she'd never liked that; combat was meant to be a true expression of self. Combat was communication, self-expression, a beautifully deadly dance. Darting forward and whipping her right wrist around with a strike to neck level with her Vibro-sword before inverting the blade and bringing the blade into an inverted reverse stab.
Driving the blade back with her left palm against the handle before switching her grip on the weapon to her left hand. Slashing across the center then following up with an inverted left slash across the chest area and a follow up slash across the right side of the chest before thrusting her blade through the chest of her would be attacker. Pulling the blade from the chest of her imagined opponent and flicking her left hand holding the blade down at angle. Celiana brought the blade up in front of her face in a dueling salute before pulling the blade away spinning it in a quick circle and re-sheathing her blade.
Sinking down into a cross-legged position Celiana began the closest thing to meditation for her going through combat forms in her head. A breath in then out then in again. Desperately wanting someone anyone to spar with she sat there and went through more combat forms in her head.
Hopefully somebody would join her before too long. She could only go through forms in her head for so long....
Stashing her bag by a pillar of granite and locking her blaster into the safe setting she slipped out of her boots relishing the feel of grass against her bare feet for a moment. Then drew her blade from its sheath on her left hip and started in on one of her native Echani blade forms. The forms were militaristic and only went by numbers but she'd never liked that; combat was meant to be a true expression of self. Combat was communication, self-expression, a beautifully deadly dance. Darting forward and whipping her right wrist around with a strike to neck level with her Vibro-sword before inverting the blade and bringing the blade into an inverted reverse stab.
Driving the blade back with her left palm against the handle before switching her grip on the weapon to her left hand. Slashing across the center then following up with an inverted left slash across the chest area and a follow up slash across the right side of the chest before thrusting her blade through the chest of her would be attacker. Pulling the blade from the chest of her imagined opponent and flicking her left hand holding the blade down at angle. Celiana brought the blade up in front of her face in a dueling salute before pulling the blade away spinning it in a quick circle and re-sheathing her blade.
Sinking down into a cross-legged position Celiana began the closest thing to meditation for her going through combat forms in her head. A breath in then out then in again. Desperately wanting someone anyone to spar with she sat there and went through more combat forms in her head.
Hopefully somebody would join her before too long. She could only go through forms in her head for so long....