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Nathan;s artificial green eyes mechanically, precisely observed the flourish Braze Braze performed. Makashi. Echani. Great, just great.

He'd been about Braze's age when he had started killing people to survive. His movements didn't have the weight of a practiced killer behind him. And his use of Makashi brought him back to unpleasant moments.


Ession, Gulag Era.


"I really am quite pleased you accepted my offer." Elaine Tear spoke to Morris Crownwraithe as he waited in the training chamber.

Morris said nothing, irritated beyond words that the only way he could get Ession desperately needed medical supplies was to play nice with the Kaiserreich. And in this case, once more, having to play nice with...HER.

Elaine Tear, someday down the road to be converted into The Battalion The Battalion

Even now, it was as if the terrible night she had brought her army of fanatics to Castle Bloodscrawl and laid waste to his family in a religious fervor to steal their secrets had happened, not more than a decade ago, but only thirty seconds prior for him.

Morris glanced up at Elaine as she headed into the training chamber, clad in in a flowing, hooded green gown. She didn't have the carved youthful features of youth that she had possessed that night she had killed his mother and father while he had watched from a distance. Youthful Features she wouldn't regain until after she was converted.

She didn't know it was him, of course. The only one who had survived the raid. The man who had been born as Nathan Bloodscrawl.

"My students love it whenever you visit. They get so inspired by your adventures abroad." Elaine spoke as her training lightsaber slid into place. It was a white blade that slid out.

Morris was always flabbergasted her reputation had somehow survived the atrocity she had inflicted at Castle Bloodscrawl. Guess the damn Ashlans thought she was worth rehabiliatating. Morris personally didn't care whether she was capable of atonement or not.

But the code forbid taking revenge. Which made every moment around her torture.

"I am only doing my duty." Morris replied.

"You are doing more than your duty." Elaine replied appreciatively, earnestly, in a way that disgusted him.

"Word of your actions on Onderon against the Cult of The Brain Demon has spread. I never would have thought to use an entire flooding valley to dispatch a nest of those freaks."

"It was an accident." he said, simply. He always downplayed everything he did. Even if it made him look good.

"Not what the Force tells me when I look at you..."

She gave a Makashi salute. "Do you have any familiarity with Form Two?"

"In the sense I am familiar with people trying to use it to take my life." Morris replied in a tone that was on the verge of being Icy.

He remembered the look of fanaticism in her eyes as she had run his mother through. He did not understand why the Kaisserreich continually made her, of all people, a point of contact for him, whenever he was forced to visit his homeworld, the one planet he liked least in the galaxy. It almost felt like the Force was trolling him, or just wanted to watch him squirm at the indignity and humiliation of being taught by his parents killer just so he could help the people of Ession with their medical supply crisis.

"It was developed after Form One." Elaine explained. "You rely on techniques to avoid disarmament, footwork and fluidity over brute strength."

Morris could attest to this. It was usually why he resorted to simply shooting enemy Form Two users.

"Let's start with something simple..." Elaine offered. "Move as I move..."

Elaine went into a simple but elegant one handed kata with her training blade, gesturing Morris to copy her movements whenever she paused...

Morris reminded himself this was to help Ession's people, not to dwell on the past. But the sting of humiliation remained, expertly buried under a mask of stoicism as he diligently began to copy her simple movement and strike patterns...




Nathan blinked away the half second memory.

Every time. Every time he recalled Makashi, he recalled learning it from Elaine Tear. It was why he often refused to use it himself, perhaps too attached to his Father's Soresu instruction.

He had to stay in the present. Memories carried with the sensation and impressions which echoed in the Force. But he could not help but recall the start of that very first lesson. Having a memory come at him like that while up against Braze could prove very unwise...if he had picked up even a sliver of it, he might blab and start asking pointed questions. Questions Nathan would not have easy answers to.

Nathan approached, saying nothing, a blank stare having come over his normally grim face like he was in a trance. His walk deceptively slow looking, yet it carried him closer to Braze then expected. His white blade lashed out in an equally deceptively slow manner, trading speed and flashiness for power and efficiency of the blade's travel arc, which was aimed to strike at Braze's legs. It might force him to back away. Or he might counter, pull some flashy Makashi chit.

The one thing he might have going for him was if Braze was genuinely talented at the style, it might be less of a stretch for Nathan to claim being dealt a surprise defeat...
 




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Braze's gaze remained intently fixed on Nathan, yet he was acutely aware of a distant sensation stirring behind him. The Force Artifact strapped to his back flickered to life, its gem-like chambers within the hilt illuminating with a pulsating blue hue. This anomaly didn't escape Braze's notice, even as he kept his eyes locked on Nathan. Whether he sensed what Nathan had briefly experienced remained unclear, as Braze's focus was firmly anchored in the present moment. He studied Nathan's every muscle movement, poised and ready.

As Nathan initiated the first strike, Braze fluidly closed the distance between them, executing a low parry. He skillfully redirected the momentum, aligning subtly with Nathan's attack, moving in unprecedentedly close. For a fleeting moment, Braze was up close and personal to Nathan before he executed a crescent step, seamlessly positioning himself behind his opponent. He then delivered a slow, sweeping counter-strike aimed at Nathan's flank. The attack, devoid of real power, was more of a gentle love tap – a test to gauge Nathan's reaction to an unexpected and close-range assault.

Braze had been an obsessive student of the blade, dedicating himself to mastering Faalo's Cadences with extreme fervor in recent months. Despite his evident skill, his interaction with Nathan was marked by a light, playful nature, a tit-for-tat exchange designed to probe Nathan's knowledge and reflexes. Braze's confident footwork and the precision of his attacks betrayed a truth – his new friendships had taken a backseat to his martial studies.

Like it or not Nathan was now the subject of Braze's interest.
 
So Nir was just going to play limbo with Shan's fist? Hm...He could get around that. Though he could feel his focus fading from his technique, wincing as his hand started to soften up. He'd have to head straight into his next technique before Nir had a change to try and turn the tables again, as instead of punching the Cathar, Shan would clap his hand onto Nir's shoulder, the one wielding the sword. Though now it came to the..."fun" part. Sliding his hand down the sword to grab onto Nir's hand, gritting his teeth in pain as he tried to keep a firm grip. If it wasn't for Nir's summoning ability, Shan could have just kept his grip on the sword, but Nir could have just cancelled that out.

His hand was throbbing hard. And the fact that Nir's sword had a voice wasn't something that Shan had been expecting, but whilst he might have given up in the spar by now in the past, that wasn't what he was like anymore. That's not to say he felt good about what he was about to try and do but...he just kept a firm grip on Nir's hand and shoulder, trying to keep the Cathar's arm as straight as he could...before he brought his knee up in an attempt to dislocate the elbow. Trying to pull his punch, or well in this case knee, so that he wouldn't break anything.

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Ession, Gulag Era, Week 2 of Makashi Training.

"You're gripping the blade too tightly, Morris..." Elaine critiqued as he lunged at her with a curved hilt training blade. She easily deflected and executed and elegant side step spin that carried her to his side and allowed her to slice him across the thigh with a white blade that only stung.

"You have to stop thinking direct, brute force." she said as he fell to the ground of the ancient chamber, thigh stinging. "You must be as water. You must flow into the strikes, the evasions, the counter-attacks. You cannot force a resolution. You must think your way to one."

"I never was much a fencer." Morris spoke in reply as he pulled himself up.

"You are, actually. Just not at this form of it." Elaine countered. "Again."

Morris did as she asked, held the blade much more loosely as he directed a slice at her Torso. She deflected it, but he followed up with multiple thrusts and slices, and a part of him internally recoiled in revulsion as he watched her eyes light up with delight.

Does this Schutta have a crush?!

Part of him managed to keep from vomiting at the very idea. He hated his conventional handsomeness. It never seemed to bring the attention of sane women. He forced himself to refocus on attacking her.

"These lapses in focus you suffer..." she trailed, expertly deflecting all his attacks, though not without some difficulty due to his innate strength (She noticed, if anything that Morris seemed to be much physically stronger than he looked or let on)

"What causes them?"

"I have a lot on my mind." Morris replied, goin back into a guard. With her hooded gown and easy demeanor, she was the very image of a temple healer. But he had watched her order the crucifixion of criminals and heretics alike.

"The nature of being a Jedi can be very difficult to realize in such harsh times. Honestly, I'm surprised you don't take more of a rest." Elaine replied. "It honestly saddens me how little you are willing to make use of the Kaiserreich's resources."

"My duties extend beyond Ession's space. You're better off using what resources you have for yourself." he answered, as he watched her flourish the blade, gray hair poking out of the hood in curly strands.

"You are one of us. You shouldn't be a stranger. And given you're one of the most famous Jedi our world ever produced, it doesn't really make sense you not drawing on Ession's ancient and deep connection to the Light."

"If I see the need, I will. But not before." he replied neutrally.

"Fair enough." Elaine replied, though he could tell, his answer had disappointed her.

She gave a flick of the blade in his direction.

"Again."



Braze Braze managing to side step hadn't caught him off guard, but he could not retaliate the way he wanted to without cluing Braze.

So instead he chose a crude, sloppy, cheap solution and dived into a roll that carried him away from Braze's counter-attack.

He moved slightly quicker this time as he re-engaged him. Unlike Braze, there was no playfulness. More the blank, unfeeling stare of a living machine as he directed a crude overhead strike, trying to take advantage of his own height and strength, though he made certain to make certain errors in his footwork that Braze would no doubt catch. Steps that were off from their proper positioning by centimeters. And again, not executed with the full speed he would have liked to use. He didn't hate Braze, but Braze was naturally too curious. Sometimes the ones like him at this stage of their training picked up on things full on Masters were completely oblivious too, their minds unclouded by experience or bias.

The trick to willingly losing a duel is that it has to look good. If it were a battlefield, then even with as limited as his understanding of Medium Style was, he would be combining sequences together in a organic way, and take full advantage of his height. But it would have instantly given away how much he really knew about the lightsaber, and how there was no way he could be a simple late bloomer Padawan.

The advantage he had in hiding his skill was that most of the time that he cut loose, really cut loose, it was often on a packed, crowded field of battle, where so many were focused on staying alive they didn't have time to pay attention to what kung fu move the one next to them was executing to keep out of an early grave. That or there were no witnesses beyond his opponent. Or if there were witnesses, they were the witnesses who had untrained eyes.

Nathan chastised himself for so slipping into memory again. It felt like that ancient chamber for some reason...
 




Braze swiftly gained the upper hand over Nathan, his movements a blur of speed and precision. But as his strike, potent and potentially lethal, aimed for the back of Nathan's neck, he abruptly arrested the motion. Control and awareness pressent, halting the attack mid-flow. Drawing back, he offered a moment of respite and a verbal reprimand.

"You've got a height advantage over me," Braze pointed out, his voice calm but firm. "You should never willingly expose your flank to an enemy, nor go to the ground on your own accord. But then again, you're already well-versed in Sokan, aren't you?" he queried, stepping back to allow Nathan room to reset.

"Don't insult me by holding back; Don't confuse me for a young-ling, I can take it. " Braze added, his blade whirling in a smooth, defensive arc in front of him as he began to circle to his left. His steps were deliberate and measured, as he cross stepped in anticipation. "You're hesitating... No distractions... In battle, hesitation is a death sentence. Stop holding back and show me what you've truly got."

His encouragement was clear: he wanted a genuine challenge, a true test of their skills where both could learn and grow.
He then shifted tones and asked, "What's the highest price you're willing to pay for victory?"
 
"I'm well versed in not getting chopped to bits by attackers with swords." Nathan replied carefully to Braze Braze . He knew the strike he was attempting, and half hoped he would land it so Nathan would be declared the loser, and potentially kill any remaining curiosity Braze had about him in its cradle, before it could grow. But then he pulled back. Started lecturing.

Chit. Perceptive.

"But as for knowing Sokan? On a formal basis? I don't stick to formal definitions. Any move I use that keeps me from getting stabbed by enterprising sorts like yourself is what works."

Makashi can be employed verbally as well, but that was a secret even Braze would take some time to catch on to.

Braze challenged him to fight better. Nathan had no choice now. He wanted a duel, he would get one.

Even though Nathan STILL intended to lose, it would be at the last moment now. No easy, early defeats to assuage the Boy's curiosity.

"And no hesitation at all can be just as deadly as too much of it. Rushing an unknown opponent before working it out...if I did that, there were a lot of moments where I'd have ended up as worm food."

Nathan straightened up, posture correcting slightly.

Braze's next question was more easy to answer.

"The highest price is in lives. I pay that price every time someone has died at my hands. That is usually the price the whole Jedi Order ends up paying for really, really important victories. In lives. Their own, or others. Just look at what happened at Exogal."

He lunged, his thrust swift, and even somewhat elegant, delivered without hesitation towards Braze's throat, hoping to get a light contact mark. It was delivered at full speed, the thrust delivered in such away and with such force as to potentially interfere with his ability to deflect or side step, which if he did, Nathan would immediately follow up with a series of heavy, fast slashes delivered in a spherical fan around himself, trying to throw off Braze's timing or chance's for counter-attack.

"But the highest price I personally paid for a victory that mattered to me? That's between me and whatever that sacrifice on my part failed at purchasing." he answered as he struck at Braze.
 
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Sellian Jedi Praxeum
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Loomi found herself caught offguard when Aris moved to swat her training saber away. She let her hand carry through the motion as to not roll any muscles, only to find a foot coming towards her in the moment of openness. Instinctively, forgetting the presence of her armor of course, the Godoan brought up her mechanical leg to block the kick, checking the attack with her foot.

It was a very strong kick. The pain receptors in her prosthetics lit up. Had she not been so used to pain, evident by the scars that covered her body, it may have gotten a reaction out of her. Instead Loomi simply bit her lip and pressed on.

In a strange set of actions that her brain strung together on the fly, Loomi would grasp onto Aris's boot with the mechanical toes on her prosthetics, pulling him forward and off balance. Then she would... step aside and let him fall? She hadn't really thought that through yet, but she'd cross that bridge whenever she got there.

Probably.


 




Braze's voice was firm and unyielding. "That is why we practice; to have control over ourselves, to master our own forms. There's a clear difference between not hesitating and bullrushing. They are very different," he asserted.

As he listened to Nathan's response, Braze remained poised, a predator ready to pounce. Anticipating the attack, he expertly parried, using the moment to slip towards Nathan's inner side, where vital points were exposed. His blade, accompanied by a subtle force push, attempted to nudged Nathan's momentum just off course. Braze's own saber then rose towards the center line of Nathan's body, a strategic move designed to dominate and control the space between them. He was in rare form compaired to previous sparring bouts with his peers; Braze was taking things much more seriously.

Braze's approach was aggressive, yet calculated. He invaded Nathan's personal space, unafraid of potential strikes against him. His confidence was immense, his movements fluid and instinctual, displaying the results of countless hours of rigorous training. His muscle memory and drilled repetitions guided his actions, allowing him to focus less on each individual movement and more on the overall flow of the combat.

"And how did that failure make you feel?" Braze pressed, his blade tracing a second arching strike with a spin and flick of his wrist. This rapid, consecutive attack was aimed to force Nathan into a defensive stance, to push him to the brink. "Was it worth the cost, knowing you failed? Was what you sacraficed worth the lesson of failure?"

Braze's questions were sharp, cutting to the heart of Nathan's experience.


 
He's going for it.

Braze Braze slipped to his side with practiced ease.

But the consecutive attacks were just as quickly parried by Nathan (Though he did his best to make his defense look crude despite catching every attack.) He caught the center-line attack without really thinking about it, twisting the blow aside with sheer brute strength and just infused his own body with the Force to tank the mild push Braze did, being forcefully slid backwards by a few meters but remaining standing, displaying a superb amount of stamina and balance.

Then Nathan went on rapid counter attack, his blows coming swifter and faster than ever before now, slices and stabs delivered in crude fashion, but altering their angle of attack subtly at the last possible second in order to try throwing Braze off. The strikes got stronger, Nathan tightening his defensive radius so Braze could no longer just wade into his personal space without increased risk.

Braze asked how that failure made him feel.

"I could not explain the feeling to you if I had a whole decade." he answered backing off into a guard.

"And the lesson I learned was that most sacrifices are born of poorly conceived exchanges, regardless of intent or aim. Some are proud of the sacrifices they make, thinking it makes them "better people" somehow. I have purged myself of that notion. A sacrifice is merely a choice made in desperation. If you have the willingness to pay it, don't be surprised and don't complain if or when it blows up in your face."

Nathan blinked. "I sacrificed my wife to save my daughter. I lost both." he said emotionlessly.
 
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He felt Colette catch his momentum some. So he didn’t get as much distance as he would’ve liked. But at least he's not gonna get stuck between his opponent and a wall. Once Ko touched down he quickly turned back to Colette with a more defensive stance.

Although she wasn’t being much of an aggressor that didn’t mean she was passive. Ko sensed that her actions were determined and mindful. Not just letting things go on without intervention. He would respond by closing what little of a gap there was between them. Removing pretty much any distance they had.

Ko had adopted the mindset that every swordsman, combatant, and martial artist dual-wielded to some degree. Even in regards to both Colette and himself despite them both being armed with a single training saber. When the Kel Dor got within range he struck out with his saber. Sending it after her own for a bind. To engage her blade and leverage it out of the way for him to shoot his knee up to strike her in the gut.

The whole body was a weapon and he didn’t want to develop tunnel vision and think the saber in his hands was his only means of fighting. Ko was also certain that Colette understood that as well.
 
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Up and over, land, close the distance, catch the blade, and—

"Oof!" Colette exclaimed at the height of her arrogance. The second she thought that she was starting to figure her opponent out, he kicked her quite literally to the ground. Bravo! Colette coughed as she rolled herself back on her feet and gave him an approving nod before she set off with an attack of her own.

She closed the distance and made a small cut at his shoulder, except nah, it was a feint. Colette brought the blade down towards whichever knee was the closest to her, except nah yet again because it was another feint. A spar was the perfect opportunity to experiment, and as such she then extinguished the blade, took a step back and extended her hand towards him with a telekinetic blast to knock him off his feet.

It was fun, this was part of the most exciting part of her education.
 

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Having kicked metal Aris should've been in pain. He wasn't though. Mom had taught him how to strengthen his body to a degree that he might as well be metal himself. He was going to use that to his advantage, press forward to keep Loomi defending.

Except he was flying again.

Aris blinked as he hit the ground before he rolled back to his feet, saber at the ready again. It took a moment to process exactly what happened, but when it clicked he grinned wide.

"Okay, that's cool. Can you hold a lightsaber with your feet?"

Loomi Loomi
 

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Ko was glad to see that his unarmed strike had caught her off guard. He understood that utilizing the whole body as a weapon was a big principle of Ataru. Seeing her fall to the floor and acknowledge the wrench he just threw in her predictions made Ko ‘smirk’ gently under his mask.

Then she came towards him with a flurry of attacks. Well he anticipated that they would be attacked. Instead it was a trio of elaborate feints. Each one leading into the next. Yet he moved as if each one of them was going to be a death blow. Treating each one like they were a serious strike aimed for him.

So naturally he wasn’t prepared for the real attack he had in store for him. Because he was too worried about her blade work he didn’t have his guard up with The Force. Only noticing this error by the time it was too late as he watched her conjure up energy in The Force to blast him backwards with an invisible push.

The force knocked him back across the ground. Sliding back some. Colette seemed pretty keen on utilizing the Force in a more outward manner. Reminding Ko some of himself years prior to how he often liked to fight. Favoring range over melee. The idea sparked an idea in his mind. Although it was a strategy that often didn’t work too well for him in the past. But he felt like this might just be the right time to use it to catch his opponent off guard and actually do something. ‘Please forgive me Master, for I must go all out, just this once…’ Ko dramatically thought to himself as he thought of Jonyna Si Jonyna Si likely scolding him about it afterwards.

Still laid back prone on the ground Ko looked up at Colette. With his saber in hand he pulled it back before throwing it up towards the other padawan. Performing a saber throw from his prone position. The weapon made a loud hum as it quickly spun through the air towards Colette as a bit of a surprise attack.
 

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"Okay, that's cool. Can you hold a lightsaber with your feet?"

"Huh?" Loomi frowned, tilting her head. "I never thought about that..."

Her mechanical feet were pretty good at gripping things. Maybe that was something that she could do. Loomi, of course, would immediately try this, lifting up her leg very unstably and placing her lightsaber within it's grasp. For what it was worth she absolutely could hold it with her feet, which prompted the Godoan to beam with pride.

Only seconds before she lost balance and fell forward, hitting her nose on the floor.


 

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Oh.

One moment, Vera's blade had made contact with Eloise's, and then suddenly she found herself off-balanced once again. Trakata, it was called — maybe Mom had mentioned it in passing sometime, but probably to Aris. He was more interested in these weird lightsaber techniques than she was. Vera much preferred the mysticism of the Force, especially in the form of runes or other abilities that weren't so common.

In a way, even her visions.

"How can you defend against a trick like that?" Vera asked after listening to Eloise. "I've yet to learn to use my visions and farsight in combat. Is that the only way?" Sensing it coming could definitely help, she imagined, but not all Jedi were good at precognitive skills.

Maybe there were other ways?

Vera then nodded, drew her blade up again, and approached more carefully. She was expecting more tricks now, so she wasn't as committed to reckless attacks, nor did she wildly charge into battle. Instead, she carefully danced around her opponent and kept her blade between them at all times. Until, finally, she was within range.

A vertical strike down towards Eloise's head, followed by a quicker sweep diagonal sweep across the torso. Regardless of how it connected, Vera then disengaged with a step in retreat, hoping to control distance that way.




 

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Objective: Defeat Jasper
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Silas lightsaber crashed with Jaspers as he pushed for a retaliation from the fellow knight. He was half expecting him to do just that, only for him to have other plans. Slashing another strike, Jasper suddenly jumped over Silas and looked to try and flank him. However, unexpectedly there was a loud clanking sound on the floor to his right. Briefly gazing at the floor, he couldn't help but smirk slightly at the move. Jasper was trying to make things interesting.

"Really now? you're going to go there?" Sighing lightly, Silas momentarily lifted his left arm "Don't worry pal, I can do the same" Making sure he was watching Silas moved his arm behind his back and snapped back into a modified Sorosu stance. He could have chosen another form, but he chose to stay defensive rather than be aggressive.

Carefully moving forth once more, he now and then feinted attacks to keep Jasper on edge while he looked for an opening "Your Padawan did speak well of you before he got a lungful of swimming pool of course" Silas taunted, playfully trying to gauge a reaction out of him.


"It makes me think you tried to teach him with one arm. No wonder the poor soul almost drowned"
 
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React faster than I can kill you,” Eloise replied with a shrug. “Make it look like you’ve completely lost your balance. Let yourself fall forward. It’ll take longer for me to turn and stab you in the back, and in that time you can sweep my legs.

Vera’s strikes were more measured and cautious now that she knew she had an unpredictable opponent. Eloise parried the swings at her head and torso, but Vera disengaged before things could get interesting.

Come on,” she said impatiently. “You were just starting to get on a roll. Dancing around isn’t going to help. Fight me!

She darted forward, taking a swipe at the younger girl’s head. From there she launched into a full-blown assault, one blow after the other, coming at her from all directions. It was Juyo, each fluid movement full of the malignant grace of the Ferocity Form. If Vera wanted to stay on the defensive, she’d have to put up quite the defense.

 

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Aris blinked yet again as he watched her casually just pick up her lightsaber with her foot. It was cool to see, but the fact she immediately fell over had him plenty worried. He rushed forward, concern clear in his eyes.

"Hey, wo, you okay? That look like it hurt."

Loomi Loomi
 

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Sellian Jedi Praxeum
Tags: Silas Westgard Silas Westgard

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"It makes me think you tried to teach him with one arm. No wonder the poor soul almost drowned"

"Yeah, I never taught him how to swim," Jasper shrugged. "That one falls on the youngling instructors. Arms aren't that important anyways... I find overreliance on anything to be a limitation."

Jasper would tilt his head to the side, using the force to draw a second lightsaber from his flight suit pocket, his orange-bladed shoto. The knight would catch it with his teeth, and as soon as the blade ignited he immediately went on the offensive. Two verticle slashes would come, with his main blade and shoto moving in parallel motion.

One for the torso, one for the head.


 

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Sellian Jedi Praxeum
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"I'm okay!"

Loomi shot back up to her feet, shaking her head. Her wings fluttered anxiously for a split second as she brushed herself off, quickly getting herself back into a sparring stance. At least she knew that she could do that now, though the Godoan was going to have to work on her balance greatly.

"Let's keep going."

 

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