Sparks flew from his saber as he dug the blade into a nearby-wall. "So, I must learn this new form which is a polar opposite of the first form I knew..." Having walked around his brother he'd nod him away, he had been shown the basics, now all he had to do is refine his skill. He'd weave in and out, his primary focus was his foot-work. The priority of attacks being light attacks and quick movement. But upon a few swings he'd notice something, this form lacked kinetic energy.
What it lacked in power it made up in tactical efficiency, ten-fold. With elbow slightly bent and hands wrapped comfortably on the hand-grip he'd wave it around causing a wave of crimson energy to waft across the room. His movements were tight, fluid, and they were light. This stark contrast was a bit difficult to over-come but he would get used to it...
"I'm going to the training room."
The padded walls and white lights illuminated the automatons. They stood one to one with their blades at the ready. He would put them to the test. Hitting the activation switch the droids would come to light. One by one a deep red stood in the place of their eyes. Despite their menacing ambiance these were about the lowest of the low. Their movements were recursive which meant they were predictable.
Good, they would have to be this way in order for him to train correctly.
The first droid moved in with spear in tote, MAleus side stepped the charge and flicked his saber hand into the androids neck. As the blade melted through circuitry a hiss crept through it's gaping neck, it's composition was of ozone. Two more robots appeared. His hand would fall into an opening guard, two blurred jabs were sent into their arms. But due to the lack of over-all strength, all he accomplished was disabling the appendages, they were not cut away.
Noticing they were still alive they took it upon themselves to slam their rods against his body. He sputtered back having noticed that he hadn't been impaled, no it was simply blunt force. Aside from the pains he felt in his chest he was alright. But this was about to be changed as they continued their onslaught. He'd divert his weight to the balls of his feet, then while drawing his form back-wards he was able to proceed a few feet away, cleanly avoiding the barrage.
He gripped the handle a tad tighter as he dropped into his closing guard. With arms apart he would bound through their defenses, with quick and defiant stabs their frames were pried from their bodies. Only the metal wiring and the faint buzzing of residual electricity would be left in it's wake.
"Makashi..."
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