Sicarius
No Gods, No Masters
Sicarius stood in the padded training room quietly waiting for everyone to fill in for the session. He'd put up an interest memo to the rest of the Order and a few had replied with intentions to attend. So far, so good.
He stood on the padded floor and reviewed the lesson for today. Disarms, deflections, reversals, and more ran through his head. He double and triple checked his plans before nodding in satisfaction.
He wore his simple robes and breeches. His hood was up, but this was nothing new. He carried no weapons and instead stood with only the small tools on his belt and nothing more.
"Hello," he said, his voice soft spoken, but clearly audible. "Today we'll be training in unarmed tactics against armed opponents. This will be useful in the event you are disarmed in combat, unable to draw your lightsaber fast enough, or prefer a non-lethal approach to combat. Is everyone ready to begin?"
He stood on the padded floor and reviewed the lesson for today. Disarms, deflections, reversals, and more ran through his head. He double and triple checked his plans before nodding in satisfaction.
He wore his simple robes and breeches. His hood was up, but this was nothing new. He carried no weapons and instead stood with only the small tools on his belt and nothing more.
"Hello," he said, his voice soft spoken, but clearly audible. "Today we'll be training in unarmed tactics against armed opponents. This will be useful in the event you are disarmed in combat, unable to draw your lightsaber fast enough, or prefer a non-lethal approach to combat. Is everyone ready to begin?"
@Kiyron
[member="Cai Sanis"]
[member="Meeristali Peradun"]
[member="Asmundr Varobalder"]
[member="Tracyn"]
[member="Cai Sanis"]
[member="Meeristali Peradun"]
[member="Asmundr Varobalder"]
[member="Tracyn"]