Faction Combat Training : The Edge of Control [TDF] [JO] [Jedi]

[Braze]

Tags: Dirk Leos Beltor "Bell" Cyrus Jasper Kai'el Saram Kote Novac Lyrikal
Open to other general Light-sided Jedi to participate / or watch

Braze decided to organize a small get-together: an open call for those willing to gather, train, and test themselves through friendly sparring matches. Through his Jedi connections and wider networks, he sent out an invitation for others to come participate, observe, or simply meet fellow students and Knights of the Light.

It was not meant to be a formal tournament, nor some grand test of rank or pride. It was a chance to cross blades, sharpen reflexes, learn from one another, and measure skill in a setting where would only really lead to bruises, and burns.

That was the point: to give others a place to test their mettle against one another, without hatred, fear, or the shadow of war pressing down at their backs. He even extended an invitation to Saram Kote hoping to see how she could absolutely bully his old man Jasper Kai'el .

Braze set his blades to non lethal modes as he stretched out getting ready to pair off his newest but not youngest padawan, Beltor "Bell" Cyrus . "You ready to kiss the floor again today~? " He asked playfully.

 

[Loomi]

Dantooine
Tags: Braze , Open

Epo-1, Lushi​

"You ready to kiss the floor again today~? "

"Braze!"

A scolding voice came from the second level above where the viewing deck was. A shorter yellow woman with antennae and dark hair was leaning against the railing. She had one grey eye and one that was scarred and closed.

"Don't be too mean!" the Godoan told the Echani. "Training is supposed to be professional."

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

Tags: Dirk Leos Beltor "Bell" Cyrus Jasper Kai'el Saram Kote Novac Lyrikal
Open to other general Light-sided Jedi to participate / or watch

Braze decided to organize a small get-together: an open call for those willing to gather, train, and test themselves through friendly sparring matches. Through his Jedi connections and wider networks, he sent out an invitation for others to come participate, observe, or simply meet fellow students and Knights of the Light.

It was not meant to be a formal tournament, nor some grand test of rank or pride. It was a chance to cross blades, sharpen reflexes, learn from one another, and measure skill in a setting where would only really lead to bruises, and burns.

That was the point: to give others a place to test their mettle against one another, without hatred, fear, or the shadow of war pressing down at their backs. He even extended an invitation to Saram Kote hoping to see how she could absolutely bully his old man Jasper Kai'el .

Braze set his blades to non lethal modes as he stretched out getting ready to pair off his newest but not youngest padawan, Beltor "Bell" Cyrus . "You ready to kiss the floor again today~? " He asked playfully.

Braze

Beltor took a deep breath in. Clad in his lighter robes that left most of the heavier implements, and with Reverence already in hand and modified for non lethal.

He opened his eyes, casting a slightly mischievous smirk at his master. "I don't know, you ready to finally hit puberty?" He set his guard and waited, his saber unlit.

 

[Loomi]

Dantooine
Tags: Braze , Beltor "Bell" Cyrus

Epo-1, Lushi​

"I don't know, you ready to finally hit puberty?"

"Hey!" Loomi chirped, hearing the other Jedi's words. "Also there are children at the temple! Don't set a bad example! Golly..."

The Godoan let out a huff and pouted, her posture sinking. She was definitely going to have a talk about this later.

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

novac hadn't expected the investigation for a sparring get-together from braze but he certainly wasnt going to pass the opportunity up.

heading to the place it was being held novac made sure to set his sabers to training mode while putting them in their polearm configuration.

Don't be too mean!" the Godoan told the Echani. "Training is supposed to be professional."

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as novac slithered in he heard the woman saying something about training being professional. looking up at her as he continued coming in "ah come on, wheres the fun in that. my old master was never professional in our spars, its more fun that way". he didnt recognize her or the one sparring with braze but it not like that was a problem, jut new people to get to know. for now he stood to the side both right hands on his "hip" and watched since he didn't have a partner.

 

[Braze]

Tags: Beltor "Bell" Cyrus Loomi Novac Lyrikal ​

Braze smirked twirling his blades offering Beltor a makeshift style salute and taking up a Niman style stance.

"Oh the jealousy is strong today... hows your knees by the way?" Braze asked with a smirk though he was retaining his sharpened tongue quite a bit now that Loomi Scolded him. He did want to look away from Bells and towards her and even did offer a fleeting glance, curious to see what she was wearing having not expected to see her, let alone hear her scolding him for his cheeky battle field banter.

 

[Valor the Forsaken]

Tags: Novac Lyrikal
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Valor quirked a brow seeing Novac Lyrikal adjust his sabers in to an interesting configuration...

"I didn't know sabers could do that..." he mused aloud seemingly impressed with them. " How do you fight with them like that?"

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

Tags: Beltor "Bell" Cyrus Loomi Novac Lyrikal ​

Braze smirked twirling his blades offering Beltor a makeshift style salute and taking up a Nimon style stance.

"Oh the jealousy is strong today... hows your knees by the way?" Braze asked with a smirk though he was retaining his sharpened tongue quite a bit now that Loomi Scolded him. He did want to look away from Bells and towards her and even did offer a fleeting glance, curious to see what she was wearing having not expected to see her, let alone hear her scolding him for his cheeky battle field banter.

"No worse for ware, I wonder, how are your knees, dear mentor." The Implication was clear, and he wiggled his eye brows at seeing his mentor glance at the other girl. "Oh, an admirer of yours I assume?" He didn't get him much of an opening to answer, igniting his blade and surging forward in a now well practiced form 2 opener.

 

[Loomi]

Dantooine
Tags: Braze , Beltor "Bell" Cyrus , Novac Lyrikal

Epo-1, Lushi​

"ah come on, wheres the fun in that. my old master was never professional in our spars, its more fun that way".

"We also have to think of who we are before when we speak," Loomi stated. "It's important to model good behavior for the next generation. Having fun is one thing, but composure is important as well in combat."

Her words weren't snappy or rude, more gentle and guiding. One side to a coin with many faces. The conversation was short lived when another voice appeared.

"I didn't know sabers could do that..." he mused aloud seemingly impressed with them. " How do you fight with them like that?"

"Oh, padawan, perhaps this is your opportunity to prepare yourself," she suggested to Novac. "If padawan Valor is curious, demonstration is the best way to show the application, no?"

Just something to make sure the students were getting grouped up and training. Her ears picked up on the words of the man that Braze was clearly in the process of training, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes a little. She could only hope that the youngest initiates around the temple didn't pick up any bad habits after their verbal sparring.

She wondered if she'd need to spar today. Loomi kept herself prepared to do so if anyone perhaps wanted a partner but had no options.

 

[Braze]

Tags: Beltor "Bell" Cyrus Loomi ​

Braze's response came a touch delayed, as he was actually distracted by Loomi being there; the opening was narrow, and he had to take it before it vanished. Rather than offer a particularly focused and decisive reply like he had hoped, his motion bled into an idiomatic repetition of instinct. His blade arced down to meet Bells' with a sharp hiss of contact, catching the outside line rather than striking through it. He let the bind hold briefly, then rolled his wrist, guiding the stronger base of his saber against the weaker reach of Bells' blade, attempting to draw his weapon off-center, pushing for leverage through a rolling envelopment meant to twist Beltor's wrist past comfort and threaten the security of his hold. He didn't however try to press for a follow up attack.

"I'll be polite Loomi-kins~ And I'll teach my padawan some manners~"

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

Tags: Novac Lyrikal
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Valor quirked a brow seeing Novac Lyrikal adjust his sabers in to an interesting configuration...

"I didn't know sabers could do that..." he mused aloud seemingly impressed with them. " How do you fight with them like that?"

novac turned to look at valor, not noticing him until now. "oh, these? watch this." he said with a slight smile as he heard loomi mention demonstration. he held it out infront of him at a slight angle with his top left hand. he ignited the top blade, a pretty yellow, then the bottom, a deep rich purple. he then grabbed the bottom half of the saber with his right bottom hand, the purple blade still on, and ignited the top of it, matching the bottoms purple. the yellow saber in his right ignited the bottom matching yellow. he then grabbed the bottom yellow with his top right hand and the bottom purple with his bottom left hand. turning both in his hands so all four where pointing up. ( top 2 hands have yellow bottom arms have purple).
as he held them he looked over to valor, "ta da" he said jokingly. "i made them myself, took a while to make em. took even longer to learn to fight with them. i usually have it in the single polearm configuration for easier use, can be a good surprise or for fighting multiple people. though i gotta pay more attention so i dont hurt myself. i am also trying to work on using the force to have them float mid combat but thats proving to be waaay more tricky."

 

[Valor the Forsaken]

Tags: Novac Lyrikal ​

"Those are pretty neat... Do you wanna try to spar or would you prefer to watch ?" Valor asked Novac Lyrikal curiously. He moved to take out his rather plain training saber and held it up.

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

Tags: Beltor "Bell" Cyrus Loomi ​

Braze's response came a touch delayed, as he was actually distracted by Loomi being there; the opening was narrow, and he had to take it before it vanished. Rather than offer a particularly focused and decisive reply like he had hoped, his motion bled into an idiomatic repetition of instinct. His blade arced down to meet Bells' with a sharp hiss of contact, catching the outside line rather than striking through it. He let the bind hold briefly, then rolled his wrist, guiding the stronger base of his saber against the weaker reach of Bells' blade, attempting to draw his weapon off-center, pushing for leverage through a rolling envelopment meant to twist Beltor's wrist past comfort and threaten the security of his hold. He didn't however try to press for a follow up attack.

"I'll be polite Loomi-kins~ And I'll teach my padawan some manners~"

He saw the rolling disarm in coming, and his heart rate quickened ever so slightly. His mentor has mis stepped ever so slightly. Bell used the longer grip of his own to counter the leverage on the roll. His mentor was not so easily disarmed, but Bell pressed forward, engaging in to both a test of who could hold their guard, and who could muster the greater leverage.

He surged forward, trying to stop the roll and force a saber lock where his larger stature could press his smaller opponent.

 

[Braze]

Tags: Beltor "Bell" Cyrus ​

Braze was forced to give up ground as he brought up a smaller saber, catching Bells' blade between the smaller blades of his sai saber. He shifted to step back, trying to lock the blade in place as his main hand's blade was deactivated. At the same time, he slid his back foot in an arc with a mild, brief adjustment before the blade was reactivated, now with the line of attack clear of Bells' blade as he moved with his momentum, letting Bells' strength lead. It wasn't the best nor most graceful reply but perhaps not the absolute worst.

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

Tags: Beltor "Bell" Cyrus ​

Braze was forced to give up ground as he brought up a smaller saber, catching Bells' blade between the smaller blades of his sai saber. He shifted to step back, trying to lock the blade in place as his main hand's blade was deactivated. At the same time, he slid his back foot in an arc with a mild, brief adjustment before the blade was reactivated, now with the line of attack clear of Bells' blade as he moved with his momentum, letting Bells' strength lead. It wasn't the best nor most graceful reply but perhaps not the absolute worst.

He too saw this coming, and a sharp intake of breath signaled his flash of annoyance as he jerked back, trying to counter his forward moment while also trying to keep now both of his mentor's blade from landing a strike.

Fire meets fire. His off leg swung up, not to kick, but to plant his foot along his mentors mid drift and to kick out, pushing them away from each other and making distance.

Bell slid back on the pads of his feat, drawing his own shoto and igniting it.

 

[Loomi]

Dantooine
Tags: Valor the Forsaken , Novac Lyrikal

Epo-1, Lushi​

"Those are pretty neat... Do you wanna try to spar or would you prefer to watch ?"

"That sounds like a splendid idea," Loomi nodded. "You two can find yourselves an open space on the lower floor to spar."

Loomi gestured to one of the open sparring mats just below the viewing balcony they stood on. She gave a nod before she turned back with a gentle smile on her face.

"Just be sure to be respectful opponents."

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

Tags: Novac Lyrikal ​

"Those are pretty neat... Do you wanna try to spar or would you prefer to watch ?" Valor asked Novac Lyrikal curiously. He moved to take out his rather plain training saber and held it up.

turning his sabers off and putting them back together quickly he nodded, "sure, i'd love to"

quickly seeing a open mat below he slithered up and over the railing and lowered himself onto the ground. only some his tail touched the floor below the rest of his tail landed behind him with a thunk and he slithered over to the mat. one thing he didnt like about the space was how open it was. he loved it when he had surfaces to climb up like walls or ceilings, but here it was just open space. oh well, gotta fight in ways you arent happy with, he thought. standing on the left side of the mat with his tail coiled in a loose spiral around. him he waited for valor to get ready then ignited. his saber yellow blade humming quietly as he held it in both left hands pointed forward and slightly up. "ready when you are."

 

[Braze]

Tags: Beltor "Bell" Cyrus ​

As momentum was arrested backward, Braze was almost pulled with him by the torque of their blades. He released the tension with a subtle turn of his wrist, letting the blades slide loose as he leaned away. His peripheral vision caught sight of the foot moving, and he enacted what his arced back foot had set up moments ago, and… his whole form turned with Beltor's motion as he about-faced, bringing his front foot around in a crescent toward his back foot. Now beside Beltor, feeling the wind from the force of the kick, he eased back sharply into a back stance, moving into the forward motion with an elbow aimed at Bells' ribs. Braze was silent at least ~ That alone was a blessing.

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

Tags: Beltor "Bell" Cyrus ​

As momentum was arrested backward, Braze was almost pulled with him by the torque of their blades. He released the tension with a subtle turn of his wrist, letting the blades slide loose as he leaned away. His peripheral vision caught sight of the foot moving, and he enacted what his arced back foot had set up moments ago, and… his whole form turned with Beltor's motion as he about-faced, bringing his front foot around in a crescent toward his back foot. Now beside Beltor, feeling the wind from the force of the kick, he eased back sharply into a back stance, moving into the forward motion with an elbow aimed at Bells' ribs. Braze was silent at least ~ That alone was a blessing.

Slippery silver haired mynock...

The fight had shifted from purely a test of blades, to a true melee, something Beltor was far more comfortable with. He twisted. His left arm came up and wrapped around his mentor's right, grasping the elbow and locking it in pace with a grip like iron. As the elbow came for his now front on mid drift, he tensed his core and felt the impact land.

Braze could hit, but not hard enough. The motion of twisting carried Beltor's right hook home, impacting on the younger man's jaw with a distinctive thwack. He carried the punch through and readied to leverage his grappled arm for a transition in to an arm bar.

 

[Braze]

Tags: Beltor "Bell" Cyrus ​

Braze took the hit to his jaw in a solid manner, his head snapping to the side with the strength of the impact, his snow-white hair whipping after in its wake. He wouldn't be able to win a competition of strength against the larger man; this much he knew, so he shifted, pressing in and lower, letting his shoulder wedge between and down.

The inner material of his robes against the long glove beneath rolled, slipping past each other. The materials had been intentionally chosen for the least amount of friction possible when they rubbed against one another, and that aided him here, oddly enough, as he slipped his form tighter against Bells' side.

His hand still held the longer blade, and it was finger-flipped as he reverse-gripped it and angled it directly toward Beltor's groin. His own foot rose and was aimed at a stomp right behind Beltor's closest knee.