Kelon Amadis
Checkmate (Dead pm Writers Account)
Continued on from here:
The Sith Lord that had begun to mold the overly cocksure zeltrix, half epicanthix half zeltron, had long been out of contact with Kelon in part because of his time back serving the Sith vanguard forces, and so some of his smug certainty had returned, not as much, because the beginning of her lessons remained with him still now.
The large Zeltrix found himself once again crushing apprentices in the training arena, it was something he did well, and had attracted a small crowd. Heavy fists had just beaten one such unfortunate victim to a dazed state, so much so they were walking in circles trying to find balance. Violence had its charms, and Kelon indulged them to the onlooking of several of the crowd. The thrill for violence that Matsu had instilled in him, had grown it seemed, to take more precedence in his own personal training.
He let the man wander around dazed toying with him, till he was simply put head first into the wall, once twice and three times to ring the final bell of their little spar. Hopefully he wasn't anyone important around here. Kelon's black Sith robes were fitting more readily, and the veins pulsing along his neck hinted at the rage he was beginning to cultivate, still toward meaningless violence but it was a start.
[member="Matsu Xiangu"]
OOC:
The Sith Lord that had begun to mold the overly cocksure zeltrix, half epicanthix half zeltron, had long been out of contact with Kelon in part because of his time back serving the Sith vanguard forces, and so some of his smug certainty had returned, not as much, because the beginning of her lessons remained with him still now.
The large Zeltrix found himself once again crushing apprentices in the training arena, it was something he did well, and had attracted a small crowd. Heavy fists had just beaten one such unfortunate victim to a dazed state, so much so they were walking in circles trying to find balance. Violence had its charms, and Kelon indulged them to the onlooking of several of the crowd. The thrill for violence that Matsu had instilled in him, had grown it seemed, to take more precedence in his own personal training.
He let the man wander around dazed toying with him, till he was simply put head first into the wall, once twice and three times to ring the final bell of their little spar. Hopefully he wasn't anyone important around here. Kelon's black Sith robes were fitting more readily, and the veins pulsing along his neck hinted at the rage he was beginning to cultivate, still toward meaningless violence but it was a start.
[member="Matsu Xiangu"]
OOC:
Tagged Matsu out of courtesy but anyone is welcome to teach him, otherwise I'll solo it.