Day 1

[Darth Rixas]

In one of the various, newly constructed buildings of Echoyl'a a figure could be seen in the center of a large, open chamber. Along the walls, various weapons could be seen purchased upon several mounts and crates. Fire-arms were lodged in holsters upon several pods on the opposite side of the chamber, and on the northern side, droids could be see plugged into several systems, being loaded with various combat programs and simulations. The southern wall was home to everything melee, from beskads, kals, bevii'ragirs, lightsaber hilts, and everything in between.

Oron was in the center, kneeling with hands resting in his laps. His crimson gaze was hidden behind closed eyes as he continued to meditate as he'd done so for the past hour, finally opening them to see the large double doors of the training room slide open for a fellow Knight to enter.

[member="Freyia Whitelight-Carrick"]

 

[Freyia Whitelight-Carrick]

Little did she know what was in store for her today. All she knew before pushing those heavy doors open was the one inside was waiting on her to enter. Finding a little out about him before hand. After all she was a leaner, seeing as she was growing up very fast now that her father had brought the family into the mandalorian culture. Feeling that after which time she would know that what it was going to take wasn't something that her mother had taught her growing up. It was all about life, healing being one with the nature of the force.

Rubbing her upper arm as it still had a dull ache to it even after these many weeks after the battle on Mygeeto had she been foolish to think could take the lead like her father, she had that mother gentle to her wanting to protected those of her own unit she been put in most was like her was blooded. Even now as she walked into the place her feet was very light upon the floor, if any sound was being made. Even then she knew that his eyes was upon her.

"Knight Verd, I"m Padawn Carrick I have been directed to here for some advance training."

[member="Oron Verd"]

 

[Darth Rixas]

Standing to his feet, Oron watched Freyia as she entered the room. He'd remembered her being Mygeeto, although they shared different battlefields. Oron was involved in various duels and skirmishes that day, earning a myriad of new scars to his beskar'gam. He'd traced his fingers through the battle-woven indentions several times since then, recollecting his memories of how each of them might have came to be. Explosions seemed to contribute to the majority of them. A lesson found- he intended to make better distances during his next engagement.

"Hello Freyia." Oron said with a soft smile accompanied with an acknowledging tilt of his head.

Because of their roles, they rarely saw each other during aggressive engagements but of the moments he did catch of glimpse of the young Carrick, her admirable vigor stood out the most. Something that could be used to help her in other departments, especially when learning and training.

Oron waved his hand then, motioning for her to follow him towards one of the various weapon racks.

"How familiar are you with the bevii'ragir?" He said as he ran his hands along one of the beskar plated spears.

[member="Freyia Whitelight-Carrick"]

 

[Freyia Whitelight-Carrick]

Her own eyes watch his along with something else as she looked him over and remembered that one that was in her unit had been watching some of the battle that had been tape in different place that day. Even then there was story of what happen in the battle even then her mother had taken care of many of the vode that day with there battle wounds. Some just needed to be licked but like her own she needed more attention even know with her mother abilities she was able to fade the scare upon her forehead a bit more then most, with the herbs and knowledge of her advance healing.

It was when he called her by her first name that she let herself do nothing but look a few second before he had her follow him. Taking off the rack a weapon very curious she wanted to say she read about these weapons but knowing that she was going to humble herself now. As she put her head down smiling as she did so she couldn't help but look back up upon him.

"I'm am not .." wondering now what to call him, even then she after much thought step up to take on of its rack.

Bevii'ragir, is what you call it, in Mandoda coming so far from Voss now had her been her childhood sauntrary.


[member="Oron Verd"]

 

[Darth Rixas]

Nodding at her answer, he lifted the the weapon from the rack. This spear in particular was plain and sleek. When such weapons were created for personal use however, they would usually be matted with designs both relevant to the culture and it's wielder. One could say a bevii'ragir could tell as much about a user as a Jedi or Sith and their respective lightsabers. They also came in a wide variety of colors, even the one Oron currently held was sapphire.

After quickly inspecting it Oron assumed that the 6 foot weapon would suit Freyia, as it was the minimum for beginners. How she handled it would determine if she'd need to adjust the length. As long as she wasn't bashing the ground with every movement, they'd be in a good place. He tossed the weapon towards Freyia so that the shaft could be easily caught in her grasp and afterwards he turned towards the rack and plucked a crimson bevii'ragir out for himself.

"Oh." Oron said as he recalled her unfinished remarks earlier. "Just call me Oron." He said flatly. He was never one for titles, those were for the enemy to remember.

"Today, I'll teach you the basics, starting with the guards. But first, familiarize yourself with the weapon. Understand its weight, its length." He slowly backpedaled away from her then, creating space between himself and Freyia before rapidly twirling the weapon, creating a beautiful helicopter of scarlet before he stopped the weapon in a tight grip. The staff was held with one hand holding the butt of the spear over his right shoulder and the other hand holding the shaft in the middle, supporting the weapon as the blade pointed towards the ground.

"This is the arched guard. This guard threatens powerful jabs to opponents and dissuades powerful, sweeping attacks from other duelists. From this guard you can engage multiple swordsman at once with little more than a swivel of your butt-hand." Then he took a step forward, swinging his weapon out to the side and towards Freyia in an attempt to smack her in the head. Should she fail to utilize the guard she'd have a heck of a headache for the rest of the session. "Like this!"

[member="Freyia Whitelight-Carrick"]

 

[Freyia Whitelight-Carrick]

Her slender fingers now around this weapon of such a simple thing. With her knowledge of different weapons she knew that key of thing anything was so simple would be telling herself she was a fool. Even then she couldn't help herself but to do what came natural to her. That was to let it rest in her hand but at the same time she couldn't help but know that the key to Master understanding of this Bevii'ragir. Even then as she listen to Oron even then she listen and took her a some what defense stance.

I understand Oron

Did she really understand this not really but she wanted him to believe she did at less that way she would be seen as stronger then. Even then she couldn't think of much more before before she knew he was upon her coming down hard upon her giving away to the having the weapon go up for a less then great block. Leaving a tingle upon the top of her head. Finding herself unable to do much more then that. Stepping backwards a few steps was she had flashes infront of her eyes. Even then she couldn't help but have this though about her. KNowing that he wouldn't let up, she might look like she a sweet little one. No since her first battle she had to toughen up even.

That coldness snap deep inside of her it wasn't when or where she had first felt this deep with in. It was how it came unlocked. During battle or was it before that from a long ago cold day. Yes maybe it was but there she was still there that was when her eyes told the story that her mothers had told many times before in a battle or to protect her mother clubs. Even then it was a whisper with in the wind.

What next a dance..

[member="Oron Verd"]

 

[Darth Rixas]

Narrowed eyes studied Freyia through a squinted gaze as the shaft of his lance bounced off of hers. Although she'd just barely lifted her guard to defend herself, Oron's immediate threat forced her to learn quickly- something that saved her from a nasty headache. He'd often found, when teaching others the art of melee weaponry, that active demonstrations were the best. It was one thing to show someone what a guard or attack position was, but it was another for them to take said knowledge and immediately apply it afterwards. Such quick sequences sank the information into the mind more quickly, and most of all, made the Forms memory muscles. Something that would automatically show up when they found themselves in a similar situation later down the road.

"Good." He said finally.

Then he stepped forward once more, loosening his grip to slide more of the spear through his grasp, increasing the length of his weapon. Now holding the weapon nearly at the base, he swung the weapon horizontally, twice, seeking to test her guard at both sides of her body.

"Again!" He commanded, seeking to drill the steps into her mind and body as he swung two more times. Although the attacks were successive, he didn't use the full potential of his strength. Instead, he merely sought to apply a steady stream of pressure and keep the young woman on her toes.

[member="Freyia Whitelight-Carrick"]

 

[Freyia Whitelight-Carrick]

This only got a nod out of her as if she was in a different "Okay "

Taking in all that was spoken to her her feet placement to her own then her hands upon the weapon. Making herself run the drill again as she did so she wasn't there yet as a few times she had the pain to provide. Even then it was in her eyes to make sure that she could learn to do it right. Even then after they was done again it was again. Pushing her even more even then she went with it, only to start calling upon something deep inside to drawl more strength even those she was having a struggle deep with in. Causing her to make a slip up one costing her a very painful bursing on her right arm.

"Again, I can block out the pain."

It was in her dark eyes of her as if she wanted to push to herself to see what she could do. Even then she had that doubt in her eye it what was string inside of her. It was the shadow warrior that was deep with in, her she wanted to keep the light shadow around her as it started to come around her. [member="Oron Verd"]