Private Everyone Knows How to Fight

[Zun Yukong]

TRAINING ROOM - NEW JEDI ORDER TEMPLE - CORUSCANT
Braze | @CLOSED

Pop! Snap!

With the satisfying sound of success, the potato chip bag popped open between his fingers before turning his attention to snapping open a soft drink. Stuffing his face with the snack while downing the fruit-flavored drink, Zun kicked back and relaxed in his seat as he nodded along to the music beats emanating from his earbuds. Crossing one leg over his lap, Zun kept snacking as he waited for his sparring partner. A particular short white-haired padawan had challenged him to a fight, and who was Zun to say no to a new opponent?

Hopefully, this would be fun and not a waste of time, but it was not like Braze had been running late. If anything, Zun had arrived early to begin snacking and lying back without a care in the world. A fight was as much a mental battle as it was physical. If he could throw off this Braze guy with his nonchalance, all the better. Only sparing a small glance at his bo staff leaning against a wall next to his seat, Zun leaned his head back and tossed a chip into the air before catching it in his mouth.

Crunch! Crunch!

 

[Braze]

TAGS: @Zun Yukong

Braze sauntered into the training area, exuding an air of confidence and playfulness. He carried with him a small black kitten named Soot, who was nestled comfortably on a plush pillow. Braze set the adorable feline down gently, ensuring that Soot had a cozy spot to observe the upcoming sparring session.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Braze looked over at Zun, who seemed engrossed in his snacks and music. He couldn't resist the opportunity to be a little cocky. He strolled over to Zun with a swagger, the corners of his lips curling into a playful grin.

"Enjoying the snacks and tunes, I see?" Braze remarked casually, his tone teasing. "But I hope you've left some energy for our little spar."

Braze's demeanor was nonchalant as he stretched his lithe frame, performing a few flourishes with his training saber. He moved with a certain grace and confidence, his motions resembling those of a fencing duelist. It was clear that he was well-versed in the Makashi style of lightsaber combat.

With a flourish, Braze took a step back and executed a bow that was almost theatrical in its presentation. It was as if he were setting the stage for their sparring match.

"So, Zun," he said, his voice tinged with playful arrogance. "Are you ready to see what I've got, or should I take it easy on you today?"

With that, Braze drew a blindfold from his belt and secured it over his eyes, preparing himself for the duel ahead.

 

[Zun Yukong]

TRAINING ROOM - NEW JEDI ORDER TEMPLE - CORUSCANT
Braze | @CLOSED

Feeling his hair and fur bristle for a moment, Zun sniffed the air as his noise twitched while his ears began to perk up a little at the sound of approaching footsteps through the low sounding music in his ears before removing his headphones entirely. Not one but two heartbeats he began to hear as those footsteps began to approach closer, although one was far more smaller in sound and size but far more feral. The smell of the smaller heartbeat told him it was a cat. A cat that's own scent intertwined with Braze's.

Zun had noticed Braze carried a numerous amount of feline smells while they had passed each other in the temple halls. But now there was only one feline scent wafting through the air intertwined with the white-haired padawan. The pair entered the training room together as Braze carried the small little black cat on a plush pillow. Zun raised a brief eyebrow before shrugging and playfully tossing another chip into his mouth.

Crunch!

As Braze approached, Zun reached for his drink and began sipping it down. His eyes remained on Braze as his opponent began to tease him.

Sip!

Another delicious helping of his fruit drink was his answer to the question with a casual grin. Setting his bag of chips and drink aside, Zun stood up before lifting up his arms over his head, hands linked together, and stretching himself out. A small yawn escaped from his mouth, showing off his sharp fangs in the process. Rolling his shoulders and his neck, Zun hopped a few times in place while Braze began to bow and speak again.

The boots are nice, but it still feels a little weird . . .

Snapped out of his brief focus on his boots by Braze's little challenge, Zun's gaze turned upward towards his opponent before kicking the bottom portion of his resting staff. It flipped a few times in the air before he caught it fast and firmly in his grasp.

"Hey! I never do anything easy," Zun jutted his chin out confidently, "Feel free to try and impress me."

Resting the staff on his shoulder, the young Yukong pointed a finger lazily at the small beast resting upon its perch. Did it have a name yet?

"You sure you want your friend to see you get knocked on your ass again?"

Following his remark, Zun tilted his head to the side in confusion and lazily pointed to the blindfold. "And how badly do you want to lose again if you're wearing a blindfold of all things to our little dance?"

A smirk followed this remark, but the back of Zun Yukong's mind knew the answer. He heard of the Force used as a medium by Jedi to sense people and animals and objects. Did Braze train himself to gain a similar ability?

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Zun Yukong

As he approached Zun, the older youth whom he had challenged to a spar, he couldn't help but grin at the playful atmosphere. Zun's nonchalant attitude and casual snack break was a stark contrast to the solemnity of the Jedi training he was accustomed to.

Braze watched as Zun stretched and prepared for their bout. The blonde's sharp fangs were on full display as he yawned, and Braze couldn't help

When Zun commented on Braze's choice of boots, Braze chuckled softly. "Well, you've got to stand out somehow, right?"

The banter continued as Zun accepted Braze's challenge. Braze's perked up excitedly, "I wouldn't have it any other way. Let's make it interesting."

As Zun pointed to Soot and questioned whether Braze wanted his friend to witness his defeat, Braze couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. "Soot's seen me in worse situations," he replied with a wink to his feline companion. "Besides, she's my lucky charm."

The blindfold symbolized the unique Jedi training that focused on using the Force to perceive the world. Braze's expression turned more serious as he explained, "The blindfold is part of a training exercise. It's all about honing my connection to the Force, relying on it to guide my movements. I'm still learning, but it adds an extra layer of challenge."

With that, Braze took a step back, giving Zun some space as he gracefully tied the blindfold around his eyes, obscuring his vision. He then drew his training saber, a silver-hilted weapon that emitted a soft hum as it activated. Despite his lack of vision, Braze moved with purpose and confidence, adopting a Makashi-style stance, reminiscent of a fencing duelist.

With a flourish, Braze bowed to Zun, his blindfolded eyes aimed in the general direction of his opponent. "Shall we dance?"

 

[Sun Wukong]

TRAINING ROOM - UNDISCLOSED LOCATION - LOTHAL
Braze | @CLOSED

A lucky charm?

Sun's head tilted in its gaze towards the small kitten. Whether that would be true or not for this small creature of the padawan's, Sun Wukong's small inkling of pride towards Braze's care of the small beast broke through in a small smirk, and Sun Wukong's own excitement towards finding out how far Braze's personal training to hone his connection to the Force. It was exhilarating to find out how such a young fighter would surprise him today.

"Yes, we shall dance most magnificent," Sun Wukong declared as he shifted his staff into both hands, "Challenge yourself and me! Show me what makes you stand out more than ever before! Don't hold back!"

Laughing as he bounced on the balls of his feet, from one foot to another, before racing forward. The range of the bo staff was superior to any blade, and Sun Wukong sought to make full use of it in his opening salvo. Clutching the bottom portion of the staff, Sun Wukong swung the metal rod akin to a baseball staff. Time to test the defense Braze could maintain with that blindfold and if his more fencing-based style of fighting could create a precise counterattack to the overwhelming brute force Wukong put into the blow.

Well, overwhelming may be an exaggeration. Hurting or, worse, injuring the white-haired youth would be folly. No, such a blow was quick as ever but not so forceful to break bone. Perhaps a bruise or mark, as all sparring tended to leave, but Sun Wukong sought to force Braze to drop his weapon due to sharp pain than any real injury.

In tandem with the momentum of the swing, his arms swung out and behind him. His footwork followed the momentum as he shifted his feet before hopping backwards as his body flew a few feet back, an effort to evade any attack sent his way. His muscles tensed and released as Sun Wukong followed through with his movements. Bouncing backwards as his feet dragged against the floor to bleed off the left over momentum, Sun Wukong worked to try and bend his knees while leaning forward ever so slightly as his staff rested in one hand now, half of the staff angled to be behind his back as he worked to prepare a ready stance.

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Zun Yukong Sun Wukong

Braze's lips curled into a playful smirk, his blindfolded eyes not betraying the sharp focus he maintained beneath. He could sense Sun's movements, the subtle shifts in the air, the vibrations on the floor, all feeding into his heightened awareness. The Force was his ally, guiding him through the unseen.

"Ah, Sun, always so eager to leap into action," Braze quipped, his voice light but laced with excitement. "But remember, a true Jedi knows that strength isn't just in a powerful strike, but in the ability to anticipate and adapt."

As Sun's staff whistled through the air, Braze tilted his head slightly, using the Force to sense the trajectory of the incoming attack. With a swift and graceful movement, he sidestepped, letting the staff pass harmlessly by. His training saber hummed softly as he held it ready, not yet striking, but perfectly poised.

"Your energy is impressive, Sun, but don't forget the value of patience and precision," Braze advised, his tone playful yet earnest. He moved with a fluidity that belied his blindness, each step and turn calculated and precise.

Braze's senses were heightened, each breath, each subtle shift in Sun's stance, informing his next move. He waited for the right moment, not rushing, but rather embracing the flow of the duel. It was a dance, a test of skill and intuition.

With a sudden burst of speed, Braze closed the distance between them, his saber moving in a series of swift, controlled strikes, aimed not to harm but to challenge Sun's defenses. Each movement was a lesson, a demonstration of the Makashi style's elegance and efficiency.

"Let's see how you handle this, Sun," Braze said, a hint of challenge in his voice.