Aeneis Valdemar
Character
Standing in the center of a trio of magnaguards right hand tucked at the small of his back, Aeneis waited. Sweat covered the Arkanian’s brow and had flowed far enough down his body to stain and soak the collar of the white shirt he wore. Much like the shirt, his pants were also white, stained with dirt, grime and who knew what else. Chest rising and falling the Corellian glanced left, right and then behind himself keeping track of the droids as they circled him like Vornskr’s who’d spotted their prey. Aeneis had only begun his training a few months prior but for years he’d served as apart of the Shocktrooper corps. He’d been honed by war, molded by it, made a weapon by his superiors within the Corellian Confederation. What he truly sought was to become far greater than a weapon, Aeneis sought to become a force unparalleled by any who wished to impede his path. This was just the first step.
In an instant the droids moved, and so did the soldier. Sidestepping to the left, Aeneis brought his crimson bladed saber up and around where it batted away a overhanded blow meant to cave the crown of his skull in. An opening was present in that moment, one that would allow him to grant a swift end to the machinations life. Before he was able to follow through with his thought Aeneis had to sidestep to the left once more narrowly dodging another blow this one from the second droid. The third droid didn’t even get the chance to lash out as Aeneis spun the saber in his grip and jabbed it backward into the torso of it. Sparks shot free of the mechanical being, the scent of fried circuitry that it emitted unappealing to one's olfactory senses and causing Aeneis’ face to turn into a grimace.
Gold eyes dancing between the last two droids, Aeneis simply reassumed his starting stance and moved to engage. His red blade carved blood-shine serpents in the air as he danced between the two droids entering a set of defensive velocities that always kept him on the retreat. After five minutes there was a loud klaxon that blared signaling the end of the duel. By the time it had rung, the Corellian’s white shirt from the collar down to the base was soaked and clinging to his body. Silvery-white hair matted to his scalp, the neophyte sat waiting for his next round of training. What was supposedly a live sparring session against another.
[member="Eli-Mae Forrest"]
In an instant the droids moved, and so did the soldier. Sidestepping to the left, Aeneis brought his crimson bladed saber up and around where it batted away a overhanded blow meant to cave the crown of his skull in. An opening was present in that moment, one that would allow him to grant a swift end to the machinations life. Before he was able to follow through with his thought Aeneis had to sidestep to the left once more narrowly dodging another blow this one from the second droid. The third droid didn’t even get the chance to lash out as Aeneis spun the saber in his grip and jabbed it backward into the torso of it. Sparks shot free of the mechanical being, the scent of fried circuitry that it emitted unappealing to one's olfactory senses and causing Aeneis’ face to turn into a grimace.
Gold eyes dancing between the last two droids, Aeneis simply reassumed his starting stance and moved to engage. His red blade carved blood-shine serpents in the air as he danced between the two droids entering a set of defensive velocities that always kept him on the retreat. After five minutes there was a loud klaxon that blared signaling the end of the duel. By the time it had rung, the Corellian’s white shirt from the collar down to the base was soaked and clinging to his body. Silvery-white hair matted to his scalp, the neophyte sat waiting for his next round of training. What was supposedly a live sparring session against another.
[member="Eli-Mae Forrest"]