Noah Corek Jr.
Character
Junior huffed and puffed as he avoided the sword swung at him, narrowly avoiding having his arm removed from his torso. Of course that would have been if the case if the swords weren't blunt training swords and this wasn't anything than a friendly training session between father and son.
"Good ad'ika, good. Use your speed and agility to your advantage." Noah encouraged his son as he himself stalked forward dressed in full beskar'gam, training sword gripped tightly in his hands. Junior rolled his eyes at his fathers words. "Dad, don't call me ad'ika. I'm almost sixteen, not six."
A small chuckle slipped from Noah's lips and he struck out with his blade again, Junior easily block it with his own dual short training swords. "You could be sixty and you'd still be my ad'ika...hell your ba'buir still calls me the same thing." Junior let out a snort and quickly swiped at his father who didn't bother blocking the sword, just letting it deflect naturally off of his armored shoulder.
As the father and son sparred they were almost completely unaware of their surroundings and completely absorbed in the task at hand.
Alexandra Feanor - Yasha Cadera
"Good ad'ika, good. Use your speed and agility to your advantage." Noah encouraged his son as he himself stalked forward dressed in full beskar'gam, training sword gripped tightly in his hands. Junior rolled his eyes at his fathers words. "Dad, don't call me ad'ika. I'm almost sixteen, not six."
A small chuckle slipped from Noah's lips and he struck out with his blade again, Junior easily block it with his own dual short training swords. "You could be sixty and you'd still be my ad'ika...hell your ba'buir still calls me the same thing." Junior let out a snort and quickly swiped at his father who didn't bother blocking the sword, just letting it deflect naturally off of his armored shoulder.
As the father and son sparred they were almost completely unaware of their surroundings and completely absorbed in the task at hand.
Alexandra Feanor - Yasha Cadera