Fear Does Not Exist In This Dojo, Does It!

[Connor Harrison]

Training Dojo
Silver Jedi Temple, Voss​

Connor stood at the end of the training dojo just off from the temple itself. Internal and shielded from the warm rain outside, it was a place to train, to teach and to meditate.

Here, Connor was going to fight.

After recent events, he wanted to continue building up his strength after surgery and also hone his ability once more. Only there was nobody else currently talking inside his head, nobody pushing him. If he had to take down Darth Ignus, he had to be ready. What the Silver Jedi didn't need to know, he wouldn't tell them.

Master Jericho had accepted the invite, which was nice as he hadn't seen his old friend in a while, so it was totally neutral ground for knowing how much on form the other was.

Standing in his combats and vest, tapping the training saber hilt on his hip, he looked up at the glass roof, watching the rain splatter gently down and waited in silence, and all alone.

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[Jericho]

The Kind master, The Fallen, The Exile, The Broken, The Light that Pierces the Darkness. The Defining Sword.

The Ghost, The Juggernaut of Lorrd, The Guardian Angel, The Defender of Light, The Elementalist. The God Of Power.

The titles that were earned or self imposed from years of experience. The two have faced many things throughout their careers that tested their mettle in the own ways. The pain that the galaxy has force them to face from the netherworld, mirror verse, facings monsters to their own demons. From the fires of pain had created warriors of unbreakable will and valor, these monsters of battle were loyal to one and only one cause. Their desire to eliminate those who would harm their loved ones. The two have fought side by side against undead, sith, and numerous battles that their people were force to face. Win or lose, they stood tall, they stood strong. But in all their experiences and their time lived have they actually faced each other in combat.

Until today, though [member="Connor Harrison"] had invited Jericho for a friendly sparring match, the warrior had different intentions. Jericho as many of his padawans knew, when it came to battle and martial skill, to fully express oneself was to give them your all. As a Lorrdian and a martial artist, Jericho could learn everyone about a person from their movements their mannerisms, their true personality, to even the smallest details that they made not know about themselves such as how they even handle stress. Though the warrior considered him an old friend and brother at arms, this would be his way of truly learning about his ally.

Jericho patted down this three sabers, adjusted to be great sabers to fit his massive size and placed them on the ground where he kneel in the dojo several feet away from Connor. Jericho looked at his friend from head to toe analyzing his equipment and of course would match him, not out of arrogance but respect. Very few have face him at his 60%, even less out of respect. The warrior removed his heavy armor as it fell and toppled the ground leaving a loud "CLANK". The warrior placed his hands on his ankle and wrists weights as well but stopped with hesitation. He had only recently made his own recovery and from what he was told to test himself before having to go all out especially since he was he would be able to channel at better than before with out his prior injuries. As much as he wish to go at Connor at his fullest, 60% would do.

"Know Connor, my friend." The said calmly in his stern tone, the calming aura that Jericho generally changed dramatically to something much more intense and many would find terrifying as the area around them began to shake the entire temple would feel Jericho's might. "I respect you." The warrior stood up and clashed his hands together as fire surrounded his fist and then slammed the ground to shake the area more aimed to shake Connor's footing before firing a wave of flame. Jericho knew Connor was skilled in the art of Flame and Ice, time to see just how much he really was.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Connor brought his head down, looking ahead at the back wall, with Jericho swelling in the Force behind him. A few noises alerted his senses, and like a cat, his ears pricked at the movement, waiting for a strike. His icy voice spoke above the patter of rain on the roof. And so it began - the dojo shook, Connors feet spread a little to get sure footing. It was never going to be a gentleman's exercise, that was for sure.

Respect.

Nobody respected him. That was a gracious lie.

The Force drew in around Jericho, and Connor closed his eyes to feel what he was feeding from; fire! The elements accelerated and bellowing warmth spat forward in a flaming wave towards him. Connor stood his ground, expanded his hand and pushed his strength into the manipulation of the energy behind him, creating a wave of sheet ice that burst from the ground to hit the flame head on creating a wall of steam as the two forces, fire and ice, clashed.

He felt the frost on his hand from harnessing of the elements in the air, but held it as long as he felt the fire from Jericho.

"The respect is mutual!" Connor shouted over the hissing.

With that, the pushed out and span around, cutting the manipulatuon in his ice wall and letting the wave of fire scorch where he had stood.

"How have you been, Master Jericho?" Connor flicked up to throw a few icicles at the man from the moisture surrounding them. Nothing violent, just a little bit of fun at his expense.

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[Jericho]

Of the ways of ways of fire and ice as the elements clashed a bright white steam was made from the black fire and ocean blue ice. It was elegant and it was dangerous, a dance the two masters were so used to doing. Similar to the graceful movement of lady [member="Coci Heavenshield"] , master Connor span around with the ice following his command. Part of the wall came tumbling down to funnel the fire through at where the master once stood and fluently formed icicles by changing the moisture around them to the solid formation and flung it. So relaxed and so composed, Jericho had to assume that the master would not completely go full out with him as the other master considered him a friend. Understandable, most didn't share the same mentality of thing as his own after all.

The warrior ran foreword towards the, his eyes measuring the distance and trajectory of each other the ice pillars flying towards him. Despite being the large beast of a man himself, the warrior showed just how precised and flashy he could be as well. He dodged the first coming towards his just slightly before grabbing it with his hand and spinning around to smash the other two creating tiny glimmering shards as they reflected the light before melting by the radiating heat he made around him. Needless to say the surgery done by Suravi was a complete success. His body seemed lighter and have his limbs instead of cybernetics was...Nice for lack of a better word. The force flowed through him even more than before and that was dangerous.

"I am well." The warrior admitted as he raised his foot and slammed the ground to shake initially meaning to only cause the room the vibrate and attempt to cause the master to lose his footing. Then he would follow through with more movements to cause the floor in front of him began to crumble before his might and the moving towards the master in a wide range making pillars of earth in his wake creating more terrain to be used as well as attack.

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