I fight like a girl, or worse.

[Asher]

Aton should have known better than to agree with [member="Mira Gyndar"] that she could teach him a things or two about lightsabers. Really, he had spent a lot more time on not-studying claiming that he was just “taking it easy for a year and widening his horizons” or that “the teachers just don’t get me.”

Well you lie in the bed you make and with his recent most utterly crushing defeat in the Padawan tournament there was no doubt in his mind that he could, indeed, be a lot better at what he do. Luckily for him his sister had seemingly jumped at the opportunity to help, whether out of the good of her heart or because of the prospect of beating him up, again, he did not know. In truth, he probably didn’t want to know either. They were siblings after all, that alone was reason enough to expect an argument whenever the possibility for one arose.

“Uh, thanks for helping me with this, Mira.” He at least tried to keep it sincere. “The guys at the academy was like,” He put on a low mocking voice. “You need to practice more, Aton.”

A quiet chuckle left him smiling. “I mean, obviously something about that is true, but I figured this was as good a time as any to catch up on things. Like that tattoo, made your mind up about it yet?”

He was probably just giving her even more of a reason to bash his face in. One day, perhaps she truly would, but that felt like a very distant day.

 

[Writer]

Mira stared down at the end of the blue-white blade of The Guardian before she simply nodded to her brother, grasping the hilt of the lightsaber with two hands tightly. She didn't acknowledge his thanks, she merely took up a simple Shi-Cho stance. Her left leg would position infront of her, knee bending slightly while her right leg - to which was her predominate leg and most likely the one she'd balance and maneuver off of - would position itself in the rear, aimed slightly off to the right.

She'd bring the blade infront of her, staring through the plasma energy at her brother who was a few meters infront of her. Her left hand would let go of the blade's hilt and allow her right to bring it to her side, allowing for a symbolic and perhaps intimidating twirl to throw [member="Aton Gyndar"] off his game. He was rather easy to intimidate when it came to combat - atleast when it was with her. The blade would come back infront of her, her right hand assuming the upper grip, above the left. She'd tuck her right elbow in slightly and bend the left - getting a comfortable, defensive stance before she spoke to Aton.

"Come at me..." She said darkly, her eyes narrowing. She could feel the Force around her, she could harness it if she concentrated hard enough - something she was learning to do but it was proving to be a task. This wouldn't be just a lesson for him, but for her as well.

 

[Asher]

No talk, just the igniting of lightsabers. Aton rapidly went over the many surprised faces he possessed as his index finger slowly rose to point at his chest. “What, just go?”

She was angry, seemingly. Perhaps starting a training session with a reminder of that one thing they couldn’t really see eye-to-eye on wasn’t the brightest move, but Aton was full of those. Or maybe it was the fact that girls was a pain to talk to. Perhaps not his sister, but sisters had other people’s sisters as their friends. It was a chain of contacts that could instill social anxiety in any young boy.

“Oh, so just go. Alright.” His saber was withdrawn from the belt of his robe. A snap-hiss would cause the yellow beam of his lean battering machine to erupt. The sign of a sentinel, perhaps, but he certainly didn’t feel like one. Not yet anyway, though he had to admit the mixing of physical force and force-force was a theory and practice he was more than willing to wrap himself around.

Placing his left leg in front and bending his right knee for support he held the saber by the left side of his waist pointing up on a diagonal as he hunched down ever so slightly. It wasn’t one of the traditional forms, but it was fast and had worked well before.

In an initial attack on his sister he ‘came at her’ with speed rather than force as he dragged his saber along the ground looking to arch it underneath and behind her saber.

[member="Mira Gyndar"]

 

[Writer]

Mira watched the actions of her brother with a bit of curiosity and intrigue. He would use speed and agility to his advantage, instead of brute force or even the Force itself. His best asset...obviously. She had studied under her mother, who was most likely one of the best sword fighters in the known Galaxy and been tougher on her than she expected. She anticipated his move - no, she saw it. The focus on the Force allowed her to flow like water and side step his incoming charge and spin. She'd perform a simple spin on her heels and as [member="Aton Gyndar"] passed she'd lift her left leg up and swiftly bring it around to kick him square in the buttocks. Her left arm would extend to balance out her body, whilst her right hand maintained a grip on her saber and kept it extended to prevent any accidental brushing against the being that was her own flesh and blood - wouldn't want him missing anything before he got a chance with the girls, ya know?

A cheap shot needless to say - but one that would send a message.

 

[Asher]

Staggering forward he took the hit in strides. A spin around on his own heel had him backing off in case the extended saber was seeking to strike at him. Game face on, sorta, he looked at his sister. She was good at this, no denying, but there had to be something, right? His eyes swayed up and down to check her.

“Kicking? Really?” He huffed. “What, like the padawan tournament?”

Ugh. Not cool.

“Fine, whatever. I can't blame you for being all jealous of my fifteen minutes of shame, sis.”

Running at his sister he swung the blade on the horizontal in an effort to try and cut her in two. Still no real form being followed, just moves from ancient holotapes he had been watching. It was fast, precise and with luck it would work.

Though that didn’t feel very likely.

[member="Mira Gyndar"]

 

[Writer]

Mira quickly brought her left hand to grasp the hilt and both legs would slide backwards to accomidate the movement of her body and arms. She'd bring the lightsaber down and at an angle to bash his saber into the ground in a locking motion and as she did so, her right hand would remove itself from the hilt and come clear across the side of his face - backhand and all.

Her intention was to send another message, without form comes consequence. Wild swings and impatience will bring about pain and ultimately your demise in a battle. In this case - his rear end and face will be hurting by this point, lucky for him.

[member="Aton Gyndar"]

 

[Asher]

His face hurt. Did he care? No, the fact that they were sparring made it all a lot more harder for Aton to put himself into the belief that this was anything but just that. Practice. Mira was always on and on about it. Sabers, the force and all that mother tried to hardwire into their minds. Problem was that he had the weakest connection to it and they all knew that. He wasn’t destined to be one of the great ones so why even try going for it?

He wanted to groan at it but he didn’t. Fine, he’d go all serious up in here.

He got himself a firmer grip on the saber’s hilt. Held by his shoulder he pointed it for the roof. He got himself ready. Focus and faith, let the force trickle through him as best he could. With a new set of attacks he had adapted the first form as his sister would have told him to do.

First the diagonal, Aton’s right to left.

Then the horizontal, Aton’s left to right.

[member="Mira Gyndar"]

 

[Writer]

She could feel the connection to the Force grow stronger through her brother - the sensation of determination and even frustration. She wouldn't lecture him, she couldn't. She didn't have that type of authority within the ranks of the Jedi - but as a member of the family, she'd teach him the hard way. She'd watch his movements with eagerness and even anticipation, he'd move left and come in with a diagonal attack that she quickly brought her saber up from the ground to bat his sway but it was the horizontal left to right that caused her to backpedal to avoid getting struck. She'd make a noise that sounded like an yelp mixed with a gasp of surprise as she tumbled backwards.

She'd roll and come to a knee and quickly bring her right hand up to unleash a torrent of Force energy in the direction of her brother - intent on pushing him back and catching him off guard. There was no doubt he was getting better, not only at anticipating her moves but understanding the basics of Lightsaber attacks.

[member="Aton Gyndar"]

 

[Asher]

She was an acrobat now, or perhaps she always had. The roll back and the push she provided prompted Aton to roll back and do a knee-bending catch of his own. See, he knew how to do all these things but at the same time he really did not care for sparring in the slightest. It simply was a part of what he had to do if he wanted to be a ‘proper Sentinel’ as Master Boora had ever so deftly told him.

But Aton was not without his own set of cards. Mira may have been more ‘powerful’ in the force but that never seemed to stop her from getting caught by surprise whenever he snuck around her. Getting up from the ground he focused on the force to speed him up but rather than strike at his sister he leapt over her with the intent to catch her with a horizontal strike from above.

Landing behind his sister he turned to look at her. Saber humming he waited for her to attack him.

[member="Mira Gyndar"]

 

[Writer]

Mira watched with interest as she crouched, brought her blade up to block the incoming assault from up and above and then spun on her heels as [member="Aton Gyndar"] landed behind her with such graceful effort. In her spinning move, she'd extend her right hand and unleash her lightsaber - concentrating on the Force around the hilt of the blade as it went into a wide, spinning arc - rotating around to come at the right side of Aton. She focused hard and suddenly pulled the lightsaber back towards her - cutting the arc short and downwards inadvertently - causing the Lightsaber to cut inwards towards his legs, instead of his side.

 

[Asher]

The burn of plasma through your robe was never something you wanted to get used to. The luck was his with the whole training setting and all that but just like always the sting of defeat seemed to linger in more ways than just inside. He didn’t let it get to him though. [member="Mira Gyndar"] was good and she always had been. It was hard not to be when your mother was the Sword after all. Which perhaps spoke about the letdown each hit made him feel like, but it was hardly his fault that he simply didn’t have the same affinity, was it?

No, it wasn’t anyone’s fault.

Aton refocused and raised the saber to cross his face in a guard. One breath, two breath and he was away. With a tight grip on his saber he sought not to strike at his sister’s body but directly at her saber in an effort to knock it away.

If he was successful he would thrust for her shoulder, if not, well, he could always keep trying.

 

[Writer]

Mira would step back, almost faltering as her brother charged in - something she didn't expect nor was ready for. His saber would almost feint, causing her to react differently than she normally would and he'd successfully knock her saber away, sending it spinning off in a different direction. As he came lunging in for her shoulder, she brought both hands up and together, her right behind her left. She quickly summoned the Force, concentrating on it as she had practiced a few times with her mother - but never on this scale. She could feel the plasma energy, she could see it dissipating. It was in that moment and in that strike that the energy blade of [member="Aton Gyndar"] would penetrate a wall of invisible energy in the palm of his sister's hand and begin to crackle and fizz.

The lightsaber would groan against the resistance, as she kept her eyes closed from the inevitable. "ATON!" She cried out, trying to not unleash the torrent of energy out against him - but she couldn't hold it anymore. She simply let go and from her form came a rush of Force energy that was like a concussive wave, intent on sending him reeling backwards and away from her being.