I'll Make A Sith Out Of You.

[Darth Carolus]

"Good, I will make you strong and then, you may attempt my life as much as you want."

Carolus would take a couple steps from [member="Egil"] the smile under his mask would remain, his tone indicated happiness.

"Before I killed your parents, did your father teach you how to fi- Right, of course not. Are you ready to begin your swordsmanship teaching?"

 

[Tulkas]

Egil holds the handle tight staring up to [member="Darth Carolus"] anger across his face breathing deep in his nose out his mouth.

He bites his bottom lip Resisting to attack Curolus trying to hold back.

 

[Darth Carolus]

The Sith lord would twirl his practice saber a moment, before slipping the end to hit at [member="Egil"]'s elbow.

"Hold it up!"

Carolus would bark the command, showing the bow his position.

 

[Tulkas]

Egils rubs his elbow from the hit grinding his teeth he moves the hand onto the handle.

Staring at Curolus he raises his hands tightening his grip raising it up as directed.

 

[Darth Carolus]

The Sith lord would seemingly nod at the child's quickness to accept his fate and follow orders, perhaps there is hope for young [member="Egil"].

"Before anything, stand in a standard stance. Like this."

He would stand in the pose for a moment, waiting for the child to copy him and once done, would begin the lesson.

"There are five, or more correctly six, zones of the body. Zone one is the head, zone two is the right arm and side, zone three is the left arm and side, zone four is the back, zone five is the right leg and hip, zone six is the right leg and hip."

Carolus would say this in a calming manner, until he notices the child staring blankly up at him and in an irritated tone, barks out.

"Zone one, the head. Slice!"

 

[Tulkas]

After [member="Darth Carolus"] finishes with "Zone one, the head. Slice!" Egil says rather obscurely "Fine." Egil practices the technique by attempting to slice the head of Darth Carolus with the training saber. Bringing a light smile to his face.

 

[Darth Carolus]

The Sith lord picked up on his own misdirection of command the moment he let it slip, giving himself enough time to redirect [member="Egil"]'s blade as it comes towards his head and with a solid step, sends his boot into the child's chest and attempting to send him to the ground.

"Stand up, acquire the stance and practice in-front of yourself!"

 

[Tulkas]

Egil falls to the floor Holding his chest shuddering he slowly stands looking up to [member="Darth Carolus"] frustration cover his face.

He retakes the stance reluctantly ready for his lesson. Staring down the Sith lord.

 

[Darth Carolus]

The Sith lord would crack his neck a moment, twirling the practice saber in his hand as he barked the next order.

"Zone one, jab!"

 

[Tulkas]

Egil holding his saber tight jabs towards the target zone efficiently and effectively as directed by the sith lord.


[member="Darth Carolus"]

 

[Darth Carolus]

"Zone two, right arm, slash!"

Carolus would once again bark a command at [member="Egil"], his tone would remain angry and intimidating, it was what he enjoyed afterall.

 

[Tulkas]

Egil Grabs the saber tightly with his right hand slashing toward the right, his anger keeps pushing him to do it to be better become more powreful.