Lord Commander
Animus trained in the arena of the Academy every night. Forbidden thing to do, but he did not want attention, he wanted focus. To hone his Skills.
So He practiced the Stances, Meditating as he struck blow by blow slowly and Methodically. This was no training exercise of speed but of skill and precision.
Suddenly Animus felt a presence in the Arena, powerful, more powerful than anything he had seen before. But he tried to continue practicing. The Blue light and hum of the lightsaber he had acquired soothing him slash after slash into air.
Suddenly, he heard the Swish of a automated door, and the pacing of foosteps in his general direction...
[member="Darth Ferus"]
So He practiced the Stances, Meditating as he struck blow by blow slowly and Methodically. This was no training exercise of speed but of skill and precision.
Suddenly Animus felt a presence in the Arena, powerful, more powerful than anything he had seen before. But he tried to continue practicing. The Blue light and hum of the lightsaber he had acquired soothing him slash after slash into air.
Suddenly, he heard the Swish of a automated door, and the pacing of foosteps in his general direction...
[member="Darth Ferus"]