Jack Mirrikh
The Jack Of Blades
Jack felt empowered. Ever since he had defeated the ghosts of his past, he could tap into the passionate energy without the horrific memory washback. Of course, all of that energy wasn't going to come like it used to. He would have to learn to reclaim it like an RPG progression system. Still, the energy he could now access was much more comparable to what he used to pull off.
Jack had been practicing before Erebos would show up. As he gained a better grasp on his use of the Force, he found that he was incorporating it more into his style of combat. It freed his hands up to attack with his lightsaber from a longer range whilst employing hand/feet strikes and grapple moves in the close range and Force powers in whatever range was applicable.
He saber tossed his Tsaber quickly between different dummy targets as he jumped and dashed around the room in his training robe; dodging the training shots. He then drew his Tsaber in front of him and spun it in a circle before himself very quickly, deflecting all of shots coming from in front of him.
He deactivated the Tsaber, which prompted the training course to shut down, and clipped the Tsaber to the belt. He walked over to a punching bag and shed his robes, which left him in sweat pants and a t-shirt. He raised his fists and covered them with hardened Force fields. He started beating the snot out of the punching bag before him. The best part of the Force was that it was the best kind of gym spotter: You could do your best for longer because the Force was able to compensate for what you lost until you knew you were truly exhausted.
He hardened his feet and went to town with high and low kicks on the punching bag, as well. He kept a steady pace, this time around. His master was coming down and he just wanted to warm up.
[member="Darth Erebos"]
Jack had been practicing before Erebos would show up. As he gained a better grasp on his use of the Force, he found that he was incorporating it more into his style of combat. It freed his hands up to attack with his lightsaber from a longer range whilst employing hand/feet strikes and grapple moves in the close range and Force powers in whatever range was applicable.
He saber tossed his Tsaber quickly between different dummy targets as he jumped and dashed around the room in his training robe; dodging the training shots. He then drew his Tsaber in front of him and spun it in a circle before himself very quickly, deflecting all of shots coming from in front of him.
He deactivated the Tsaber, which prompted the training course to shut down, and clipped the Tsaber to the belt. He walked over to a punching bag and shed his robes, which left him in sweat pants and a t-shirt. He raised his fists and covered them with hardened Force fields. He started beating the snot out of the punching bag before him. The best part of the Force was that it was the best kind of gym spotter: You could do your best for longer because the Force was able to compensate for what you lost until you knew you were truly exhausted.
He hardened his feet and went to town with high and low kicks on the punching bag, as well. He kept a steady pace, this time around. His master was coming down and he just wanted to warm up.
[member="Darth Erebos"]