Private Mean Green Fighting Machine

[Drystan Creed]

CORUSCANT

Drystan continued to monitor Shan's progress as they exchanged blows. It was becoming clear that Shan was starting to understand the lesson he was trying to instill — that every strike had to be made with purpose. Strikes aimed for the body, the head, the vitals — these could not be masked by pretense. Jedi, like it or not, had always needed to commit when it mattered.

A thought crossed Drystan's mind — maybe he could push Shan further. Maybe a little role-play would help him fully tap into the offensive mindset he needed.

As blue and green clashed in a flurry of strikes, Drystan's voice cut through the clash, low and dangerous.

"Shan, if you don't put everything you have into this, I will break your nose after this," he said, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

"Give me everything you've got! Don't hold anything back!"

Now, Drystan pushed forward — weaving his own strikes into his defensive measures, aiming to force Shan to react.

His intent was clear: this was no longer sparring. This was a real fight — raw, brutal, unpolished. He meant to break down the exercise, strip it to its most primal form, and then, from the wreckage, perhaps something to be salvaged.

Shan

 

[Shan]

Tag: Drystan Creed
Objective: Get to learning!

If anything, the threat actually caused Shan to laugh. Physical damage wasn't something that overly bothered Shan. He was used to pain and broken bones. The benefit of being a Healer however meant he could heal his own wounds as well. But he knew that it wasn't fully a threat. It was a promise. One that Shan had no doubt that Drystan would follow through it as the Mirialan had to fight the urge to resort to his defensive measures as Drystan started to strike back.

Every fibre of Shan's being was telling him to resort to the basics of what he knew. Defensive flourishes and blocks but that wasn't what he was trying to lean. So instead he focused on going against the opposite of his instincts. As Drystan was pressing the attack, Shan did the same. Responding to slash with slash, parry with parry. His lightsaber was neatly matching Drystan's step for step. Shan wanted to do something unorthodox. The Mirialan wanted to throw a fist out towards Drystan to catch him off guard, but that wasn't the deal. It was meant to be lightsaber sparring only.

There was plenty of things Shan had up his sleeves for an arsenal. The Force techniques he knew that he could pull out but once again, that wasn't what this was a test of. It was meant to be a test of his martial skills. It was limiting but at the same time he hoped that it would also be so rewarding when it came to an actual fight.