Faction New Jedi Praxeum || Way of the Sparrow

[Solene Beroya]

JEDI PRAXEUM || SWORDSMANSHIP
Way of the Sparrow

Open to New Praxeum Jedi

The Chalcattan sun warmed Solene's crystal-blue skin as she readied herself to lead the class. She stood with her back to a river, where jagged peaks rose up just beyond the opposite bank. There was a faint floral odour from the flowers that clung to the water's edge; the Jedi wore one of these flowers as a decoration in her deep red hair. Solene had never been called Master before, but she felt ready for the position alongside Katarine Ryiah , and she was pleased when the founding Jedi had accepted her request to lead this class. "Sword of the Praxeum," she had jokingly referred to herself in a private moment with her own Master, Zhea Nox , aping one of the titles that several other orders seemed to feel the need to include.

The air was warm and still. The only noise was the rushing and bubbling of the river, punctuated by the chatter of the attendees and, of course, her own voice.

"Welcome to the first swordsmanship class of our reborn Order.

Of course, I am aware that many of you are accomplished duelists already, but that is not what today is about. Your sword is a conduit through which the Force can speak to you. The novice who listens to their sword has more power than the expert who commands it." It was an analogy for the Force itself, and it clearly defined who Solene was as a swordsman.

She looked over at the gathered Jedi and smiled, activating her blue blade and falling into an opening guard "Vojo de la pasero." She began the sword kata demonstration. This path was agile, dealing quickly with imaginary assailants from the front and both sides. Solene moved with fluid grace and the confidence of someone who believed her blade would continue its desired movements even if she were to let go of the hilt. "Eee-ya!" she called out, a verbal expression to culminate the path, before returning to her neutral pose.

"I hope you were watching. If any of you would prefer to match rather than mirror, you are welcome to join me at the front."
Once everyone was ready and had their blades ignited, she gave the command to begin.

 

[Kael Venn]

Kael smiled, stood there and watched the instructor flow like natural wind, it looked like the most elegant dance the world has ever known. He wasn't familiar with that specific style of combat, but he liked it. He nodded, and stepped forward closer to her toward the front and took his lightsaber out, ignited the bright blue blade, making sure there was enough space between the other Jedi and began the elegant dance himself. He matched her perfectly while also putting his own spin on the technique. He spun, jumped, and kept his blade at a speed most swordsman would only dream of, he was standing in one spot and not moving an inch, no steps forward, just attacks to the side and the front from those off angles, even though it was so swift that he looked like he was moving, he stays in the same spot in class.

Solene Beroya //OPEN//

 

[Matsu Ike]

Solene Beroya Kael Venn

"Listen to your blade." Her eyebrow rose but she wasn't opposed to it. Hovering behind most of the ones there softly with her hands on front of herself. The jedi master was looking at more of it and had a calm expression. Kael had asked to be taught and she was for it but there was something about learning in the classes that she enjoyed and there was something fun to be learned with every lesson, every instructor. Each brought something even if they used the same materials it was in their personalities. "Interesting." he said it but remained there while her hair receded into a more manageable ponytail with bindings around it. To her ankles and her robes adjusted to more of a sleeveless gi style. The silvery and white design with the materia not reflective but offering a more styled lok for practicing saber kata's and combat.

 

[Kael Venn]

Listen to your blade.

Kael took that advice to heart, he closed his eyes and stood there with this light saber ignited and just listened. It hummed, but there was more. It was like his elegantly crafted weapon was more than just a utensil for fighting, it was speaking to him. He could hear it. It was unlike anything he's ever heard. It was telling him to move in a certain direction while he was in the saber stance, and so he followed every instruction from his blade. Was it past masters speaking to him, or was his blade becoming sentient, or was he just going crazy? He didn't know the answer, but he felt it and his "dance" became even moreso. It was beautiful, it was like he was possessed, he just did it without thinking, spinning, jumping, slashing, lunging, rolling forward and then rolling backward into a backflip before ending his dance into a meditative kneel.
Solene Beroya Matsu Ike

 

[Kuhbee]

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Location: Chalacta
Equipment: Translation Droid | Lightsaber | Jedi Robes |
Tags: Open!

Kuhbee was a ball of energy, so sometimes slowing down and learning to really feel movement intentionally was difficult for him. This, of course, made a class like this very important for the young cub. He knew he had to learn to be still in order to be a great Jedi, but it was very difficult with such youthful energy.

Indeed, when he lit his lightsaber he was a bit too fast, too excited, stumbling slightly in a body that he was still growing into. Still, his heart was in it as he tried to do his best!

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[Aris Noble]

Aris watched. Listened. He was ever curious of the idea that steel without soul could speak through the Force. In truth, he rarely heard the Force, let alone in any objects. And, of course, he took it incredibly literally. He glanced to the sword in his hand, expecting it to not exactly speak but at least make itself known.

The Force was mysterious, after all.