Gherron Dragovalor
Space dad
Jedi Temple, Coruscant, 3:32 p.m.
To the more common eye, Gherron would seem to be overexerting himself beyond his own capabilities. The truth was, however, that even he himself didn't know the extent of his own body, and was trying to figure it out. He had begun training restlessly at 6:00 a.m., and had not stopped since. His goal was not only to test his limits, but to teach himself discipline and focus. His examination was coming up very shortly, and he needed to be ready. Currently, he stood in the middle of the training room, surrounded by five probes. He had blindfolded himself so he could focus better, and had drawn his lightsaber. With a nod, he took a ready stance, and the droids began firing on cue. Each blast bolt fell on his blade, the pale blue light swinging around in long, fluid motions. He felt nothing but himself and the air around him. Nothing got past his weapon's blade. Once the five-minute session was up, he took off his blindfold, returning his mind to the world. It was only then that he felt two stings on his left arm. So, he had been shot after all. Shaking his head, he put the blindfold back on and prepared to start again.
@[member="Marek S'hadar"]
To the more common eye, Gherron would seem to be overexerting himself beyond his own capabilities. The truth was, however, that even he himself didn't know the extent of his own body, and was trying to figure it out. He had begun training restlessly at 6:00 a.m., and had not stopped since. His goal was not only to test his limits, but to teach himself discipline and focus. His examination was coming up very shortly, and he needed to be ready. Currently, he stood in the middle of the training room, surrounded by five probes. He had blindfolded himself so he could focus better, and had drawn his lightsaber. With a nod, he took a ready stance, and the droids began firing on cue. Each blast bolt fell on his blade, the pale blue light swinging around in long, fluid motions. He felt nothing but himself and the air around him. Nothing got past his weapon's blade. Once the five-minute session was up, he took off his blindfold, returning his mind to the world. It was only then that he felt two stings on his left arm. So, he had been shot after all. Shaking his head, he put the blindfold back on and prepared to start again.
@[member="Marek S'hadar"]