The Arbiter
A blur of dark blue light swirled around the top of an obstacle. At random intervals, bolts of piercing red light shot directly into the blur only to be redirected back - often in the same direction from which it had originated. In another instant, the blur ceased revealing only a solitary beam of dark blue in the darkness of the room. Features could barely be distinguished from the natural glow of Marcello's lightsaber, but it was evident that the wielder was large and...maybe in need of a haircut.
Not going to happen.
Instinctively, the Jedi Master reacted to his warning senses alerting him to yet another impending threat down near ground level. Bounding across two more large obstacles, Marcello vaulted himself into the air as white tendrils of energy erupted from the fingertips of his free hand in the direction of two droids on the ground. The energy quickly encased the training droids before they were completely deactivated. By that point, Marcello was already falling rapidly towards the ground, managing to land balanced with both knees bent.
As another series of blaster shots ripped across the darkness in his direction, the lighting suddenly switched to full intensity. The effect on his eyesight was immediate, but Marcello was already relying on the Force to be his guide. Gritting his teeth slightly from the pain of the flourescent lights, the Jedi Master charged forward as he redirected the bolts back to their source. With one final leap over a smaller obstacle, Marcello landed near the control panel and all but destroyed the deactivation button with his hand. "Oops..." Oh well. That could be fixed.
As the lighting returned to normal and all training opponents deactivated, the Jedi Master deactived his lightsaber and clipped the hilt back to his belt. Standing tall, he briefly placed both his hands behind his head as he caught his breath. Sweat was plainly visible on his shirt, arms, and face. Long strands of blonde hair had become matted to his body. While his heartbeat stabilized, Marcello allowed his focus to shift from the battle he'd just engrossed himself in for probably no more than thirty minutes. The presence of one particular individual in the Temple became all too apparent to him at that time.
However, it wasn't exactly uncommon for [member="Kiskla Grayson"] to be around when Padawans were preparing to be dished out to new masters. Emotional needs later...first he wanted food. Like. A lot of it.
Not going to happen.
Instinctively, the Jedi Master reacted to his warning senses alerting him to yet another impending threat down near ground level. Bounding across two more large obstacles, Marcello vaulted himself into the air as white tendrils of energy erupted from the fingertips of his free hand in the direction of two droids on the ground. The energy quickly encased the training droids before they were completely deactivated. By that point, Marcello was already falling rapidly towards the ground, managing to land balanced with both knees bent.
As another series of blaster shots ripped across the darkness in his direction, the lighting suddenly switched to full intensity. The effect on his eyesight was immediate, but Marcello was already relying on the Force to be his guide. Gritting his teeth slightly from the pain of the flourescent lights, the Jedi Master charged forward as he redirected the bolts back to their source. With one final leap over a smaller obstacle, Marcello landed near the control panel and all but destroyed the deactivation button with his hand. "Oops..." Oh well. That could be fixed.
As the lighting returned to normal and all training opponents deactivated, the Jedi Master deactived his lightsaber and clipped the hilt back to his belt. Standing tall, he briefly placed both his hands behind his head as he caught his breath. Sweat was plainly visible on his shirt, arms, and face. Long strands of blonde hair had become matted to his body. While his heartbeat stabilized, Marcello allowed his focus to shift from the battle he'd just engrossed himself in for probably no more than thirty minutes. The presence of one particular individual in the Temple became all too apparent to him at that time.
However, it wasn't exactly uncommon for [member="Kiskla Grayson"] to be around when Padawans were preparing to be dished out to new masters. Emotional needs later...first he wanted food. Like. A lot of it.