THE UNDEFEATED
Jaryn decide to politely excuse himself from the room. He had been ignored, three Jedi and he mentally waved at them and then someone he hasn't even directed it to was thrown at him by people too important to even acknowledge his existence. Did they know?! -How could they know? It wasn't my fault, I ran away.- It was clear many others had escaped or not even been at coruscant, but Jaryn felt as though they were all judging him, even by this point point sweat was rolling from brow to cheek, from cheek to neck and so on.
He had passed through what seemed to be the quarters of all the masters and students, safely arriving somewhere he could be along. He was tense, angry at himself and hurt that he had tried to communicate but was rejected. Would he always be rejected by them? These were questions part of him didn't want answered, the Master stomped about as he ripped his helmet from his face and set it aside. His movements were rigid and restrained, but his mind was in tatters. He fell back into a bench, his arms outstretched across the edge of the table as he rested his physical body and allowed his mind to ponder.
This guilt he felt, it was like something bad he ate living in his stomach, he made the wrong choice. It clung to him like a shadow and hung over him like a cloud, it was at this moment he sat forward and allowed one of his two blades to flow to his left hand through the use of telekinesis. If anything made Jaryn feel better, feel more confident; it was training and actual combat. He enjoyed so much to the point it made his question his identity. This was why he specifically carried two blades, a red and blue. To remind himself he was grey, to remind himself nothing was ever as simple as good and bad.
He ignited the blade, it's blue hue filling up the shadows and dim lighted area around him, he slimmed the blade in his hand and strikes down a illusional foe and practiced a few simple movements, but as the moments passed by his blade work became more complex. Soon, Jaryn had burst into a flurry of movement as he ignited the second blade and began to implicate its use into his practice. Jaryn adapted his mastery of Jar'Kai and knowledge of Ataru into tiring the entirely of his body into a weapon. Flips, kicks and leaps whilst spinning and striking down with his blades in a variety of directions.
However, Jaryn had never had an audience before. At least never someone he wasn't attacking, Jaryn got so sucked into his practice that he most likely wouldn't notice any spectators until he was finished.
Upon such an arrival, Jaryn was beginning to move at a sideways angle whilst holding his blue blade in a high grip and his red blade behind him in a reversed grip, then as he took another step forward he swung the blue blade at a downward angle and at that moment brought his feet up into a jumping stance before using the momentum of the swing to spin his body around in rotation of his body and feet which brought the red blade and his right side forward, and began to spin the blade in opposing diagonals and the. Flipped the blade the blade from backhand to forward and stabbed the blade forward before dropping down to one knee and whilst holding g the red blade in that exact position and tucking his left arm up into his chest so that the blade blade crossed his chest in correlation wit the red blade that was now positioned at his right shoulder and at the moment his body was half turned in the direction of red blade he leaped into the air and slashed down with both blades in quick succession one after the other before flipping forward and spinning both blades into a vertical lock in front of his chest. Surprisingly, he hasn't broke a sweat. He was used to such physically demanding fights.
He deactivated both blades and placed the blue Saber back in its respective holster, he held the red tightly in his grasp and contemplated other Jedi's thoughts on the use of such a thing, however it was at that point he thought he noticed maybe one or two people watching him. -Kark-
He had passed through what seemed to be the quarters of all the masters and students, safely arriving somewhere he could be along. He was tense, angry at himself and hurt that he had tried to communicate but was rejected. Would he always be rejected by them? These were questions part of him didn't want answered, the Master stomped about as he ripped his helmet from his face and set it aside. His movements were rigid and restrained, but his mind was in tatters. He fell back into a bench, his arms outstretched across the edge of the table as he rested his physical body and allowed his mind to ponder.
This guilt he felt, it was like something bad he ate living in his stomach, he made the wrong choice. It clung to him like a shadow and hung over him like a cloud, it was at this moment he sat forward and allowed one of his two blades to flow to his left hand through the use of telekinesis. If anything made Jaryn feel better, feel more confident; it was training and actual combat. He enjoyed so much to the point it made his question his identity. This was why he specifically carried two blades, a red and blue. To remind himself he was grey, to remind himself nothing was ever as simple as good and bad.
He ignited the blade, it's blue hue filling up the shadows and dim lighted area around him, he slimmed the blade in his hand and strikes down a illusional foe and practiced a few simple movements, but as the moments passed by his blade work became more complex. Soon, Jaryn had burst into a flurry of movement as he ignited the second blade and began to implicate its use into his practice. Jaryn adapted his mastery of Jar'Kai and knowledge of Ataru into tiring the entirely of his body into a weapon. Flips, kicks and leaps whilst spinning and striking down with his blades in a variety of directions.
However, Jaryn had never had an audience before. At least never someone he wasn't attacking, Jaryn got so sucked into his practice that he most likely wouldn't notice any spectators until he was finished.
Upon such an arrival, Jaryn was beginning to move at a sideways angle whilst holding his blue blade in a high grip and his red blade behind him in a reversed grip, then as he took another step forward he swung the blue blade at a downward angle and at that moment brought his feet up into a jumping stance before using the momentum of the swing to spin his body around in rotation of his body and feet which brought the red blade and his right side forward, and began to spin the blade in opposing diagonals and the. Flipped the blade the blade from backhand to forward and stabbed the blade forward before dropping down to one knee and whilst holding g the red blade in that exact position and tucking his left arm up into his chest so that the blade blade crossed his chest in correlation wit the red blade that was now positioned at his right shoulder and at the moment his body was half turned in the direction of red blade he leaped into the air and slashed down with both blades in quick succession one after the other before flipping forward and spinning both blades into a vertical lock in front of his chest. Surprisingly, he hasn't broke a sweat. He was used to such physically demanding fights.
He deactivated both blades and placed the blue Saber back in its respective holster, he held the red tightly in his grasp and contemplated other Jedi's thoughts on the use of such a thing, however it was at that point he thought he noticed maybe one or two people watching him. -Kark-