[Private] The Perseverance Form

[Lord Gaius]

Hasjo stood in an open courtyard some two kilometres from the Silver Jedi Temple. It was nearby the darkened lake that the Nautolan regularly swam and explored. He stood only in tight fitting brown breeches, his skin slick from the recent swim. His large eyes gazed across the landscape. Golden grass sway gently in the breeze, pink flowers blossomed under the bright sun. A Padawan had sought out a trainer in Djem So, and Hasjo at the time was the only one present to do such training. He was proficient in the form and could hold his own, but he was no expert. Yet.

 

[Lok Jorunn]

Opening his mouth, Lok yawned loudly. Wearing traditional Jedi robes and a tunic for once, he stretched his arms out in an attempt to get used to the feel of light clothing. Heavy parkas, coats, and thick clothing tended to be the norm on Midvinter, so this was going to take some getting used to. Lok mentally shrugged, taking comfort that he wouldn't have to worry about the frigid cold or the wild beasts of the frozen wilderness anymore. Rather, he had more important things to worry about. The main one was training.

As the man walked through the gardens surrounding the temple, he spotted the large lake he was meant to arrive at. After a minute of scanning the environment, he made visual contact with his instructor and began his walk over. It didn't take quite too long and the trip was rather uneventful, save for the little rodent squeal than nearly made him slice a pair of trees in half. The man silently laughed at himself for being so easily spooked as he approached the human looking being. "Master." He greeted the instructor, bowing slightly in respect.

[member="Hasjo Hallu"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

Hasjo ignited his Lightsaber Pike at the presence of [member="Lok Jorunn"]. "The Form V variation known as Djem So is devoted specifically to lightsaber duelling. Body-targets are still the same as Shii-Cho, as with all other forms, but the principles of engagement are different. Let the enemy come to you. Defend, parry, counterattack, press the attack. It is a cycle." Hasjo lectured him in the basics, he then muttered only a few more words "And never let your guard down!" The Nautolan launched himself at Lok Jorunn, curling his body in a rapid spin to deliver a powerful sweep of his Lightsaber at Lok's right hip. The lightsaber itself was set to it's lowest power, which would only leave a bruise, and hurt something fierce. But it wouldn't cut.