Private Something Bazaar

[Aether the Iron]

At first, it seemed as though the young woman wasn't paying attention.

Yet her hand raised quickly to catch the thrown practice blade. An untrained eye would not have guessed it - but Aether knew this was what he was looking for. His newfound apprentice was using the Force without thinking. Instinct. It only manifested as a means of self-preservation, and thus, he was going to have to push it out of her.

Mae's first swing was an easily-followed slash, which Aether leaned out of the way of. The next strike was unleashed with a bit more confidence. The Mandalorian waited and pulled his own fighting knife free from his waist. Unlike the training blade, this weapon wasn't blunted and would claim life if she let it.

He parried the blow with minimal effort and slashed for her head - taking care to move slow enough that she could move. But being quick enough that she would feel the peril.

Mae Tecono​

 

[Mae Tecono]

Mae ducked her head with a roll and felt the sharpness of his blade as it grazed the few hairs that were pulled back by her braid. She took a step back as she did not realize he was using a lethal blade. This somewhat angered her, as she was given a blunt weapon as an apprentice and he, the master, a fully lethal one. She used her step back to gain a strong footing to strike from, as she slashed once more to be quickly followed by a spin away and back the other direction with a lower slash at his hips. She knew that her weapon could not hurt him, but she used it with the intent to cause some measure of damage or at least contact with her new master.

After her reversal and spin slash, she once more pulled back and lunged forward with a stab at his midsection. She knew he would parry this attack and she felt the force guide her to go straight for a slash outward from the end of her stab. This last bit of motion caught his hand, or so she thought.

She smiled to herself as her movements became more fluid as she continued to make attempts at striking him. It no longer felt like simply hoping to strike him as it was a dance knowing that then end of the music would be the end of his life, or at least end of the combat training in this case.

Aether the Iron