Strength of a Mountain, Flow of the Wind, Will of unending Fire

[Jericho]

Jericho gave a shaky sigh and a quick rub of his eye, the man was quite exhausted, absolutely drained. A part of himself wanted to believe that was the case, that he was incapable of teaching let alone leading, not because he possessed no qualities of a leader and a master. Yet, another part of him believed the opposite, that even with time, he'd a more capable master. Personally, he believed the latter, for thus far he'd himself had yet to notice anything about him that would make him a better teacher. He'd most probably lead his next few students to destruction.

The warrior shook his head, pushing aside the thought. That was something he'd rather not think about, and a day that he prayed would never come. The silvers and their pupils would never fall, at least, during the lifetime of the people who had spent so much to build it from scratch... Casting a glance into the sky above, Jericho silently wondered how the masters of the past - especially his late master, Asha - had lived and how the world would be if they had done things differently.

"Yeah. I'm sure that how he feels like..." Jericho muttered under his breath, wincing as he thought of his teacher. Jericho stared off into beautiful view of the lands near the temple, sitting quietly using the the force to raise a up of warm tea to lips and after taking a sip, lowered his cup and raised his mask then used a hand to adjust it properly. It has been a few months time now and time for young Theo to test his skills. Jericho had prepared two stun blades meant to only bruise that way this time, he could see if his skills were knight ready as well as his will. Knowing of Theo's strength, he would not lower his guard this time.

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"]

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

He did not sleep well in fact, Théo had tossed and turned knowing that in the morning he was to meet up with Master [member="Jericho"] to continue his training. Although he believed himself to be prepared and had practiced much since they last met, Théo had great doubts about himself and his abilities. He is very nervous and full of tension. At the very least, this lesson with Master Jericho would rid him of this pent up ball twisting inside of him.

Realising the time, Théo got out of bed, showered and dressed in his jedi robes over which he placed the kit loaned to him for practice and he is ready to go to the training rooms in the Academy. He would not be late, that would not do and so he hurried along the corridor of the Temple, down to the level that would lead him to the Academy. As he approached the assigned room, Théo checked his attire once more making sure everything was in place and neat and that Belawir, his lightsaber, was firmly clasped to his belt.

He puffed out his cheeks and released the breath to settle the mind and body and entered the room. Master Jericho is not present yet, and for a moment he was relieved it gave him time to settle a bit more and shake out the limbs and calm the mind.

Once he had settled, Théo looked around the room, there is not much to these rooms, save for a bench or two, a cushioned platform in the middle and some training saber and wooden training swords cradled in a hold on the far wall. A long door, that folded in on itself would open up to invite the gardens outside .. in. And that was about it.

Théo's mind started to consider what he would be in for today, more bruises he expected but what more? With a calmed mind Théo push out through the force, sensing everything around him, all the life living outside in the garden, the Jedi in the Academy and the near by Temple, father and mother and Nina are here too, and faint sense of his master. Théo's brow pulled together in wonder at why his master seemed, pensive. But then Théo had had a lot to be pensive about of late as well.

He walked to the folding door and open it, to let the day in and was met with a kiss from the breeze and so he pushed back the door to it's entirety .. but something, the force, alerted him, and his saber hit the palm of his hand in under a heart beat and white blade came to life immediately.

 

[Jericho]

Jericho was a bit curious on the feelings of the force that the young padawan had emitted at him. The warrior could feel the nervousness. The anxiety.The very tension from him changed the atmosphere around them whether or not he had realized it. That very fear that radiated from the young man and Jericho could not allow that from a bladesmen learning under him. Fear was indeed a normal thing, something the warrior felt every time he went into the field of relentless war, bloodshed and turmoil. But it is something to be overcome, whether it was him or that of an actual sith even other enemies. That was something the young Theo had to learn. A task that will not be so easy to achieve, but it is Theo's choice whether or not he becomes what he wants to be. The path of a Guardian.

He would have to come face to face with the very essence of death and of fear. He would be one of the few that would stand against the darkness where as many hide. He would be a staple of the front line the kept the serenity that was the Silver Sanctum and all of its inhabitants. Jericho would be damned if he achieved the guardian rank and be a weak link in the chain that defended the order and its principles. The moment the saber made contact with his little hand; the warrior made his unrelenting charge, hardly holding back against strong valyki blooded child. The giant grabbed him by his his hair and slammed his face into the ground then kicked his compact body into one of the walls. When his body would make contact the walls themselves would crack on impact. Then he would use the force to pull him close only to punch the young back down. It was only then the warrior summoned his stun blades to his hands.

"Get up. This will be the only time I will let you retaliate."

Spoiler

I had a bigger and more dramatic post for you but my computer decided it wanted to restart on me! Darn windows 10! hope this will do!

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"]

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Valkyri:

+ Hardened: Natives to the remote planet of Midvinter, they all have a natural resistance to cold, thus able to prosper in temperatures where other human species would more than likely freeze to death.
+ Physically fit: Having relied on pulling their own weight for millennia without the use of advanced technology at their disposal, they have developed into a large, muscular people who nature selected to rule the frosty landscape of Midvinter.
+ Valiant: The true characteristic of a Valkyri, they never shy away from a fight and always choose the direct approach, as they believe only death in battle will send them to Beornskald, where all the legends of the past await them.
+ Peaceful: Though they may appear as conquerors and warmongers, Valkyri are surprisingly slow to anger; ...

.... Not Théo Heavenshield, he had his mother's temper.

- Stubborn: As mentioned above, they can appear stubborn and reluctant to new ideas, as they prefer to keep to the old, traditional ways of their people.
- Frenzied warriors: The utmost honour is to die valiantly in battle, and so their primitive tactics during wartime have earned them a reputation of verging on suicidal in battle.

.. and it just gets better and better.

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The pain to his face hurt more then the throw to the wall, largely thanks to the kit he wore given to him to burrow from Master [member="Jericho"] but also due to the nature of the wall as it is made from a thin paper like material and thin wooden framing. Théo's body broke through the wall creating a large hole of shattered wood and paper. He lay sprawled on the verandah that surrounded the training room, trying to pull air back into his lungs. But Théo, although has the blood of his Corellian mother within him, is a throw back to the Valkyri of old, the Gods on his conception had saw to that.

Théo turned over to get back up, his lightsaber had dislodged from his hand on impact and lay extinguished a few meters away from him.

"Get up. This will be the only time I will let you retaliate."

On all fours, Théo looked into the face of his master, not one sign of emotion show there, not even the pain of his body. His hand reached to the side and summon the saber which hit his palm with a firm thud and the blade came to life once more. The essence of Belawir, filled his blood the young stag of the forest which had gifted Théo with his spirit rose in his chest and heart and his Valkyri blood boiled.

"No... it wont", Théo said with a calm clear tone and Master Jericho would hear him. His lips curled in a snarl, pulling one leg up under him, Théo launched forward through the hole in the wall.

Even though he is strong enough to strike with a one handed grip and hold his own, Théo raised his saber to strike high an aim to strike the shoulder but, as he approached, Théo dropped to the floor low his white blade descended with a sudden cock of the wrist toward the master right leg at the shins. Théo's foot work had improved greatly, what with the dance lessons of mother and his solo training, he had developed much better agility.

To avoid Jericho coming over the top of him, as he is now in a low position, Théo pivoted around Jericho for a second hit to the back of the same leg. This lesson was going to be tough, hard and he fully expected the pain to follow.

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[Jericho]

The little man's movements were lighter from the time they had trained last, months ago. In the comparison he was good, but not that good, his tactics were still required too much movement on his end and relying on the use of his overbearing strength. Yes, he was as strong as a grown man but having to rely solely on one thing could be....Would be the possible end of his story. However, he was still just thirteen. With how much he has improved thus far he had a potential unlike many. Jericho watched the shoulder movements made by young man the big swing shifted from high to low. The warrior gracefully spun and parried the low blow.

Theo followed up with another attack aiming for the same area, he again failed to take into account what Jericho could do, so he would give the young man a friendly reminder. Jericho jumped up high and as he came down he aimed a swift spear finger strike at the young man. The purpose of the strike was to hit axillary nerve just hard enough for the boy's arm to go numb for the remainder the session not to cause an actual dislocation but feel as if he lost an arm. By doing this, it would made him think what he would have to do when he cannot use a specific limb in a fight whether for defense or offense. So many fall because they do not know what to do when they are use to fighting in such a manner.

Now....What would the youngling do?

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"]

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

It was weird, when his arm when numb. It did not really hurt but felt very uncomfortable and unnerving as his saber fell from his hand. Théo rolled away on the platform, and summon his saber to the left hand and reignited the white blade once more. Although his preferred arm had been take out of the equation, his left was strong as well. Practicing with the Elders on Midvinter with the long sword had taught him to strength both arms, to be able to use it if the worst was to happen.

Still, he wrung out his arm in hope to regain feeling, but nothing would come to him, at least not yet. He was on a hiding to nothing here, but he is not here to win, but here to learn. But one day, when he grows up, his master will be challenged and maybe the tables will be turned.

So he got his arm out of the way, placing it as best he could behind his back, for the moment it is useless. Théo prepared to approach his master once more, his hand gripping his saber a little tighter as he began a strike to the right hip. He is not without defenses, he has two legs and in them a skill most do not have. As the strike could come toward Jericho's hip, Théo moved his weight to the left as well allowing his right leg to kick forward aimed at Jericho's left hip, and through it the Force Wave would radiate on impact. Most Jedi use their fists to create this wave, Belawir game Théo the unique ability to use the feet. Regardless, if Théo was to make contact, the wave would be felt.

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[member="Jericho"]​

 

[Jericho]

With the warriors stance being a southpaw and his right leg foreword, Theo made the right move of attempting the pin his movement and attacking to his right with the saber. The young heavenshield was thinking mid-battle, at least that was Jericho was hoping for. Jericho had always been more of a tactical mind having sessions as this like game of chess rather relying on instinct. Jericho quickly thought up off ways to counter and analyzed Theo's movements before, picturing what he could do and how he would follow up with such and heavy but winded attack. With his short body structure he would have to rely on positioning his body more so on his left leg to give him enough weight to back the attack for Jericho to focus on block but not too much where he could be so easily parried and brushed off lightly.

Jericho stared down at his feet, though many eyes would ignore the subtle movement as a light pivot turn skilled enough to say it was a fleeting dance. But to Jericho and his overly trained eyes to watch for the event slightiest of movement and mimicry. Young Theo may as well have yelled his next attack to make it even more obvious. Young Theo's movement was close and within reach of Jericho's arm, the matter of speed wasn't a factor Jericho merely needed to only reach out his arm and the level of his punch would still send the young padawan backward and his lip would have yet another taste of the padded flooring of the training room. He could check and brush off Theo's kick, even without Jericho leg armor, his shin was that like a sharpen sword. With minimal feeling fron the nerves in his leg he break through steel with his kicks and Theo's leg would be like a plank of wood. But this time over that wasn't going to be the case for Theo, as what Jericho had planning out for the young warrior didn't pan out as he once again did something unexpected. Pulling a Jericho on Jericho one could say.

As Jericho's fist closed into the young padawan face but just a centimeter off, Jericho was pushed back by a wave of force apparently the energy came form his leg. After he braced himself and stopped his person from moving any more, the warrior stood up straight and cracked his neck making several popping noises. Thinking to himself on a side note, he needed to visit Breanna and the other Zeltron girls soon his body was overly tense and exhausted. On the main note the warrior stood tall impressed that Theo knew how to achieve a feat like himself though Jericho partially wanted to give him a taste of that, the lesson was on Makashi. As it was more focused his close ranged movement and saber combat that was all Jericho was going to do. The warrior took in a deep breath and charged again at a burst of speed generated only by his own momentum and weight of his back leg. He moved to the side where Theo was numb and made it seem as if he was going to do a heavy over head strike to cleave the young lad if he didn't block only you do a two finger spear strike aimed to his possibly exposed ribs, if hit, where most would have a fractured rib would leave feeling like the wind was knocked out of his basically as if kicked full force by a horse

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"]

Spoiler

I totally had thought I posted in this already and was wondering if you still had wanted Jericho as a blademaster! Derp, hope this post somewhat makes up for it.