Draven Eterena
The Storm Rider
Draven had just contacted
Saki
in regards to some projects he was needing to complete. It had been awhile since he last visited with his master. Really he needed to get in the field more and be more proactive. Though he had to take some breaks to work on his spiritual growth and focus on learning about the force, and the universe around them. It was a good way for him to try and tamper his temper some.
Now that he was thinking it was mostly under control. Draven was now going to focus back on furthering his skills. As well as get himself a more reliable form of transportation. Draven was currently located in one of the training rooms amidst The High Plane. Where he had a large block of dura steel steel set up. As he was experimenting now.
The young adult had projected the force around himself and refined it into a cloak. Acting as his protective barrier as well as a way to augment his abilities. Though he wasn't planning on punching it. Even though he was planning on hitting it. Draven shifted a leg behind himself and loosely planted himself to a solid state of balance. While his other foot aimed towards the block of durasteel. Both his palms were open handed. While his eyes intensely focused upon the block. Draven then began to focus and attempt to heat up the outer edge of his force cloak. Trying to balance protection as he didn't want to roast himself. While converting a portion of it to essentially form a heated blade.
When Draven started to feel the heat start overcoming the barrier. Draven went to do a swift chop the block at a sideways angle. The result was a block of durasteel shooting across the training room walls and smashing against it. Draven winced and released the heat by flowing it into a concentrated point. Before bursting a flame into creation and then directing it at the ground. Before suppressing the flame.
Draven heaved a sigh and walked to the block of durasteel. When he arrived the metal showed a slight sign that the metal had been heated.. but only slightly as it was appearing it was already quite close to cooling back down. Much to his disappointment. Shaking his head he grabbed the block and lifted the block up and carried it back to his original spot.
Draven repeated this process. Increasing the heat and momentum of his strikes. So, much so even with his force cloak. He was starting to gain a slight tinge from the heat and his blows were starting to give slight bruising. Considering he was expending more energy and attention to generating heat intended to slice. Though when it was all said and done he just had a few damaged walls, a very dented block, and well he would count it a lesser failure as the last time. The metal had a slight orange glow to it. In the spot he last struck.
Though sweating and needing to focus on other things. Draven cooled the air. Before closing his eyes and using the force to repair the walls to the best of his ability. From there he relaxed and took some time focusing on breathing techniques. Not sure when his master would be arriving.

Now that he was thinking it was mostly under control. Draven was now going to focus back on furthering his skills. As well as get himself a more reliable form of transportation. Draven was currently located in one of the training rooms amidst The High Plane. Where he had a large block of dura steel steel set up. As he was experimenting now.
The young adult had projected the force around himself and refined it into a cloak. Acting as his protective barrier as well as a way to augment his abilities. Though he wasn't planning on punching it. Even though he was planning on hitting it. Draven shifted a leg behind himself and loosely planted himself to a solid state of balance. While his other foot aimed towards the block of durasteel. Both his palms were open handed. While his eyes intensely focused upon the block. Draven then began to focus and attempt to heat up the outer edge of his force cloak. Trying to balance protection as he didn't want to roast himself. While converting a portion of it to essentially form a heated blade.
When Draven started to feel the heat start overcoming the barrier. Draven went to do a swift chop the block at a sideways angle. The result was a block of durasteel shooting across the training room walls and smashing against it. Draven winced and released the heat by flowing it into a concentrated point. Before bursting a flame into creation and then directing it at the ground. Before suppressing the flame.
Draven heaved a sigh and walked to the block of durasteel. When he arrived the metal showed a slight sign that the metal had been heated.. but only slightly as it was appearing it was already quite close to cooling back down. Much to his disappointment. Shaking his head he grabbed the block and lifted the block up and carried it back to his original spot.
Draven repeated this process. Increasing the heat and momentum of his strikes. So, much so even with his force cloak. He was starting to gain a slight tinge from the heat and his blows were starting to give slight bruising. Considering he was expending more energy and attention to generating heat intended to slice. Though when it was all said and done he just had a few damaged walls, a very dented block, and well he would count it a lesser failure as the last time. The metal had a slight orange glow to it. In the spot he last struck.
Though sweating and needing to focus on other things. Draven cooled the air. Before closing his eyes and using the force to repair the walls to the best of his ability. From there he relaxed and took some time focusing on breathing techniques. Not sure when his master would be arriving.