The Bha'lir Circle (Open, Obsidian Citadel Training Room)

[Seto du Couteau]

Pride was a tricky emotion to be kept checked but regardless it was one of the main driving force that had kept Seto locked in his current training session. His body had a constant flow of sweat drenching his clothing and creating several small pools around his body.

Seto had a single hand planted dead center of his gravity with both of his legs folded inward to concentrate all of his weight towards his middle. While his right hand kept his body up and away from hitting the floor his left hand was raised up, as he called up the Force to raise several weight balls. Five balls in total and each weighed differently from a range of 10 kilograms to 55 kilograms. The Weighted balls was hovering in a circle around Seto and several droids were positioned to give Seto information if each ball were equally leveled.

Another droid floated with a timer, another few more seconds, as Seto urgently cried out inside in pain. He refused to utter any grunt of pain but when the time expired on the droid Seto released a large sigh of relief as each ball dropped heavily and bounced a few times. Seto was ungracefully sprawled on the mat as a few onlookers from his Network gave him a few claps of approval.

"Bha'lir weren't kidding on their strengthening program for us knights," Seto muttered to mostly himself as slowly picked himself up from the floor. His hands wiped away the sweat from his forehead as he looked around with disdain. He was by no way finished with the rest of his workout but his muscles twitched with overexertion from just this last exercise.

Gritting his teeth he stretched out his arms as he reached for his training saber, his right hand gripped the hilt as his left hand ran through his white hair. Scratching his head he moved over to one of the floating training droids and quickly started up a random series of attacks. His eyes flickered over to the other knights here at the Obsidian Temple's training room.

 

[Ek Vilibro Griz]

In order to train himself in Tutaminis, a Force skill notoriously rare and difficult to master, Ek devised a masochistic training method. He would have droids shock him until he could dissipate or redirect the shock, then he would move up to a stun blast, then a full blaster bolt. He would learn the skill or severely injure himself trying.

Ek set the training droid to a low power tazer and sat across from it. He held out his hand to the tazer arm and focused concentrating on the force, feeling it and-ZAP! "Agh!" Ek pulled his hand back and shook it. "Much less painful than force lightning. Still, anyone walking by will get a good laugh" Ek raised his hand again, gathered the force to him again and was zapped...again. "Ok"

After about 50 more attempts Ek laid back on the ground and massaged the feeling back into his hand.
He lie there for a while, closed his eyes, and thought. He then sat up and adjusted the settings on the droid. the droid would now deliver a continuous shock, but first Ek emptied his mind he focused on his body his feelings his sensations. ZZZZZZZZAAAAAPPPPPPPP!! "AAAGgghhhhhhh!" He embraced the pain, then tried to look through it, he tried to feel the energy. After the droid stopped Ek lie on the floor of the training room twitching and sweating. "I could see it, but just barely. this training might really kill me."

 

[Ek Vilibro Griz]

After some training in using the Force as a shield Ek decided to again attempt to learn the skill of Tutaminis. Ek again sat down in the center of the room, set the droid to the same setting as before. He raised his hand in front of him. He sat meditating on the force. Ek tried to remember the feeling of the droid shocking him, the way the current felt running through his body. He thought to his training in using the force as a sheild, the feeling of the blaster bolt coming in contact with his shield. "the answer must lie somewhere between the two." Ek created a small force barrier in front of his hand and signaled the training droid to taze him. He felt the current crackle against his shield and deflect to the ground. He signaled the droid to continue its attack as he held it at bay for a full minute as sweat began to bead on his forehead. All the while Ek concentrated on the feeling of the electricity on his shield. "I can feel the energy, if i can just reach out to it." Ek attempted to exhert his will over the current, but in doing so he lost his barrier. ZZZAPP! "KARK!" Ek lie twitching on the floor of the training room yet again, exhausted.