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The Mind of Battle [Self-Training]

The Mind of Battle
Self-Training in: Battlemind & Battle Meditation
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A good leader knew how to do things in the right fashion. He always built himself up before going on to lead others, gaining experience and tactical knowledge prior to passing it along to others. As a cadet, Dranok Lussk was taught this from day one, starting off as a low-tier cadet before rising through the ranks to become a Non-Commissioned Officer and then Officer. And all of that harsh training and mental studies had paid off. A new Emperor had risen through the hallowed halls of the Sith and took the mantle of leadership of an ancient and aggressive Empire. They wanted nothing more than peace and order, they just had different methods than other conventional governments had, so they were discriminated for it.

Dranok hated those who jumped to conclusions.

His hatred rang true as several Imperial Guards lunged at him with their Force pikes. Four of them continuously bashed against his Soresu, his saberstaff never halting for more than a fraction of a second to re-position and deflect another well-aimed and coordinated attack. Though his opponents were deathly silent, he had the feeling in the back of his mind that they'd been together for a very long time. Their assaults came at intervals, sometimes even they swapped sides or backed out to rest whilst their brothers continued battling against the Emperor.

A low attack came in with a horizontal swing as a pair of diagonal slashes flashed out, the fourth strike not happening as he'd dropped back to catch his breath. The Emperor hefted himself up into the air, narrowly missing the low cut as his staff rotated horizontally to catch both attacks with a single block. The man dropped down to the ground with a spinning kick that sent one of the Guards flying backwards with a grunt, his brothers reacting almost immediately to recover and shifted to cover Dranok from all angles.

Dranok swallowed, backing up for a handful of precious seconds, breathing heavily. Sweat beaded down into his eyes, the rush of blood pumping through his cheeks. He huffed out hot air, sucking in the cool oxygen of night. It felt good in his throat, putting him at ease. More seconds passed, both sides warily observing each other and anxiously awaiting the first strike or move. However, the Emperor had something else in mind. A test of his newfound power he'd discovered whilst exploring throughout the Sith Archives. Battlemind. The art of channeling one's Force energies to give himself a boost in powers.

The moments ticked away with an insane slowness. Dranok's breath slowed at the same rate as his heartbeat, the blood still thumping through his veins. He swallowed. Energy was brimming throughout him, revitalizing his essence with pure power and strength. It was as if he had just drank and entire jug of amazing sauce. A sleek grin curved his lips upwards, coupling nicely with his extreme rise in energy and morale. It felt great.

He lunged out with a Niman-styled strike, sparks dancing from the saberstaff and an ultrachrome made Force pike. The Emperor's reaction was immediate, his dimmed twin blades spiraling in his hand to bash out against the plated armor of a nearby Guard to drop him to the ground. The energy rushed throughout his entire body, channeling at key points to increase his power to full potential as he deflected more strikes and countered them.
 
Defensive tactics and enduring was the Emperor's mastery when it came to combat. Impervious defenses would allow him to become unstoppable will his minions and allies pressed forward to chip away at the enemy as he sapped at their energy. These Imperial Guards were no exception to that tactic. He could hear their heavy breathing as they attempted to pummel through his defenses with hard-pressed strikes. Arcis, on the other hand, made slight movements and used his weight disposition to evade crippling blows or openings within his form.

A twirl of the twin blades sent a pair of sabers spiraling away from the Emperor, his hand reaching out to blast them even further away to drop out two of the attackers. The other pair surged forward with even more might with knowledge that their brothers had been knocked out of combat. The attacks were more precise, stronger, yet each one got weaker with the pressing attacks. They were nearing their limit with the endless duel and it was time to reveal his new trick. Energy flooded his veins, oxygen entering his cells faster than normal and the adrenaline sending him into an eternal battlerage. He moved faster, struck harder, and reacted to almost every incoming blade with effortless precision.

He dropped down to evade a timed, team strike. They were good. He pressed a free hand out before himself, thrusting the palm outwards.

Good. But not good enough.

The palm hurled a massive wave of Force energy at them, kicking up dust in the cracks in the floor and sending the remaining pair of Guards tumbling backwards with quickness until they crashed into a metallic wall. The Emperor rose to full height, heaving an exhausted sigh as he silenced the crimson saber and returned it to the slot upon his belt. it was time for the more fun portion of his planned training.
 

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