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Rynna
The men and women of Clan Ordo sparred with one another across the training center, no matter shape or size they did not care. Young went against Old, Lean went against Bulky, Men faced Women. Drexan's eyes scanned the arena's as he saw those he called family spar against one another, grunts and explicative words escaped from those that had hit the mats a little harder then they expected. But one thing they all shared, was a sense of purpose, the bonds they had forged by being a member of Clan Ordo.
Each strike that landed true was a lesson to be learned, each fall was a mistake to not be taken again, their focused stayed on battle, but that's never what the entirety of their lives were. These moments of sparring did more then just help them fight, it was exercise, kept them fit for work that might need to be done tomorrow. It was stimulating, fighting away any dullness one might get from not using their senses.
As those who's hair grew grey needed to stay healthy and fit, those who were young needed to be made sharp, strengthen their brains and teaching them to think independent from the masses. To not follow the herds that may lead them astray, to not fear when their lives might be brought towards darkness, and the strength it might take to find their way back from those trying moments.
The Alor of Clan Ordo's mind snapped back to reality as the small chime brought his attention to his helmet, "Master Ordo, mayhaps the young Mandalorians could use wisdom from the esteemed Alor of our planet?" A grunt was the only response the voice would receive as his eyes scanned the training facility before landing on one, his gauntleted hand pointed towards her, as the voice from his helmet spoke, "What is your name young one."
Time to Learn.
