Private Time to Learn - Rynna

[Drexan Ordo]

L E A R N​

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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.​

 

[Rynna]

Rynna was loitering again. It had become her favourite past time since leaving Taris. She found if she loitered for long enough someone took pity on her and she would learn something new. Her favourite thing to watch was the sparring, she was constantly awed by the prowess of the mandalorians and found herself alomst desperate to show the same resilience and strength.

Not that she had any want to be in a fight per say. Just...to be able to defend herself or even others was something she'd never really had. Ok, sure, the streets of Taris had taught her a thing or two but they were never full fights, they were tiny scraps she had escaped through speed and her agility allowing her to scale over obstacles with ease when being chase. It had been a punch and run situation.

Rynna jumped when someone adressed her, the tone and command in the voice making her go stiff, fighting her natural urge to flee authorities.

"Uhhh...Rynna," she said, her feet shifting unconsciously readying to run or dodge. "Sir." She added hastily.

Drexan Ordo

 

[Drexan Ordo]

R Y N N A​

Tag: Rynna

Drexan could read just by her body movement that all she wanted to do was flee, but she managed to subdue her urges to a mere shifting of her feet as "his" voice rose in response to his question. His eyes looked down at her, his helmet an unreadable expression.

The voice rose once more, "Rynna... I do not recall you or that name. What brings you to my halls?" The question sauntered out into the open air, the room dulling for a moment as those around the Alor stopped to watch the exchange between the pair, the imposing stature of Drexan across from the young girl.

His eyes glanced over the young girl before the voice rose once more, "You do not look like you have seen much good in this life, just your stance shows that you want to flee, but I ask this... can you fight?" The Mandalorian's hands stayed on his hips as he spoke, each passing second bringing more and more eyes to the pair, but Drexan drowned the rest out as he focused on Rynna.

 

[Rynna]

Rynna had yet to meet a mandalorian that didn't present an imposing figure when they stood over her in armour like this. And why were so many of them so...serious? Like, they could be friendly instead they were all...stiff and formal. She became aware of other nearby stopping their training to watch the interaction between this great hulk of a man and a scrawny kid. She swallowed nervously.

"I like to watch the training." she looked him up and down. "And you'd wanna run too if you were as small as me looking at a big lump like you. Running is smart for me, I run, I don't get beat. I from Taris, Chortav nayr. Fighting big people is a death sentence. I'm a survivor."

Nervous eyes flicked towards the others watching them, Rynna had never felt so exposed. "I can fight...kinda...not like this level of fighting. More...stab quick and run kinda fighting." She clamped her mouth shu when she realised she was on the verge of rambling. needing to fill the sudden quiet that settled over the hall. she liked it better when they weren't looking at her, when the noise meant she could pass unnoticed.

Drexan Ordo

 

[Drexan Ordo]

F I G H T​

Tag: Rynna

“Running’s smart,” he said finally, voice deep and even, carrying the weight of experience rather than mockery. “So is knowing when to stop running.” He took a slow step closer, keeping a respectful distance, the low thud of his boots steady and unhurried. “Taris breeds survivors. Clan Ordo respects that. You don’t live long out there without learning to fight dirty, or fast.”

He nodded toward the ring. “But here, you learn to stand your ground. We don’t chase weakness out of our people, we teach them how to turn it into something that bites back.” His tone wasn’t sharp, but it carried command all the same. “You’ve already got the hardest part down. You’re still here, facing what scares you instead of hiding from it.”

Drexan reached to pick up a training dagger from the rack beside him, tossing it once in his palm before extending it hilt-first toward her. “Tell you what, Rynna of Taris, if you’ve got the courage to watch, you’ve got the courage to try. No armor. No onlookers.” His gaze flicked to the lingering warriors until they looked away. “Just a survivor, and a teacher who knows the value of one.”

He waited, unmoving, a quiet mountain of iron and patience. “You learn to strike quickly and run. Good. Let’s see if you can strike smarter.”

Learn to Fight.​