Metus De'cal
The Fear Monger
As per his master's instruction, Metus had continued his training on his own through intense study and self-training when he was able. As of now the construction of his lightsaber was almost complete, and until it was the apprentice was usually practicing his hand-to-hand combat on the training dummies and whomever was up to spar. He was untrained in any professional style of hand-to-hand martial arts, but his life on the streets of Coruscant had showed him the damage one could do with even an untrained fist.
The training room itself was silent, except for the sound of his fists and legs hitting the dummy and his own grunts of exertion as Metus, clad in only a pair of simple pants with cloth wrapped around his hands and shins, pushed himself as hard as he could to eventually prove himself strong. This was good exercise, but unless it was against a proper opponent it wasn't something that fulfilled him though. Without a real flesh-and-blood person to fight against the second part of all this training was ignored; the mental.
If he was to ever do battle with an enemy, let alone a Jedi, Metus had to be able to read his enemies and get into their heads. Intimidation would be one of his greatest weapons, but without anyone to sharpen his mental blade with it would be difficult to reach his goal of completely dominating his opponent's will. His studies of old Sith and their battles showed the importance of psychological warfare even in one-on-one duels, and hopefully soon Metus himself would be able to at least partially master it before his life was on the line.
The first step though, was to be utterly defeated and broken.
The training room itself was silent, except for the sound of his fists and legs hitting the dummy and his own grunts of exertion as Metus, clad in only a pair of simple pants with cloth wrapped around his hands and shins, pushed himself as hard as he could to eventually prove himself strong. This was good exercise, but unless it was against a proper opponent it wasn't something that fulfilled him though. Without a real flesh-and-blood person to fight against the second part of all this training was ignored; the mental.
If he was to ever do battle with an enemy, let alone a Jedi, Metus had to be able to read his enemies and get into their heads. Intimidation would be one of his greatest weapons, but without anyone to sharpen his mental blade with it would be difficult to reach his goal of completely dominating his opponent's will. His studies of old Sith and their battles showed the importance of psychological warfare even in one-on-one duels, and hopefully soon Metus himself would be able to at least partially master it before his life was on the line.
The first step though, was to be utterly defeated and broken.