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Training with Ballen-Ist

Saiah drew her vibroblade, she didn't turn on the motor as she knew what electricity did to an active vibroblade. First time she saw it, an opponent had chopped into a live wire instead of her and ended up with a face-full of shrapnel as the motor exploded in his hand. That was a good day.

She held her vibroblade with the tip pointed backwards, and inhaled. She drew on the Dark Side of the Force and drank it in. It empowered her mind and body and left her with a feeling of immaculate competence. She stepped up against Ballen-Ist and brought her vibroblade around to slap the tip of his blade away before returning with a horizontal slash. She was fiercely fast, and far from an amateur with the vibroblade.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]
 
The glowing golden eyes of Ballen-Ist would trace each and everyone of [member="Saiah"]'s movements, her speed being commendable for a practitioner of vibroblade combat. The weapon was unlike a saber, and limited the wielder's speed somewhat. Either way, Juyo was a form that tended to disregard such disadvantages, for the dark side that backed it made it a ferocious form to contend with.Of course the Sith was prepared, his feet taking a step forward as he planted himself firmly against the ground, becoming a heavy rock against the flowing river of rage that the Rattataki was. With Soresu, he would begin to implement tight bladework and subtle dodges, redirecting and avoiding blows instead of taking them head on. This would continue for a few moments, the cocky pureblood letting out another yawn as he looked upon the girl with a smirk.
 
Saiah's own pale eyes followed Ballen's movements too. She may not be as powerful a Sith, but her eyes were keen enough. The red-skinned knight's defence and cocky demeanour made Saiah furious. She funnelled her anger into her strikes, trying to blow his blade out of the way and end that smirk once and for all. She also used her footwork to keep pressure on the Sith, stepping sideways and forward to make him overextend his defence. He may have her blocked at the moment, but in the end any stone in the face of a current is worn down or torn from its bedding. The question was, who would prevail in the end?

[member="Ballen-Ist"]
 
Having trained in Makashi before, Ballen-Ist was easily able to pick up on the blending of styles that [member="Saiah"] was employing at the moment. Keeping up with her strikes, the young Knight would continue to maneuver his own blade, making sure to meet her own halfway. The tight blade work of his arms and wrists proved quick enough to fend off the Rattataki, no matter how ferocious and agile her attacks were. He had to admit, the young woman was decent with form two, her footsteps causing him to pivot and face her as she tried to outmaneuver him. Distancing his mind from emotion, the Knight would remain calm and collected as he focused, letting muscle memory take over as he combated the youth before him. Deciding to stay on the defensive for the moment, the pureblood would allow Saiah to practice a bit more before he went on the offensive.
 
Saiah's attacks were once again twarted by the Knight's impenetrable defence. It was an infuriating matter, but she could not afford to lose her head just yet. However, that darkness, that rage she had previously experienced. It beckoned her to let go of her sanity and break the smirking red man who taunted her. It was tempting, ever so tempting, but she should not, would not. Not yet. One day she would break him, but not yet.

nstead, Saiah tried to fight smarter. She would lure his blade high and then strike with a vicious low kick at the side or back of his knee. Trying to put the Knight off-centre and create a chink in his defence by disrupting his foundation.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]
 

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