Mantic Dorn
Old school...
The ossus academy training facilities
It was time...

It was time...
The stilness of the air as the saber moved forth and back in various speed and direction was still fascinating to Mantic. The lightsaber was his most precious belonging and he had spent much time on attuning himself with its green crystal.
One step back, the blade moved over his head, one side step, the blade came down in front of him, one step back, the blade trusted forward...
It was perfection he sought, and not only to be able to defeat an enemy, but to become one with the saber. He was sensing it and could at times swear it was projecting itself into his mind. Fencing is one thing, but to be the blade another.
One step back, blade moves over his head...
Then he sensed her. Punctual as usual he mused. Mantic unlit his saber and turned to greet his padawan for their new training session.
[member="Illyana Nightshade"]