Private A Lesson in Motion

[Braze]

TAGS: Garric Wrennar

Following the events of the saber tourney and shortly after losing his jaw, Braze had thrown himself back into doubling down on his training between assignments. He spent nearly six hours a day working through his all his forms, pushing himself harder than ever.


Today, though, drills weren't enough. He was looking for someone to test his mettle against. Someone with experience. Someone who could offer more than resistance. Someone who could offer insight. His eyes settled on an older man in one of the training halls. Without hesitation, Braze approached. He brought his fist to his open palm and dipped into a respectful bow.

"Excuse me, Master... My name is Braze… May I be so bold as to request a spar with you?"

The voice came filtered through a vocoder, each word stitched together from fractured recordings—old reports, classroom recitations, clipped answers given to instructors back when he still spoke with something closer to innocence. The cadence was off. The inflection wrong in all the subtle ways that mattered.

 

[Garric Wrennar]

Garric had just finished up a training session when all of a sudden a young man entered the training hall he was located in. He looked familiar to him, though the mask over his face was new, but he was having trouble recalling his name (since he had only heard it here and there). Upon the request of a sparring match, the old jedi couldn't help but raise his eyebrow with a soft smile, as he responded to the Jedi Knight.

"Well, for starters, my name is Garric Wrennar, a pleasure to meet you Braze. As for a sparring match, are you sure you want to go for a round with an old man like me?"

Garric was definitely playing up his age; he had barely slowed down from when he was younger. But, sometimes, it was nice to see how people responded to an old jedi claiming he would be no good in training. Even if he were as withered as he made himself sound like, he had a feeling this young man would request a spar regardless, He could feel it, the young man's ambition and drive, striving for improvement.

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Braze

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Garric Wrennar

"Age doesn't concern me, Master Wrennar. Only whether or not you can keep up."

Braze offered. He might have smiled if he still could however he was more interested in seeing what tricks the old dogs had.
"If you're too old, I promise to go easy on you."

The Vocoder added though the delivery wasn't as impetuously playful as he would have desired falling flat. He stepped back a few few and moved to draw his hilt and tossed it up in the air before catching it, igniting the blade and flourishing it in to a downwards cut posturing much like a Tapani Saber rake.
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[Garric Wrennar]

Garric let out a chuckle at the young man's words, glad that his intuition was correct. He, himself, took a few steps away before drawing his own saber from the scabbard in his belt. He drew the hilt and ignited the yellow blade, holding it to his side as he kept his left hand on his scabbard.

"Well, that is a very generous offer young man. Since I'd hate to disappoint, I assure you, you can go as difficult on me as you like. I promise you won't get hurt too badly if you decide to go all out, but I can't say the same for you pride, should that be the case."

Even though Braze's words were unable to properly convey their tone, Garric could feel the intent of them. He was always good at reading people's emotions after all. So, he decided to return his own words in a playful tone himself.

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Braze

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Garric Wrennar

"As difficult as I like? Best we keep this to saber blows."

He offered in reply, taking up a mid-guard Makashi stance as he moved, cross-stepping toward his right, beginning briefly to circle the Master. He thrust forward suddenly, as if testing the Master's defense.

The lad was young still very young and spry. He was thin and wiry but he was well built for calisthenics.

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