A more Advanced Approach at beating things repeatedly with a lightsaber

[Mythos]

Mythos Shook his head and stood on his own two feet holding Damiens' hand, He had no idea what exactly was it that Damien had showed him but whatever it was had Saved his life. Looking into his eyes he smiled and shook his hand in gratitude. "Now that is something i have to learn! As long as you are willing to Teach, i am Willing to learn. I have all the time in the Galaxy" His smile could give it away. In between Two Immortals shared stares, one of them, just beginning his life, the other having lived a Millennium and more.

Mythos did not know however that Damien was as old as he was, he did not look old and certainly age did not seem to show on his face. His smile would give away the fact that he did not fear death, because he would not see it for a long time, or so he thought.

[member="Damien Daemon"]​

 

[Matreya]

Damien nodded to the youth, "I may teach it. We shall see. But, if you wish to have more lessons, return to this place tomorrow afternoon." Damien stated, then bowed, "I will not be bothered if otherwise is to be found. Also, here is your blade back." He stated then offered the hilt.

With a nod, he turned without another word and left the area. Climbing to a high point, Damien stared for a while at the sunset, then began to meditate. He drew sustenance from the Force, and those few beasts that came near. Before long he lay back, resting his head on his arms which were behind his head.

Staring at the sky for a while, he pondered his place in the galaxy. It was as this until he was asleep, a fitful rest that should only be allowed in a perfect bed.

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At the rise of the sun, Damien rose from the ground, dusted off his cloak and armor then made way to return to the meeting place. He stood in the closest to exact space he had seen Mythos when he had first laid eyes on the man.

[member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Mythos dragged himself to the Cortan blade not wanting the Session to end but he still had a literal Hole in his chest. With a pulse of Dark energy he liberated the wound as the Medic Droid patched everything up. A Small Bacta injection and some patchwork from the droid and Mythos was back in his Quarters ready for the next day, Sleep had to come through sedatives, excitement for the next day would not let him sleep.


After getting Medical treatment at his Droid Station on the Cortan Blade Mythos could baerly sleep, the thought of another day learning from an Esteemed master nagging at his head. His Dinner was heavy and filled with Meats and no Alcoholic Drinks. The Next Day he took the Beautiful morning to take a small Stroll after Breakfast of Grains and Blue Milk he set out to the meeting ground.

Upon arriving he hailed the figure of [member="Damien Daemon"] with a huge smile. "Good Morning Master! What will we be practicing today? Was that Magic that you did last night? Or The Force?" He tilted his head as he gave him a puzzled look, he did not understand yet what that power was all about, what exactly had he done? How could he create Flesh and Sinew out of Air? This Mythos had to know.

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