Allow me to demonstrate (training)

[Vorhi Alestrani]

[member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Erin Ecthelion"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="Shane Zion"] [member="Sun Ki'wan"] [member="Jericho"]



Vorhi grinned a little. This was the first generation. the beginning. The star of his own school. These various folks had come to this temple to train with him. Frankly, he was curious as to what would occur. How much strength would his new students have? What would they seek?


He stood before them, addressing them as a class and a group. "I am Vorhi Alestrani. I am master of this temple. I wish to know who you are, why you have come here, and what you enjoy in life. This information will tell me quite a bit," he said cheerily. "Indulge an old man."


He nodded and gestured to them. This would be enlightening, or so he hoped. After all, how could he teach strangers how to fight? He had to know them first.

 

[Jericho]

"I am Jericho." He stated calmly as he entered the temple and listening to the elder as he spoke. He was clad in his armor and showing strength while his jedi robes flowed elegantly with the wind showing his humility. The giant of a man bowed his head to the elder. "I am here to merely learn." He stated.

[member="Vorhi Alestrani"]

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

Cyrus stood behind the master Jedi [member="Jericho"], once he'd finished speaking, he spoke with melancholy from inside his breathing mask. Which also distorted his voice as it cut sounds together almost like a recording. He payed no mind to look at the others.

"I æm hërë for træining, my næmë is not împortant, I will follow your cœde, but æ designation will need be given."

[member="Vorhi Alestrani"]

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Tiland leaned idly on his staff, listening, and waiting. He snorted at the comment about indulging an old man. Old? What were the odds of that? He was probably the oldest of them all by a few hundred years at least. This would be an amusing experience, to say the least. Surrounded by whippersnappers. Business as usual then, in fact.

"I am Tiland Kortun, a wanderer, who seeks to learn methods of self-discipline and to protect the innocent without using lethal force. I enjoy meditating, gardening, and wood-carving."

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

[member="Vorhi Alestrani"]

Cyrus waited impatiently as another spoke of his interests like it was a sharing circle in school. The slow rasp of breath that left Cyrus' mask was the only motion that could be sensed from him.

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Vorhi chuckled. "Okay, very little emotion from you two young ones. At least the bloke with a beard has a bit of personality. The rest of you will require more effort. Very well then."


Ah, but who was first. Tough question. The other two would watch attentively, he hoped. He would hate to repeat the first lesson three times. Still, which of them would be appropriate to mess with? It was important to toy with them all. A sense of play, that was essential for this lesson. Not to taunt, but to provoke. He wanted the truth...and he'd get it.




He sighed and turned to Cyrus. "You in the mask. You're getting bored, yeah? Ready to liven things up? Or do you aim to sulk all evening?" he said with a chuckle.



[member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Jericho"]

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

"Sulking is what Nagai do best. But any chance to get in the action is also the way of the Nagai."

Cyrus walked forward, not certain as to How [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] was to liven this group up. He tensed his body in anticipation.

The others were not singled out so he figured they'd just watch.

[member="Tiland Kortun"][member="Jericho"]

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Vorhi simply smiled, the sort of warm smile you happily bank with. "I've never been to the homeworld of the Nagai. I wonder if the good is any good."


He smiled. "Come at me. Attack as if you mean to do me some harm. I shall demonstrate the point of wanting to know more about you as I train you. Perhaps we can train both your mind and body a little," he said almost teasingly to the young masked man. Still, sometimes the lesson wasn't a gentle one. That was the nature of being the master.



"Come, Oppila," he said, folding his hands into the large sleeves of his robe. "Show me your methods. Let your technique do the talking." He waited with a smirk, standing in front of his students. Still, this method worked when his master did it.


[member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Jericho"]

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

Looking to the stance of the robed man, Cyrus sprinted forwards. He kept his arms inside his cloak. As he neared, from the depths of his cloak, the tip of a vibrosaber thrust out, aiming for the center of [member="Vorhi Alestrani"]


The extremist meant to damage the man, though his knew it was going to fail so he just used deception tactics to keep from going all out.

[member="Jericho"] [member="Tiland Kortun"]

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Vorhi nodded and smiled, parrying the powerful vibroblade with--several ribbons. He retreated, letting the tangled threads of silk gunk up the knife as it slowed down. "Not a bad thought, using a vibroknife. They cut through skin pretty well, but they are terrible at cutting fabric. That's worth remembering." He smiled warmly. "The reason knowledge matters so much, is that both your allies and your enemies are people you should know. By knowing how they think and understanding them, you can better equip yourself to aid them--or fight them, if necessary."



He looked at the young Nagai. "Now, then little Oppila, what should I take to calling you? A name that reflects your demeanor, perhaps? Brother Dirk, that may suit you." He looked to the other two. "There is no one way to master Teras Kasi. For some people, it concerns technique. For others, it is a matter of discipline. Each Master fights in their own way. I am a clown. My Master was a lioness of a brawler. Her master was a sinuous dancer, and his master was a strategic tactician." He nodded to the boy. "You, young one, are quick and clever. Hiding will suit you, as will using your wits. Don't be afraid to speak in this temple--the right words can be a powerful weapon or tool as well," he said with a smile. Cyrus would see a lack of threatening demeanor in the master's smile. Or not. One could hope, though.



He then nodded to the other two, Tiland and Jericho. "Tell me, either through your bodies or words, how have you fought before, and how do you wish to change it?" He nodded sagely to both of them. The elder one had mentioned the use of non-lethal force. He wish to mitigate the damage he could do, to restrain himself. Maybe a weapon that focused on restraining instead of striking would suit him better.


Jericho's goals were less clear. Cyrus was an upstart, and Tiland seemed solemn, almost regretful. But Jericho's was being ambiguous on purpose, it seemed like.

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

Stepping back, and withdrawing his blade back into his cloak, he pondered the name given by [member="Vorhi Alestrani"]. Brother Dirk could work (ha rhymed).

"I accept the title Master Alestrani"

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[Jericho]

"As you wish." Jericho solemnly said getting into a strong stance. He took a moment to breath and closed his eyes. As he had the luxury to do so this time. In....and out......in....and out...His breaths slow, long and steady. In this time he chose flow and chose the wat he wanted to fight the man. A fight he wanted, a fight he would get. He engulfed himself with the force, enhancing his strength and speed. To test this master's strength, he chose the direct route rather than his usual in direct and learn plan. As he already saw his skill from watching him fight the other one. As he charge he fiegned a knee strike only gain more momentum and speed for a super man punch aimed for his face. But that wasn't his only move as he landed on his front front foot he spun again using momentum, to do a devastating axe, hook kick if it landed.


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[member="Cyrus Falcor"]

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

[member="Jericho"] [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"]


Multi-lateral approach, combining deception and physicality. Designed to overwhelm. Tactical. Neat, The Miralukian sage thought to himself as he backed away from the knee, rolling under the punch and diving behind him, standing upside down on one hand.



"You fight without restraint, aiming to capitalize on your opportuniites quickly. Dirk favors discretion. And you" he said, turning to Tiland and grinning, "would much rather let your words speak louder than your fist, if at all possible. Interesting. You each approach combat differently," he said as he stood back on his feet, picking up his hat. "And all of you are right. Annoying, but true," he said cheerily. "There isn't a single way to win a fight. There's thousands. This is also true of the force," he said calmly. "The force can strengthen the body, or conceal us in the broadest daylight, or even allow us to use our words where others would rely upon force," he said calmly.


"Dirk," he began to the masked Na'gai, "You desire to be stealthy. A true master of stealth should study the ways of Forraderri, the mastery of appearing harmless," he began. "You must learn to be inconspicuous, and train your senses to b as alert as possible. Striking quickly, and wisely, is necessary. The forms of the veermok and Aryx will allow you to strengthen your speed more."


"Brother Jericho," he went on calmly. "You focus on powerful movements. Your severity is bst served through the forms of the Bantha and Rancor. Simple, direct and meaningful methods suit your approach to combat, which thrives on strength of body and spirit."


"Brother Tiland," he said with a nod. "You acknowledge a desire for peace, and wish to subdue your enemy rather than truly harm him." He gestured calmly. "The key to such a method is flexibility. You must learn fluidity in order to restrain your enemy. Binding weapons, such as my own scarves or perhaps chains, are a common tool. To fight so little, but still accomplish much, one must learn to use the environment. The form of the Dragonsnake will be a true apotheosis of form for you," he said calmly.



He stood before his students. "How are we doing so far?"

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Tiland gave a slow nod of his head in recognition of [member="Vorhi Alestrani"]'s description of his preference. It was indeed accurate. He was not so keen to reveal the style he used, as it was Anzati and known for the most part only to Anzati. Not that he was against sharing their secrets, but he didn't know if it would be recognized, and by extension, his own identity. He had no desire to be recognized as the nightmare of a thousand worlds.

"That sounds excellent as," He gestured to his staff, "That is all I possess at this time, and it...can be lethal if not controlled enough." His shoulders sagged somewhat, and the wrinkles on his face became more visible. "Although I am not familiar with dragonsnakes."

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

"The Forraderri style? Veermok and Aryx forms? What are these Brother Alestrani? I am interested in the techniques, but how do they coincide with combat?"

Cyrus had never heard of these forms of Martial Combat. He though about the creatures they must be named from, he didn't know them.

[member="Jericho"] [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Vorhi Alestrani"]

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

(OOC: I waited a little too long to get back to either of you. sorry about that.)


[member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Jericho"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"]


He nodded to his students.


He turned first to tiland. "The technique of the dragonsnake is about sinuous, slow movement, punctuated by quick strikes. Watch my steps," he said as he relaxed his body, slumping his sholdoers forward and stepping in curved, almost waddling movements. His feet seemed twist with his waist, his arms slung low and slowly following his movements. "Not the exaggeration of the form. The large, swaying movements of the arms and hips," he said, twirling his arms about in a circular motion not unlike his stance itself, "undulate slowly with the rhythm of one's own breathing. you slowly coil inward," he then sprung up from the low stance, coiling his leg around a pillar quickly and pressing his palm against another point on it, "until you have decide to seize your opponent. You must learn not to strike, as you would with a staff, but to entwine, as though your body were a rope or net."


"Now, Tiland, practice the coiling motion of the leg around the staff, as I din with the pillar. Imagine it to be an opponents leg, while raising the hand towards their neck--but to not touch the neck. A trust master of the dragonsake must be able to almost strike an opponent as readily as strike him. Through control of choosing when to strike and when to merely appear to strike, you may begin the true mastery of gentle fighting."



He nodded, uncoiling his limbs from the slim pillar and walking towards Cyrus. "Brother Dirk, forraderri is a word from old palawan, literally translated, it means 'traitor,' but in regards to Teras Kasi, it is a form known as deceptive combat," he said, smiling firmly. "It is not a true form, but instead a principle of combative tactics. That principle is simple: Appear harmless until it is time to strike."


"The most common stance of a forraderri practitioner is to hold the hands behind the back, but do not clasp them. Leave them open, so they may move quickly to either parry an incoming blow or land a strike. Now, stand at that position, then quickly, in a single breath, move a foot forward and raise your hands to fight," he said, demonstrating the quick, flipping motion to Cyrus. "Practice that motion several times. You must learn to be ready to switch from calm diplomacy to combat quickly, as many times, an enemy will not give you time to react slowly."

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

[member="Vorhi Alestrani"][member="Tiland Kortun"][member="Jericho"]

Cyrus practiced the maneuver that Master Alestrani showed him. Over the course of his rounds, Cyrus began to get the movement down. It became more fluid and even more rapid. Striking wih almost no tells of his possible movements.

He focused on his training as Alestrani continued to watch over the trio. Cyrus hoped to become a master soon. He wanted to be able to strike at any moment.


(Sorry for the late reply. Been a busy holiday.)