Sorel Crieff
Ready are you? What know you of ready?
Sorel was pleased that he was clearly weighing up how the spar was going. Too many Padawans would carry on regardless and not consider alternatives. Or would change tack to something they were unfamiliar with and open themselves to a killer blow.
Her Padawan did neither – which was when she realised she was focused too much on thinking and not enough on doing. The Force warned her but it was too late. She found herself on her back-side and with a boot shaped pain in her chest.
It was her own fault but she didn’t mind the pain given it meant that she was at least schooling a competent Padawan.
So she separated her saber staff into two hilts and clipped them to her belt. Once she did so, she smiled. “You have done well and yes; I have seen enough to understand your strengths in this area. Now, what aspect of the Force would you like to learn?”
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Her Padawan did neither – which was when she realised she was focused too much on thinking and not enough on doing. The Force warned her but it was too late. She found herself on her back-side and with a boot shaped pain in her chest.
It was her own fault but she didn’t mind the pain given it meant that she was at least schooling a competent Padawan.
So she separated her saber staff into two hilts and clipped them to her belt. Once she did so, she smiled. “You have done well and yes; I have seen enough to understand your strengths in this area. Now, what aspect of the Force would you like to learn?”
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