Location: Training area
She shook her head. "
I've no expectations. Only looking for a challenge. Droids are easier and yet harder in a lot of ways. They don't have a will, intent, or emotion. They don't have body language, they don't telegraph usually. No bad habits. A person has all those things. Easier to anticipate. And that's without the Force," she said moving away from the demo while rolling her shoulders. Finally, she peeled off the top to her uniform, revealing a soft, almost satiny white tank top underneath, and a form-fitting athletic top beneath that.
Des had been working up a good sweat, which considering how hard she trained over the years, even for an Arkanian, took some doing. Rolling her wrists, she grimaced as they popped. Taking a moment she shook loose both arms, then shifted side to side shaking loose her legs.
For a moment she pondered the approach to take. A very kinetic and blindingly fast aerial kick came to mind, exploding into action. Ataru and some of the other saber fighting styles had unarmed components, and she could follow through with that. But no. She could go back to her roots, and what she'd learned back home. But that wasn't the exercise.
Instead, she gave Milya a small bow, then angled her body sideways. Her right foot dropped back into a
low wide stance. Her left side was forward, left foot forward, toes pointed at Milya. Her right foot was back, angled at 90°. Knees bent with weight sixty percent on the back leg, forty percent on the front. Her left hand was out and open, palm forty-five degrees between ground and vertical on both axes. The right hand was a slightly loose fist just over her solar plexus. It was a defensive ready, allowing her to retreat, shift to either side, and gave her room to block or parry, or follow up with short-range but high striking power with her hands, or throw quick, but strong defensive kicks. It was a good base to start from. But it was new and not terribly familiar. Seasoned fighters that took a moment to study would tell she chose it because it was part of the instruction. Not what her natural choices would be. To Echani eyes, it was a guess. A very good one, but the uncertainty was still there.
But if someone looked at her through the Force, her mind was blank. Not unthinking, but placid and still. Relaxed, focused, calm. But coiled and ready to
act in a split instant.
But Des had no intentions of attacking first. Initiation was not the Jedi way. She did, however, bid Milya
bring it on.