Defense of Oneself (Silver Jedi)

[Gnost Karr]

The first reaction was less desirable than Gnost had expected. He had met humans before and often found them to be the most easily surprised by the appearance of a Kel Dor. It was a common characteristic of the humanoid species that they often viewed those that didn't look like them as somewhat shocking, at least from Gnost's experience. That wasn't to say that non-humanoids were inclusive, they just handled diversity of appearance a bit better.

"It is a pleasure to meet you." Gnost said bowing politely. "Your reaction is understandable," Gnost said wanting to make her feel better about the outburst, "Kel Dor rarely leave Dorin, for obvious reasons." As he said the final words he lifted up a taloned finger and tapped it against the metal anti-ox mask covering the lower half of his face. No sooner had those words left his mouth then he heard the unmistakable sound of another getting hit by a training bolt. Gnost shook his head at the sound. He had trained with training remotes under his former master, Kian Karr, and knew all to well the sting of a missed block.

Gnost listened to his Masters instructions on using openings in an opponents attacks to counter. Gnost had a good understanding of Soresu from an academic standpoint, but his lightsaber training had yet to progress past Form I and some training in blaster defense. This talk of an eye of the storm, while in the readings he had pulled form the archives, were still foreign to him when putting it in practice.

Finding a spot in the training room that was unoccupied, Gnost pulled his lightsaber off his belt and turned the hilt over in his hands as the training remote made its way toward him. When it was hovering before him, Gnsot thumbed the activation switch and the yellow blade sprang to life with a snap-hiss. Taking the lightsaber into a two handed grip, Gnost brought it up at chest height with the blade pointing up. Taking a deep breath, he allowed the force to flow into him as he was taught. When the remote started firing, Gnost successfully blocked the first three shots. He began to feel excited, began to feel proud.

Then he felt pain.

The bolt caught him right in his side. He had been so focused on how well he was doing he'd lost track of the here and now. Chiding himself for this, Gnost fell back into a rhythm. It took several minutes and one more painful hit, before there appeared to be a good opening and Gnost counter struck. The remote successfully dodged the attack but did not fire immediately, allowing Gnost to go back on the defensive. Had it been on a higher training setting, Gnost knew it would have hit him. A few more rounds went relatively well, but one counter-strike was ahead of tempo and the droid hit Gnost right in the gut with a bolt. The hiss of pain that came out of his anti-ox mask sounded like a burst of static.

"Gotta love these things." Gnost said lowly, not really to anyone in particular.

[member="Thora Heavenshield"] | [member="Sigyn Vanir"] | [member="Jasper Candos"] | [member="Vattas the Hutt"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]​

 

[Thora Heavenshield]

A young boy entered the classroom late, he was the strangest person Thora had ever seen. Well, apart from the Hutt. And like any child she wondered why he had a thing on his face to cover his face and his voice sounded muffled because of it so she made a note to ask him later. But she remembered her manners and smiled in a form of greeting as he was too far away to speak to. She refocused and listened to all the questions of Sigyn and the teachers answers and all the metaphors taking it all in to try and figure out what they were doing. The young man who's name was Jasper seemed to getting it the best, even though zapped by a bolt, Sigyn was closing her eyes!

She ran through a list. Defense, tired, eye of a storm, attack .. over and over until it addled her mind. Meanwhile the ball zipped around her waiting for her to set herself ready again. She also made a mental note that when she was home on Midvinter, she would go out into a storm and try and find it's eye. Thora was never allowed to do that, always in doors as the storm passed over them. There are only really one type of storms on her home planet, snow storms which she loved as they brought with them a sense of renewal and made everything clean and clear. And everything looked pretty and wonderful, and the air so crisp and clear...

Clear...

Thora decided to drop her list from her mind, and to only think about the snow and how is whirled around her light and pure on a windy day. The memory of it made her smile, she could feel the cold kissing her cheeks making them rosy and full of warmth. She took the saber hilt in both hands holding it in front of her with the blade of green humming before her face. And as the ball spat it's light once more, she moved her hands to the left, the blade remained upright and the bolt hit it, the second bolt came quickly aimed at her head. Thora arced the hilt up to the right the blade dropped horizontally and held high to take the bolt with a hiss. A third bolt ripped the air and Thora's hands moved across her body, the blade readjusted on an angle and stopped the bolt hitting her torso.

She was getting it! until the ball flashed again and a bolt struck her foot reminding her that nothing is for certain.

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[member="Gnost Karr"] | [member="Kahlil Zambrano"] | [member="Jasper Candos"] | [member="Sigyn Vanir"] | [member="Vattas the Hutt"]​