Foundation of Power (Open to OS and Prime)

[Darth Pyrrhus]

And so the lesson began. Darth Pyrrhus watched [member="Darth Azurea"] perform the signature moves of Shii-Cho. Her execution was flawless, and he had no input on her form. She gave the students an accurate demonstration of the first form. As most things tended to be, it had been a test of some sort. He had not told her in advance which moves to perform nor given her much time to prepare. It ought to be second nature to her by now. His curiosity had been met with satisfaction, secured especially by the addition of a few key signature moves. They had better pay attention. If not, punishment awaited soon enough.

It would appear [member="Darth Erebos"] found answer to his question. With a quick nod in return, he watched the Knight return to his place. Now it was their turn to replicate as best as they could. Some were more proficient than others. It wasn't unexpected, as they all had different backgrounds. He had paid special attention to [member="Isamu Baelor"], but it would appear the general was managing himself quite nicely. Pyrrhus was pleased to see that his own apprentice was among those seemingly able to keep up with Azurea's moves. Of course, Shii-Cho wasn't new to him. Because of it, Pyrrhus had something else in mind for him. He held no shame for his favouritism. Everyone had a chance to prove themselves, to somehow garner his attention. Yet for some it was easier than for others. Mullarus had the privilege of already possessing it, and he would reap the benefits. Regardless of level of skill, he would see that they were all tested in some way or other by the end of this lesson, however.

One situation that stood out was [member="Dex Torture"]'s rogue blade. The Togruta Lord struggled to not reveal a smirk. Dex had managed the Shii-Cho moves with some finesse. The sudden clumsiness was an inconsistency. Pyrrhus recognized it for what it was, yet despite what others might have suspected, he did not react with fury. Instead, he seemingly ignored it, dismissing it as a slip of the hand. It was none of his concern. He kept his expression clear and his thoughts hidden. Even though the act was the apprentice's own, it almost felt as if he had planted it there, through subtle looks and gestures. He had not expected to see its fruits so soon, however.

This had the chance of developing into something quite entertaining. Pyrrhus supported competitiveness, and sought to encourage it where he could. He found that it pushed the students to strive harder, being a fine motivator, while simultaneously culling the weak. A clearly established pecking order, and the constant struggle to be at the top of it, served to channel the envy and hatred of students into their training. He wondered who would be standing at the top after this day.

Darth Azurea had played her part excellently. Now it was time for the students to play theirs. It was time to get more practical. "You have now seen the Way of the Sarlacc, Shii-Cho. It is time to put that knowledge to the test." and prove that they had been paying an attention. Arguably, the following method favoured the fast learner, but there was something to be gained by everyone here. "You will now pair up with someone, and demonstrate your knowledge." he made no mention of who ought to pair up with who. It was entirely up to them how they chose their sparring partner. He was curious to see what happened next, as they chose freely. Time to spar. "Begin"

[member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Belgerath"] [member="Ukon Sarakasos"] [member="Zeth Var"] [member="Einar Shadowmane"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Dex Torture"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Valens"]

 

[Rapax]

Naga glared over the possible opponents....he contemplated each one with curiosity as well as how well the battle with fair. He grinned his canine teeth glistened in the light when he finally figured a possible candidate, His blood red eyes stopped upon [member="Darth Azurea"], He wanted to see how well he would fair against [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]'s own apprentice... He hoped she would accept he was tired of fighting those below knight minus his own master in training...He wanted to test his mettle against another knight. He was curios actually as to how powerful azurea would be in combat...sparring or not he wanted to test this theory. He walked over to her and did a bow before speaking " I would love to spar against you Milady ...if you will accept that is..." Naga was taking his chances challenging someone superior to him but he did not care.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

When Pyrrhus mentioned partners, Mullarus' dark-eyed gaze immediately turned toward that of [member="Dex Torture"]. He had witnessed his skill on Lorrd and was some-parts eager, some-parts nervous to see how he would fair against the apprentice to his master's first apprentice. He had never faced an opponent skilled with a staff before, so it would be nice to get railed by Dex's staff a few times so that he would not be taken by surprise by a real saberstaff.

Mullarus approached the strange alien-man, whose race was truely unknown to him, but made him more unique in his eyes. "Dex. I believe you and I would be splendid partners. Shall we?" he asked, gripping the wooden hilt of his sparring weapon with both hands. He had witnessed Azurea's disarming technique through the sweeps of the Sarlacc style as everyone else had, but not yet tried it. Perhaps it was good that he had no yet. His partner may not suspect how he would execute the skill.

 

[Mythos]

Mythos had been watching for some time at a safe distance, Shi-Cho was something he had learned the Basics some time from yet he had never used it to spar against someone, there were two Sith present here he wished to test his might against, One would prove to be the exact replica of the outcome they had in Glee Anselm. Pyrrhus would probably make Mythos Impale himself again... or worse, turn into a Monster... again.

When Mythos approached the Entrence of the Academy of Glee for the second time in his life memories of the encounter flew back like a wave of nostalgia... That Days' subject had been makashi, and Mythos learned well... Now he hoped for a different, if possible less painful training lesson, picking up the Poison Training Saber, a weapon he considered to be even more deadly than the real thing, it could slice like a regular saber, yet it had the added ability of Numbing whatever part of the body it came in contact with.

Mythos marched to the head of the Class and took a bow to the Grand Master of Glee Anselm and the Sith who saw Mythos Plop down like a drowned man vomiting Seawater the day he arrived in these sacred halls that made the foundation of Darth Mythos... as a Knight of the Sith. Mythos bowed deeply in reverence to [member="Darth Pyrrhus"], his respect for the Torgruta went deep, as it was his hands that carved this Academy and as such were his hands that carved Mythos as a Knight. "Master Pyrrhus" His voice solemn and declaratory, indeed he was Master Pyrrhus now, Sith Lord of Glee Anselm, they had both Grown visibly since their last encounter, yet this time Mythos knew without a doubt, Who was the Superior warrior in this room, he had no need to test that Fact this time... Thankfully. He arouse to meet the Torguta with a smirk and a confident attitude, he was a Knight now... the first time the Togruta saw him he was Near Death, Then an Acolyte still fumbling with his powers, now... he saw a Knight, Forged by Glee Anselm and Warfare, Mythos was the Result of this Academy... he sought to make Tanuk proud once again.

"I want Him as my Sparring Partner, if i may. " His hand extended to [member="Darth Erebos"], and he moved to take his place facing the Miraluka and igniting his lade taking the stance of the Sarlacc, Form one. Blade Chest level, angled upwards and in close forms, Brutality ready to be unleashed yet also ready to defend with it's arced movements, Mythos had used the Sarlacc Strike in conjunction with Juyo to handle various enemies at once, this time would be no different. Shooting a wink at his apprentice [member="Naga Itesak"] he payed no heed at the crowd of Acolytes expect a nodding acknowledgement of [member="Darth Azurea"], one he saw not only last time he saw Pyrrhus, but at Korriban as Well... if his information was right.. the Lady was Warlord of Korriban, Fitting... Fitting indeed. His eyes went back to Erebos giving him a bow and shooting him a wry smile. "Let's give em a light show shall we my friend?" Mythos stood on the defensive and motioned for Erebos to make the first aggression... this would be fun...​

 

[Belgerath]

Belgerath saw the act of [member="Dex Torture"] with a mental groan. This was going to be one of -those- days was it? Well it would at least be amusing and then some to watch. Since it seemed people were going to be pulling slights of hand, he made a strong mental note of where his coat was for future reference. Which was only a few feet away from where he was now. As he did the movements, he kept a proverbial 'eye' out on the other trainers, his 'sight' particularly settled on [member="Isamu Baelor"] . It was clear he was a veteran and that one could learn a good deal from through sparring and training.

With that in mind, it wasn't so surprising that Belgerath, when [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] said pick a sparring partner, that he went to the grizzled old Veteran General not far away. "You seem rather experienced sir, shall we have a match?" He asked him, nodding his head slightly in respect. He would normally neither ask so formally, nor show any sign of respect to sparring partners. But this man was not an Acolyte like he was, and even if formalities had little place on the training mat, Belgerath felt the need to at least 'salute' and acknowledge this mans skill and experience.

 

[Shaddi]

Erebos noted the appearance of his friend [member="Darth Mythos"] into the chamber. He remembered Naboo and under his mask he grimaced a little, he had attributed a bit more intelligence and tact but it seemed that the younger man needed to to be humbled to begin to understand he needed tact and subtlety if he wished to survive the intricate political games that were beginning to take form within the one sith. When the challenge was issued he didn't speak, not at all in fact.
Taking an apathetic stance with his blade pointed down against his side and he mimicked the body language of a sigh as he cocked his head to the side. He acted as if the issue bored him this was not only his own test of his own blades-man ship but also a training with Dun Möch. Taking a few steps forwards he kept his body language disinterested before, at a distance of six steps, he shot forwards towards Mythos, accelerating his speed with the force as well as his strength he brought his blade towards Mythos's side but it was a faint, as he brought the blade half way towards the side he shifted the blade as he turned in a fast counter clockwise spin and this time instead of aiming at his right side he was aiming at his left knee.

[member="Dex Torture"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="Belgerath"] [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Darth Azurea"]

 

[Mythos]

"So that's how it's going to be huh?... fine then..." Mythos' face turned from an enjoyed smile to a warriors' grimace of Anger in an instant.
Dun Moch had worked... but not in the way [member="Darth Erebos"] intended. Passion Gave him power, in this case anger, anger Gave him strength... and Shi-cho was all about Strength and Brute force, there was no subtly in Shi-Cho, Just like there is no Subtly in a the Maw of a Sarlacc

Humble was not word described in Mythos' Vocabulary unless it was directed at someone or something much more powerful than himself. Mythos respected only Power, Only those who proved to be stronger than him, earned his respect. [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] was a perfect example of this, before gaining the admiration of Mythos, Pyrrhus had to quite literally, leave him in a pool of his own blood, Ophidia and Ferus both had to do the same respectively...

Shi-cho was brute strength, Destruction, the way of the Sarlacc, The Immovable object, It was more than just wide swings and Arc attacks to cover a large area, It was about overpowering your opponent with sheer Force and Brutality... Dun Moch was an amazing ability to find the Fears and weaknesses in your opponents Stance and way of fighting then exploit them... but it also had the ability of causing the enemy to come out in Insane Rage out of Insult... This was the Case with Mythos, Someone who was deemed the Sin of Pride did not take kindly to mockery.

Mythos did not look at his opponents blade as it came to his side instead he came forward as an Avalanche of Fury and Power Blade held to his face and angled upward. A Two handed Strike not overextended and aimed at Erebos' Shoulder in an effort to Split him in two, Mythos was intending to Take the Side blow to his knee that left Erebos Open to an attack and a Trade of blows. He would take a side swipe to his Knee and Erebos would take a Downwards Chop to his shoulder intended to end him on the spot.

Mythos did not use the Force to augment his speed instead to augment his strength in his arms Triceps and biceps, keeping his blade close and careful not to overextend himself and be ready for a counter block if necessary, however if T'zanith did not back off and block his attack they would trade blows, Mythos taking his attack and T'zanith taking his... The trade was to Mythos' favor which is why he pushed forward with the attack left knee in the air and right knee ready to take the blow Erebos was intending to deliver, if Blocked the attack would come with an Insane power that would drive him back, if dodged if would slow Mythos' momentum yet because of his compact pose would not leave him over extended...

Mythos knew Shi-cho... and all other six basic Lightsaber Styles... This was not the Boy whose' eyes were open in Korriban so much time ago, It was time to remind Erebos of this... and maybe next time he would keep his tractor beams off Mythos' ship.​

 

[Shaddi]

Erebos had anticipated [member="Darth Mythos"] to take advantage of the overarching movement he made to switch from his feint to his strike at his knee. As far as Erebos was concerned he knew Mythos was the better of them with a blade but in the force itself Erebos held a distinct advantage but this was a sparring match and it would stay that way. With a flurry of movements Erebos brought his sword up to defend against the blow aimed at his shoulder but angled his own place so with a deft spin he could slice at Mythos's knee.
His initial instinct of using his rings ability to project small force shields made him wince as the blow connected and he didn't use his ring. It was like trying to block an avalanche as the blow came down against his blade and trying to spin his blade to cut against the mans knee quickly disipated. "You know Mythos." He said slowly and calmly, hiding his strain from his voice. "Using your rage to fuel your power does give you quite a large increase in power but in the end." He said as he suddenly used both legs to slash his blade up to try and use the force to increase his own strength to the same if not a little over the point that Mythos had increased his own strength, in an attempt to make Mythos stagger a bit backwards to allow him a nerve strike at his right upper thigh and another at his left knee. "Using rage in the same heat that you are leaves you distracted, unfocused to the point that the cold rage allows me to use my mind at." He then said as he flurried his blade and then stabbed at Mythos's abdomen.
Mythos was Erebos's only friend but he was also his rival in his own way, a whetstone to sharpen himself against to a point until his own power didn't allow it to continue or his own conscious didn't allow it any further.

[member="Dex Torture"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="Belgerath"] [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Darth Azurea"]

 

[Mythos]

Erebos changed his attack to suit Mythos over hand chop, Mythos had begun to set the Pace of the encounter as the impact of the Two broke off and Erebos began to talk again, but Mythos was beyond talking. Mythos was... Unstable to say the least, his Emotions ran rampant and uncontrolled, he was Volatile to the point that it made him reckless and one of his major weaknesses, [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] advised release of this Aggression and Passion that Shi-Cho Jedi were taught restraint... but he took the words of the Togruta Master a bit too far, as he tended to take everything else. Mythos was an Emotionally unstable person, rare was the sparring session with Mythos that didn't get out of control... T

he Master Present knew this very well... Mythos had... Thinned the weak when he was an Acolyte... yet another example of Mythos getting out of control in training situations. He had slaughtered an entire Class of Acolytes for the simple objective of Practicing Juyo.

He met with the Momentum of [member="Darth Erebos"] and clashed his blades with him in a dance of blades keeping his blade chest height and not using force augmentation or extinguishing his stamina in the force causing him to indeed stumble back and face the thrust to his abdomen... Yet again Mythos saw his eyes flash red, awaiting for the perfect moment to strike even when it seemed he was at a disadvantage.

Holding his arms out wide and taking a step back Mythos stood steady and angled his blade a chest height preparing the stance of Shi-Cho, limiting himself from all defensive stances and all other moves other than the way of the Sarlacc and again used force augmentation on only his upper body, arms, biceps and triceps limiting the Use of his Force to Power and Strength... feeding from his Anger... his sense of Betrayal.

Stepping in with a wide angled swipe and a massive bulk of one-two attack that ignored his thrust, fully intending to take it yet again, wanting to trade blows if he knew he was going to get the better of the outcome, Aiming for his neck with all the power of his shoulders to slice his head off and then come back around aiming at his midsection to part his upper body from his lower body.​

 

[Dex Torture]

As the sparring matches flourished all around them Dex was overwhelmed with joy. [member="Mullarus"] was an skilled warrior and highly approved by his master, he had showed uncanny intelligence and resourcefulness in the slave pits of Lorrd and he would serve perfect as Dex's top rival for power.

"I thought you'd never ask!" replied Dex with a sinister smirk to match dark tone. As a firrerreo he relished in the thought of battle, after giving a simple nod of approval to his master and a thankful smile to [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] the young acolyte slowly took a handful of steps backwards, holding his wooden staff in his right hand slightly behind his back dex entered his initial stance of form I.

The staffs weight was somewhat similar to that of his saberstaff so he didn't have to calculate much difference into his swings he assumed. Eyeing the broadsword type weapon his opponent had chosen Dex made a few last minute assessment in his mind, "I'd do best not to have to block a direct attack from that.." the young sith knew that a few direct scores with a weapon of such force against his much smaller staff would eventually lead to the destruction of his weapon "His hilt is pretty small compared to the weight of the blade so his movements shouldn't be to hard to follow, I'll have to strike quick and frequent"

Dex held his left hand out and motioned for mullarus to approach, his palms were moist and his adrenaline was pumping, "This should be fun!"

 

[Krux Mullarus]

The 'blade' of his two-handed greatsword-like weapon was only about two inches wide. It was not weighted toward the blade, it was balanced. If used with both hands, it would not be an encumbersome weapon to use. The hilt balanced out with the long blade by being a few inches longer than the hilt of a normal-sized training sword. The pommel was a bit bigger to accommodate the blade's length and keep the weapon balanced.

Mullarus was relieved to hear [member="Dex Torture"] accept his partnership challenge. He gave his greatsword a twirl and held it out before him, between himself and Dex. He would obviously be implementing Form I, though not perfect against a staff-wielding opponent, it would be better than the only other form he knows to use, Form III. Shii-Cho's sweeps would be very effective with the length of this weapon, however.

The young man took a few steps in Dex's direction, holding his weapon vertically in front of his torso, keeping it at a distance where he could move it virtually anywhere in front of him and successfully parry and block. Mullarus felt himself at a disadvantage, however, being how he had never faced an opponent who can strike with a weapon able to strike from two different ends. He was unsure how to combat it, and expected to be humiliated in front of his masters in learning to combat this type of opponent. He called upon the vague memories of watching Dex battle the holographic opponent in the Slave Pits of Lorrd. He did not remember a lot aside from Dex being very fast and twirling his staff often.

He prepared himself.

 

[Isamu Baelor]

Isamu found himself approached by one of the other students. He asked Isamu, quite respectfully, for a duel. A respectful hopeful? He didn't show it, but Isamu was a bit surprised. You don't find many respectful people among the ranks of the hopefuls. Especially those that would be respectful to a non-force user such as himself. "We shall." Isamu said with a slight grin. Isamu took a few steps away from the hopeful, and took his stance. "Well then. Let's see you fight." Isamu said, as he motioned towards the hopeful.

[member="Belgerath"]

 

[Shaddi]

Erebos realized that if he kept going as he did against [member="Darth Mythos"] he'd surely loose and given the lesson he wanted to teach his friend that wouldn't do... not at all. He knew that speed and strength could make all the difference in a duel and a healthy mix of both was the best balance to Erebos's mind at least. He wouldn't take the bait this time and moved so fast he felt his muscles protest against the action but he then stood behind Mythos with his blade pointed or rather angled near Mythos's neck.
"A finer mental focus than you have, Your rage is both your strength and your weakness Mythos. If you keep this up you will not be fit to rule your planet at all, In fact that might be the case even now." He said as he then tapped his blade against Mythos's shoulder but not enough to make the shoulder take any numbness it was a simple show, an implanted thought of him being superior to Mythos with a blade even though he wasn't. In all honesty he, himself hated the fact he had to do this to his friend but he had little choice he had to prime the man up, make his rage so eruptive that it would explode and take control of him... then came the really hard part. As far as this style was concerned at least he knew he was a little better than Mythos but while Mythos could draw on a plethora of Lightsaber styles to use, Erebos could only draw on three and one of the three's variant.. that however didn't minimize his chances as he could also rely on the Stava, Echani and K'thri martial arts for extra support and simply hope for the outcome he envisioned.

 

[Mythos]

Mythos smiled and laughed as his final attack was dodged and yet again Erebos desisted in the attack placing himself behind him speaking as again Mythos held his hands in the Shi-cho form of Lightsaber combat, not one he was especially great at but one that he knew the basics of and was adept as, Thanks to Erebos for pointing out the Way in droid sparring before they landed in the Mine of Stygium. Mythos smiled knowing exactly what to do. Bending his knees and swiping at insane speed holding the saber to his chest to form a arc that would bring him back to T'zanith face to face and his blade chest distance again. He was getting the hand of Shi-cho, Limiting himself to only using abilities from the style he fought much slower than natural until now, where he understood now what it was used to cover such a large of targets without moving an inch, like a Sarlacc.

Once facing him again he would execute an upwards angled swipe from knees to to his right shoulder and push him back at once and only then take his first step forwards in the form of a massive Flurry of Sideswipes intended to either Disarm or Cut his hand off and give him the edge. The Attacks were given extra power from the hips to try and beat the blade back and give access to the Wrist where just a simple touch cut the hand or disarm the user of his lightsaber. Mythos' anger was a thirst for survival he needed to throw his best every time, he could never try and be sure, he always had to try and push his abilities and himself over every time, to surpass his limits.
[member="Darth Erebos"]​

 

[Dex Torture]

As if on queue, Dex spun his staff diagonally across his torso a few times and into his left hand. "Here I come" he whispered as he flashed towards @Mullarus.

Dex was extremely fast, although Fierrerros looked humanoid they possessed off the charts enhanced animalistic traits. He eyed the monstrous size of the greatsword blade as he quickly neared his opponent, he searched for a weakness as he dodged under it and took aim at mullarus wrist "If I could just knock his hands loose..." he thought as his staff twirled from behind his back and he launched his first disarming sweep towards mullarus right hand, if the attack landed it would certainly loosen his opponents grip of the hilt, in the event that the attack missed Dex continued the spin of the rod making sure that the back of the staff would hand a solid blow to mullarus' neck or shoulder blade area!

[member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]

 

[Belgerath]

Part of the reason Belgerath showed [member="Isamu Baelor"] respect was mainly because he -was- a non force user, or even sensitive. Yet here he was, in these halls, with more grace and refinement then several people in the training room. He did not have the normal arrogant disposition of most sith of 'anything that isn't like me is weak'.

Belgerath gave a quick nod when it was accepted, taking a few steps away from everyone else in the group to not run into other people sparring. Amusing as the incidents that could spiral from it may be, it was not worth mucking up the practice.

When Isamu stopped and motioned for them to start, Belgerath moved forward after a quick moments of pause. He did a simple wide and fast cut, diagonal from Belgeraths top right to the bottom left. It had a good deal of force behind it, but he didn't dedicate himself to the attack, keeping himself back to see how Isamu reacted to the deliberate movement.

Belgerath still moved as before with his ungraceful accuracy. Even if he didn't move in the most effective manners for what he was doing, Belgerath could still hit where he wanted quite well, even if he was a unrefined elsewhere.

[member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Darth Azurea"]

 

[Shaddi]

The sudden movements of [member="Darth Mythos"] caused Erebos to take a step back and then he blocked the first strike with a diagonal block and then the barrage came, one after another he blocked and side stepped away from them. The dance was getting tedious and more than a little tiring but he made sure he would use as little movement as he could to preserve his already dwindling reserves of energy, it wasn't enough to slow him down but he knew it wouldn't be long until the barrage would.
Suddenly one knee buckled a little down from an overhead strike from mythos, the strength he exuded with his rage was immense but nonetheless as much as Erebos didn't want to do this he had to, something told him that weather it was his gut or the force he didn't much care at this point. He couldn't bring his blade to bear in time for another sidelong swing intended for his wrist to disarm him so instead he brought up the other, with the phrik/Duranium alloy of the gauntlet he could block lightsabers with them but he still felt the impact somewhat.
And what an impact it was, his hand turned from a fist into an open hand in a claw like gesture as he felt as if his hand was about to brake from the strike but using it to fuel what came next was easy. Shooting himself up he tried to headbutt Mythos with his own mask and then turn to do the sweep of the Sarlacc in a one-handed overhead arch of motion. Once that was done, an attempt to make a bit more space between them, Erebos jumped into the air and in a somersault he landed a few more steps way from Mythos. His hand was burning with pain and he had to split his focus from Mythos to an application of Curato Salva on his hand to numb the pain just enough to be able to keep using it as he brought both hands to his weapon and held it pointed up into the air with his hands holding it up against his chest as his legs moved into position.
The attempt of a lesson was over now he was angry and a wave of icy cold anger began to emanate from him as he slid his forward facing leg just a couple of millimeters forwards. 'You wanted a show Mythos, I'll give you one.' He thought angrily as he focused his cold anger to a similar level as Mythos's own Burning and raging anger.

[member="Dex Torture"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="Belgerath"] [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Darth Azurea"]

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Darth Azurea held the sword loosely in her hand, as she watched the other students pair off. There was a civility to the entire affair,. but she knew that underneath the polite conversation was a seething competitiveness. All of the acolytes and apprentices wanted to win. There were no shades of grey in these duels. No mercy would be shown. It was not the way of the Sith to be compassionate. And this was something Azurea occasionally struggled with still.

She turned to her shapeshifter friend, the one she met in the Valley of the Dark Lords on Korriban. If he wanted a challenge, she would surely oblige him.

“I will spar with you, Acolyte Itesak, but not until you duel someone who is very dear to me.” She gave the acolyte a cryptic smile. Nothing for these upstarts today would be easy or handed to them on a silver platter.

Itesak would hear a noise coming from outside of the humid, training room. An eerie moan that began as a low growl and escalated into a shriek.
[member="Naga Itesak"] would now see Azurea’s Sith Spawn, the Xilsaga shamble slowly into the room, a horrific female creature, loyal only to the Sith Knight. Darth Azurea walked over to the unfortunate being and shushed her so that she didn’t disturb the rest of the class with her banshee-like wailing.

“You may strike her at any time,” Azurea dared the Acolyte.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her own Apprentice [member="Dex Torture"] attacking [member="Mullarus"] with a disarming sweep. Excellent, she said to him telepathically. Now build up your rage so that it’s as sharp as your blows. Your frustration and anger can fill you with the strength of a rancor if you embrace it and let it flow through you.

[member="Darth Pyrrhus"]

 

[Rapax]

Naga looked over the sith spawn that arrived, it would be interesting...sith spawn fighting another sith spawn......He had his blades ready but did not attack first. The very fact that [member="Darth Azurea"] dared him to strike first caused need for caution...he knew little about what this spawn could do so he prepared what ever defenses his body and mind could conjure. He will beat this sith spawn and then fight its master, This will prove to be interesting.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

[member="Dex Torture"] was very hard to keep track of with his eyes. Once more, Mullarus wished he had some fancy cybernetic eye with optics that allowed him to follow someone as quick as his opponent. All Mullarus knew for certain was that Dex was coming after him, so he performed a simple sweep in front of him to try and keep him at bay. One advantage he had over Dex was his weapon was a bit longer. He could strike from a longer distance.

However, Dex was dexterous. Who knew?

As quickly as Mullarus had launched a defensive sweep, he could tell Dex was making an attempt to disarm him. Thankfully, Mullarus knew how to gain some momentum with this massive weapon he wielded. Using the Force to propel his actions, he swung his weapon around himself, having Dex's disarming strike aimed at his wrists strike nothing but the wind to Mullarus' right, and brought his greatsword around to strike Dex from his right side. The force of Mullarus' spin would add more momentum to the strike, giving it more speed as well. If Dex would block it, it would probably have enough force to still move Dex a couple of steps. If his staff were made of a very weak material, which it likely was not, it might have even shattered it.

While the sheer weight and power of his weapon was massive, Mullarus had yet to utilize his passion in the duel yet. He did not want to lose control of himself, like he seems to do often, and also did not want to hurt Dex too badly.

He couldnt help but wonder if [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] and [member="Darth Azurea"] were watching them.