Atrina
New Member
Truth be told, it had been some time since Atrina had locked blades with a foe versed in lightsaber combat. Most of her time in recent years had been knocking away blaster bolts and cutting through security droids, fighting against inefficient or inexperienced fighters with no appreciation for the art of dueling. When she came to the Dominion, there was a new beginning ahead of her, as cliche as that sort of thing was. But with that, brought the danger of combat- and though her position as a Shadow meant avoidance of combat was preferred, knowing would be preferred to not.
Atrina held the training saber at her waist while she shut off her senses, a short meditation before the training session ahead. It was slightly heavier than her own, and it felt almost alien. But if a Jedi couldn't adapt, how dare she consider herself a Shadow.
"Well, [member="Jairdain"], ready for a little friendly saber dancing?"
Atrina held the training saber at her waist while she shut off her senses, a short meditation before the training session ahead. It was slightly heavier than her own, and it felt almost alien. But if a Jedi couldn't adapt, how dare she consider herself a Shadow.
"Well, [member="Jairdain"], ready for a little friendly saber dancing?"