War Doc
"Although I guess I should start trying to encourage the seeds to grow," she admitted, flashing a wide smile up at Jalen. "Have you done anything like this before?"
"Perhaps similar," Jalen remarked. "I've borrowed the strength of plant life before, but influencing it to grow is a bit new. A similar wheelhouse, I assume."
And then the aura around them went dark. Zaiya noticed it, of course, asking of the Echani in question was someone he knew. While vaguely related to Braze, Jalen didn't know Valor. It gave him very little reason to hesitate on what he was going to do next.
"He most certainly is not," he noted, standing up. "Just one moment, please."
Was his master there? Certainly, but Jalen didn't care. He wasn't just going to sit around and let the fool twist something living to his liking. Jalen had a duty to preserve life as a medic and a healer, and he didn't see any reason to allow such brazen disrespect for life to occur. The young man approached calmly, reaching out to the vines that Valor hoped to use to wrangle his master with and seized control of them, interlocking his mind with the living force. He'd begin to push back the negativity, allowing life to slowly return to the vines. There was no spite. No anger. Only the Force. The vines would, at the very least, dramatically slow in their advance.
"I suggest you stop before you do something foolish," Jalen stated, walking up to and standing near Valor with little concern of any threat he may pose. "If you had any sense in that head of yours you'd realize you're killing your plant. I believe that's the conditions necessary for failure of the exercise. A shame for your first lesson."
He furrowed his brow, tucking his hands into his pockets. The younger padawans didn't need to be overloaded with his frustration, especially ones so susceptible to emotion like Zaiya seemed to be.
"The little ones don't need to bare the burden of your angst."