Aya Clarke
Lady Clarke, Saint of the Crimson Eagle
A peak, but not the summit.
Aya sighed as she lowered her lightsaber, letting her sparring partner for the day take a rest. She had long since peaked with her ability it felt, set back by a time recovering from a Force induced coma, but not indefinitely. To remove more than a decade of hard practice, ingrained ability, natural affinity... it was no small task. Such things would not be erased from a few days unable to pick up a blade, and quickly Aya had again reached the peak she could with those available.
With those like her.
She hardly broke a sweat when dueling with non force users, it felt rare to meet one who spent as much time as her with the sword to pose a challenge. That or they all held back, whilst she did not, but she felt a few at least had to be like her. Giving it her all. Yet even then they couldn't pose more than a slight delay between bouts. A curse she felt, she spent so long fighting these men and women couldn't keep up.
And yet she wanted more.
There was little challenge anymore, outside of Jedi, Sith. The like. [member="Darth Metus"] was her official teacher, the one who gave her a blade to wield. But he was not exactly one who had much free time. Nor did she bother the Knights Obsidian, not even her friend [member="Lace Vi'dreya"], who she knew for certain would love to spar. Ignoring the fact Lace had her own duties, she likely would not hold back, and her Force sensitivity was strong enough that Aya stood little hope as it stood. At least, so she felt.
She wasn't aware of her potential.
Changing that would be the job of [member="Krest"], if he saw what she could be.
Aya sighed as she lowered her lightsaber, letting her sparring partner for the day take a rest. She had long since peaked with her ability it felt, set back by a time recovering from a Force induced coma, but not indefinitely. To remove more than a decade of hard practice, ingrained ability, natural affinity... it was no small task. Such things would not be erased from a few days unable to pick up a blade, and quickly Aya had again reached the peak she could with those available.
With those like her.
She hardly broke a sweat when dueling with non force users, it felt rare to meet one who spent as much time as her with the sword to pose a challenge. That or they all held back, whilst she did not, but she felt a few at least had to be like her. Giving it her all. Yet even then they couldn't pose more than a slight delay between bouts. A curse she felt, she spent so long fighting these men and women couldn't keep up.
And yet she wanted more.
There was little challenge anymore, outside of Jedi, Sith. The like. [member="Darth Metus"] was her official teacher, the one who gave her a blade to wield. But he was not exactly one who had much free time. Nor did she bother the Knights Obsidian, not even her friend [member="Lace Vi'dreya"], who she knew for certain would love to spar. Ignoring the fact Lace had her own duties, she likely would not hold back, and her Force sensitivity was strong enough that Aya stood little hope as it stood. At least, so she felt.
She wasn't aware of her potential.
Changing that would be the job of [member="Krest"], if he saw what she could be.
