The Blood Hound
"You mean Psychometry?" Madalena asked, "I've read about it before, it just seemed like something too advanced for me to try out yet. I'm better with the physical and blood related stuff rather than the mental ones." She nodded to the rest. Learning from experience. It made sense in more ways than one, but she wasn't sure she wanted to remember where each scar was from anyway. Not everything was worth remembering.
"They sound a lot like a bunch of Sith Warriors," she said with a smile as Cardinal explained about the Sandali. "Which world was that?" If the clan existed, or at least existed when Cardinal was already born and spent his earlier years, it sounded like one worth visiting as well.
"So the spear is close-range," Madalena nodded, feeling the weight of it again, following Cardinal's movement with her eyes. "No javelin-like tossing." Carefully, she put to memory what he was doing, how the spear moved in his hands until it was close to her throat. He was right. She hadn't expected that.
The grin on the Sithling's face went wide. While the focus was on their spears and hands, she shot her leg out, aiming to kick Cardinal behind the knee to unbalance him, and tossed the spear from her left arm into the right. It paid to be ambidextrous. While she doubted she would actually land a hit, especially so soon, she was still careful. The point was training, not stabbing your boss.
Mid-motion, she realized she still had to adjust to the length. While it was a short spear, it was still a spear, and longer (and lighter) than the swords she usually carried. The point of the spear wasn't anywhere in position to cause any actual sort of damage, though its grip length was good enough for more than a few dry hits. Or at least would be, if she could any through.
[member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]
"They sound a lot like a bunch of Sith Warriors," she said with a smile as Cardinal explained about the Sandali. "Which world was that?" If the clan existed, or at least existed when Cardinal was already born and spent his earlier years, it sounded like one worth visiting as well.
"So the spear is close-range," Madalena nodded, feeling the weight of it again, following Cardinal's movement with her eyes. "No javelin-like tossing." Carefully, she put to memory what he was doing, how the spear moved in his hands until it was close to her throat. He was right. She hadn't expected that.
The grin on the Sithling's face went wide. While the focus was on their spears and hands, she shot her leg out, aiming to kick Cardinal behind the knee to unbalance him, and tossed the spear from her left arm into the right. It paid to be ambidextrous. While she doubted she would actually land a hit, especially so soon, she was still careful. The point was training, not stabbing your boss.
Mid-motion, she realized she still had to adjust to the length. While it was a short spear, it was still a spear, and longer (and lighter) than the swords she usually carried. The point of the spear wasn't anywhere in position to cause any actual sort of damage, though its grip length was good enough for more than a few dry hits. Or at least would be, if she could any through.
[member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]