Lord of Girth
I stood in front of a training dummy. A yellow double bladed lightsaber in my hands. Well actually a training saber. I didn't want to cut the dummy since I only had one of them available. Sweat was flung from my hands and brow as I spun. Delivering a kick followed with a twirl of the lightsaber to deal four strikes in rapid succession. While I had been practicing Shi-cho with my Master Cordel, I wanted to learn more. In the past few fights that I have had, My downfall was my saber practice. I knew that I would always stay force eccentric. Very powerful in the force, I had been told that my energies were raw, and uncontrolled. I needed to learn how to contain what was inside.
Through the force, I was powerful. But through the saber, I was weak in comparison. hardly able to do the basics of Shi-cho, I wanted to learn something more.... aggressive. Maybe? or instead a more tactful approach. I had a slight understanding that there were other forms of lightsaber combat. but which one I wanted to learn, was the hard decision.
I was interested in Makashi, sushi, or whatever it was called. being very precise and accurate. letting me take on a lightsaber wielder with ease. I thought at my saber came around to uppercut the dummy chin, sending it into the air, followed by my yanking it down to the ground with the force, only to be smacked by a twirl of the lightsaber into a wall off to my right.
I shook my head as the dummy head fell to the ground at my feet. Apparently I had hit it hard enough to break it's head off and send the rest of it flying. I shook my head. I needed control over my emotions. I let my head dip down and my eyes close as I breathed in and out to allow a rest. Sweat dripped from my chin as I had been practicing for hours. I stood there with bruises, and burns caused by the training saber. Smacking myself a few times came with how I was practicing. I hurt. Lets just put it like that. I hurt.
I wore pants that were cut at the knees. allowing to have some form of shorts. While I had been allowed to have clothes from my master, after I would pay back for them. I declined. wanting to earn my own way in this world. Despite this, I was shirtless. allowing my left arm to be shown to the world. I care not of the people who stayed away from me. I care not how they thought.
but on the inside, I just wanted someone to notice. Maybe help me. even if I would try to decline them.
Through the force, I was powerful. But through the saber, I was weak in comparison. hardly able to do the basics of Shi-cho, I wanted to learn something more.... aggressive. Maybe? or instead a more tactful approach. I had a slight understanding that there were other forms of lightsaber combat. but which one I wanted to learn, was the hard decision.
I was interested in Makashi, sushi, or whatever it was called. being very precise and accurate. letting me take on a lightsaber wielder with ease. I thought at my saber came around to uppercut the dummy chin, sending it into the air, followed by my yanking it down to the ground with the force, only to be smacked by a twirl of the lightsaber into a wall off to my right.
I shook my head as the dummy head fell to the ground at my feet. Apparently I had hit it hard enough to break it's head off and send the rest of it flying. I shook my head. I needed control over my emotions. I let my head dip down and my eyes close as I breathed in and out to allow a rest. Sweat dripped from my chin as I had been practicing for hours. I stood there with bruises, and burns caused by the training saber. Smacking myself a few times came with how I was practicing. I hurt. Lets just put it like that. I hurt.
I wore pants that were cut at the knees. allowing to have some form of shorts. While I had been allowed to have clothes from my master, after I would pay back for them. I declined. wanting to earn my own way in this world. Despite this, I was shirtless. allowing my left arm to be shown to the world. I care not of the people who stayed away from me. I care not how they thought.
but on the inside, I just wanted someone to notice. Maybe help me. even if I would try to decline them.
