It is never enough [Training]

[Deisa Vesz]

[member="Silas Mantis"]

One...two...three The sequence repeats itself over and over again. Deisa moved the beskad as quickly as possible, covering three spots against the attacks of an imaginary foe but it was not fast enough, it wouldn't be fast enough if she were in a real fight... Left ankle, right arm, right calf... Three spots that were hard to reach for her due to the straining the movement caused her, the pain that shot from her left side every time she moved but she kept on, she had decided pain was not a reason to stop. It was something that every living being would have to endure at a given time in their lives. Even so, Deisa knew that through practice she would overcome those weaknesses and outdo herself and maybe others. After all, no one would ever be good enough, just better than before. Her beskar'gam allowed her to move fast and with agility, she and her father had designed it for it to adapt to her swift way of combat and keep her protected at the same time. The mando'ad kept on delivering fast, precise blows at the air, striking and blocking as though her attacks where returned, maintaining her concentration.

 

[Silas Mantis]

Across the room, the younger of the Mantis brothers also trained. The training droid he now circled held up it's training blade, attempting to mimic a Sith warrior as it barreled across the mat at the Mandolorian teenager. He reacted fast, dropping low he rolled to the right of the droid which stepped past him giving him the ability to strike at it's exposed back. One of the tomahawks came loose from his side and planted itself firmly where the base of the spinal column would be if it were humanoid. The droid crumpled and fell as he wretched the weapon free, just in time to slam it into the 'throat' of the machine. It made for good practice, but another Mando would be better.

[member="Deisa Vesz"]

 

[Deisa Vesz]

After several minutes passed by she finally stopped repeating the sequence once she was pleased with the results. It still was not the best she could do, she knew she was far more faster than that but she had learned the hard way to not push herself so much unless she wanted to hurt herself even more. She took out her helmet, revealing the golden locks that covered her head and her facial features. Her light-green eyes caught sight of another Mandalorian who was also training, and observed him for a minute before an idea came to her mind. She could learn form him as he could learn from her, sparring did sound as a good idea. She awaited for the moment in which the training droid was defeated and walked towards the mando'ad, grabbing her helmet with her left and as the other one held the same beskad with which she was practicing moments ago, "Su cuy'gar, vod. Ner gai cuyir Deisa" She greeted and presented herself in Mando'a before smiling, "Would you like to spar with me?" The blond haired young woman asked, hoping Silas' answer was positive.

[member="Silas Mantis"]