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Leverage, position, advantage…

Darth Timoris

To err is human, to forgive divine. And I'm no god
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Melori had been taught the basics of saber work back on Corellia. Form I she was familiar with and she knew about the basic moves and the body zones and the rings of defence. But she was far from competent with a saber and knew that had to change.

As her Master and sister had recommended another Sith Lord to teach her the second Form, she readily accepted. And as she walked to the session, she carried a small ball with her that she held three centimetres above her open palm. She’d been practising using the Force every waking moment and the ball allowed for a number of abilities to be used at a moment’s notice.

As if spurred by this thought, she sent it flying using Force Push before calling it back to her using Pull. And then she returned to practising Telekinesis as she made her way to the appointed place.

She glanced around, as she was expecting her sister to be here too – to introduce them and, she suspected, to check out how she performed.

[member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Darth Veles"]
 
Again, Avreet had to deal with someone’s family matters. Instead of unwanted pregnancy of Lady Banshee and the resulting bastard’s irresponsible father that had to be taken care of, this time he’s been called to train a certain sister of a certain someone. He knew very well who he was about to educate in Makashi and possibly a few other things; yet, officially, he had volunteered himself to help a good friend of his, Lady Arcanix, with her apprentice’s training. Darth Veles desperately hoped the young woman to be a competent student, for a change. The Sith Lord’s recent experience with Acolytes were… disappointing. One could easily see not many cared about the Sith Code at all, even less bothered with its interpretation. Still, despite the hardship of having to see the One Sith rot alive into a corpse resembling Dark Jedi, he felt quite excited to meet his friend’s apprentice and sister in one person. Knowing Taeli, her apprentice would become an excellent Sith if the older sister pushed aside her feelings during the training and ruthlessly turned the younger woman into a perfect Sith, a perfect instrument of carrying out the Sith will before becoming a perfect being. Just like Avreet. Just like Grima. Just like Taeli.

Waiting for Lady Taeli and her sister in one of the many training rooms of the Sith Academy, Avreet smiled as he set his gaze upon the young woman and her older sister when the two entered. What surprised him was the lack of eyes, or rather, the lack of violet eyes characteristic for the family. Same with the girl’s hair colour. Were those natural or just a disguise to hide the fact of who she truly was? Undoubtedly, if others discovered her identity, it would most likely ruin the plan put together by Veles and Arcanix. As such, Avreet acted as if he had no idea of who Melori was. Just another Acolyte. In the spacious training room designed for Sith of all ranks to practice their lightsaber skills, even walls had eyes and ears. Maybe for that reason, maybe for another, the room was well lit, leaving only small shadows in the corners where the light radiating from the lamp attached to the ceiling could not reach.

While the light clearly overpowered the darkness in the physical world, if one focused on the Force, it would be possible to sense the exact opposite. Not only because they trained within a Sith Temple; the Dark Side grew in power in the rest of the galaxy as well. Ironically, the ongoing war greatly strengthened the Sith war machine. Every bit of pain and suffering, every death, every drop of love that wouldn’t see a happy ending; it all empowered the Dark Side of the Force, making the Sith stronger. This lesson was going to capitalize on that, shape the Acolyte into a weapon, a scalpel… if Lady Arcanix allowed that, of course. Perhaps she wished to turn Melori into something different.

[member="Melori Raaf"] [member="Darth Arcanix"]
 

Darth Timoris

To err is human, to forgive divine. And I'm no god
Melori considered the Sith Lord in front of her. He was known to her sister and so she trusted in her judgement to select a trainer that would maximise her learning.

As she waited, she reflected on what she’d learned about the Form. It was supposed to be elegant and focused – which played to her physique and mindset, as she lacked strength. It was not her Form of choice, but she knew that her long-term goal required a short-term target and of all the options on offer, it was the most useful. It would keep her alive until she was in a position to learn the necessary abilities to achieve what she wanted.

For she had it all mapped out. Some might call it arrogance – and they would probably be right. Failure was not an option she considered – she’d done enough of that in her first fourteen years. Now was the time for success. Her success. She expected every teacher to find her the best student they had ever had. She would take anything less as a personal disappointment. And she hated disappointment.

So she glanced at her sister and then stepped forward to introduce herself. “I am Acolyte Rae, Melori Rae. You must be Darth Veles. I am here to learn, to be pushed and to succeed. I am sure neither of it is prepared to lose in this endeavour.” Her voice was cold and analytical. She was here to learn, not to make friends.

[member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"]
 
[member="Darth Veles"] [member="Melori Raaf"]

Taeli couldn't stop a half smile forming on her lips as Melori spoke to Avreet. She understood allowing him access to her sister could be potentially dangerous, but it was worth the risk. He was a valued ally and friend to the Sith Lady and her sister would only benefit from the training today.

"Thank you for meeting us, Lord Veles," Taeli said, sighing internally as they had to appear slightly more formal in this regard . . . for now anyways. "My young apprentice here is rather eager to learn the form you and I prefer for dealing with . . . enemies."

She fully intended to mold Melori into a powerful Sith . . . but one that proscribed more to hers and Avreet's way of thinking. Having Avreet do this lesson might help reinforce the understanding of the Sith Code her sister had developed and temper that wellspring of raw emotions within her into something truly worthy of the title of Sith.
 
“Greetings, Acolyte Rae,” the amphibian said, smile vanishing from his expression as his burning amber orbs pierced the young woman, staring deep within her soul through the girl’s eyes. She did not bow! A very good thing! Promising! A true Sith never showed submission by bowing! Repeating her voice within his head, Avreet noted Melori definitely had that Corellian accent, eternally imprinted into her voice just as his own tongue spoke in thick Imperial manner. Her signature was also worth noting; the growing darkness within her could not be denied anymore. Melori had fallen past the point of no return. Now she had two options. Become a Sith or die. Every Sith essentially had this choice during the brutal training. Saying no more to the girl for now, the Sith Lord turned his head to look at his friend, the Sith Lady known as Darth Arcanix. As stunningly beautiful as always, though this time he had no compliment for her.

“It is quite alright, Lady Arcanix,” he stated, his tone calm and polite, something very typical for Avreet when he talked, “I am glad you have allowed me to borrow your apprentice so I could offer some of my wisdom and knowledge to her.” The orange eyes went back towards Melori, studying the young woman for a bit before his lips curved into a dark smile. “Acolyte Rae.” The Sith said, addressing the apprentice as he spun on his heel and turned around, several paces carrying him away before he turned around again to face the young woman, three metres between them.

“What makes you worthy? Why will you become a Sith, you of all Acolytes?” he placed his questions for the woman to think about those, but not before raising his finger to stop Melori from talking. “And before you answer, please, think about it.” This kind and gentle tone that came off his mouth seemed out of place, but there was hidden warning beneath the warmth of his words.

[member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Melori Raaf"]
 

Darth Timoris

To err is human, to forgive divine. And I'm no god
Melori allowed her Master to speak with the Sith Lord. Training had begun and she was an Acolyte rather than a sibling. But whichever persona she wore, she was correct, Melori was very eager to learn.

Her ears pricked up at the mention of being borrowed. Her eyes flashed yellow before returning to her natural blue hue. She was no chattel to be passed from one to the other – but she bit her lip (metaphorically and almost physically) and remained as calm as she could. And as patience was not a gift she was currently blessed with, she wished they’d stop talking and get on with it.

She’d seen Sith and Jedi debate endlessly during duels – the holovids and datacrons were full of them – although the Jedi tended to only show the ones where the Light-siders won. She had no time for that. She was going to let her saber do the talking and savour an opponent’s death – not the sound of her own voice.

And then the question. It felt like being back on Corellia – she was being judged. He counselled her to think but that was, in her mind, to construct an answer, so she spoke immediately, saying what she believed, not what she thought he wanted to hear. It would be the truth and she was prepared to be judged for that.

“A Jedi Master once called me evil. I am not. I am efficient. I will serve my Master and the glorious Sith tradition. I will grow in the darkness and I will gain strength from it. The Jedi think they have tapped the strength of the Force. Yet they ignore the Dark-side. It is their most profound mistake, the deepest foolishness of their Order. They say they do not seek power, yet they have it. I intend to show the Jedi where the true strength lies. I shall devour them.”

“But to answer your question, it is not for me to judge if I am worthy or not. Only a fool would concoct an answer to that question. I am many things but do not count a fool amongst them. If I am worthy, I shall live. If not, I shall die. That is the way of the Sith.” Her voice was impassive, her face neutral and her gaze level.

[member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"]
 
"Jedi are such hypocrites," Avreet commented on the woman's claim of a Jedi Master calling her evil, "They think all of their murders are justified and necessary for the greater good while all other murders are a pointless act of evil. Who are they to say someone is evil and deserves death? I have to ask; who gave them the right to declare themselves the good guys? The Republic and their laws? The Republic uses our Jedi enemies as tools to further their goals, just as Sith further their own. The people? Our people also call the Sith when they need help, when they need to be protected from the Jedi. When Jedi are called to help, they go and what happens? Dozens of dead bodies. Is this how they prove they are better, different? Is this how the good and righteous view peacekeeping? Diplomacy? How many wars do they start through their actions? How many people do they murder in their crusade against all they declare evil? Jedi are not different from Sith if you compare our actions. What matters is the ultimate goal. Judge us not by our methods, for they are the same as those of our enemies, but by what we seek to accomplish. In the end, you will see the Jedi are the plague that needs to be purged." Avreet said, flames of the Dark Side dancing within his eyes as he spoke, his burning gaze piercing Melori's soul.

"Remember, Acolyte," the amphibian said silently, his voice purposely also a whisper to make the Acolyte pay attention.

"Sith do not kill needlessly. They do not kill for pleasure, it is distasteful. Sith do not kill weaker opponents, for it is cowardly and only proves your own weakness, unless the weakling challenges you first, of course. Kill in defence of yourself and those you protect. Kill to achieve a goal. Kill with efficiency and purpose." That was what his Master had told him so many years ago. And even after all that time, Darth Veles followed her words, understanding the wisdom of the old Togruta. He was a true Sith.

"But you are mostly right. If you're not fit enough to be a Sith, you will die. Luckily for you, your Master is a true Sith, unlike those Dark Jedi that call themselves Sith, yet do not follow the Code," the Sith Lord hissed. This Acolyte had to be separated from the fools and their ideas, she had to be trained exclusively by true Sith. Avreet trusted Taeli to give birth to another true Sith. Naturally, the Mon Calamari Sith Lors planned to play his part as well. If everything failed, Melori could always be sent to Lady Zarrah... the greatest of all modern Sith, a unique combination of traditions and fresh ideas, willingness to change and adapt if required
Only the fittest Sith survives.

One.

Two.

Two soundless steps carried him closer to the young woman, his gaze still lockes with the Acolyte, two elegant strides that gave an indication of the Sith Lord truly being a Makashi user. Flawless footwork was one of the signs that made it possible to recognize one.

"Then answer another question of mine, Acolyte Rae," said the amphibian and gave the young apprentice a very nice smile, surprisingly nice, "Why Makashi?" He wanted to hear her say hwr reasons; not that her answer had any decision on his choice of teaching her. She'd be given the basics of the second form no matter what she said, really. If she was to be the future of the Sith, Avreet wanted to offer her whatever support he could.

[member="Melori Raaf"] [member="Darth Arcanix"]
 

Darth Timoris

To err is human, to forgive divine. And I'm no god
Melori couldn’t help but agree with the Sith Lord. Her experience of Jedi was that they were all hypocrites and therefore they all deserved to die. One by one until only one remained. Because she wanted to see her face when she realised all her so-called friends were dead. But that was in the future – first she needed to gain strength.

But she did not agree she was the same as the Jedi, but kept her own counsel for now. She needed to learn and provoking an argument would be counter-productive.

So she continued to listen and considered his words. She would kill the weak, for they deserved to die. But only if it served a purpose. But, as before, she kept her thoughts to herself.

And then he moved towards her. She couldn’t say walked, because that was not a true reflection of his movement – which looked more like he glided to her. And then another question. She fought the urge to roll her eyes and listened. For a saber training lesson, there was a lot of talking going on.

“I aspire to use Juyo, but I lack the physical prowess – at the moment. When I can augment my strength through the use of the Force, I will learn the seventh Form. So I had two choices. The fourth Form or the second. I felt Makashi the best for my present needs. I need to remain alive to learn and this Form will permit me to despatch Jedi who aspire to use a saber but lack my focus. I shall defeat them not with words but with my blade. With my physique and natural balance, the second Form was the only choice.”

She wanted to ask if they would start soon – but held back – for now.

[member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"]
 
[member="Darth Veles"] [member="Melori Raaf"]

"Perhaps you can start soon, Veles?" Taeli asked from where she was watching, an ever so slight tone of seriousness slipping in. Probing her sister and trying to reinforce the lessons Taeli was teaching her was all well and good, but she could feel her sister getting impatient. Note to self, teach Melori the value of patience in a lesson.

"I would leave philosophy lessons for during a clashing of blades or after," she continued, stretching a little. "Quiz her later, or else I'm going to fall asleep over here from boredom."

She was being a bit snarky to her fellow Lord, but she felt it necessary to remind Veles who exactly would be overseeing Melori's philosophical training and other such things.
 
Listening to her explanation, Avreet occasionally nodded, though a disapproving frown formed on his face when the Acolyte expressed her wish to defeat Jedi by sword and not by word. Another brainless brute, then? Avreet gave Taeli a look that could kill, slightly doubting her teaching capability now. Was her sister pampered or taught how to be a proper Sith? Given how much the Sith Lady wished to keep her family together, he wouldn’t be surprised if her training methods were soft. “Then I'd advice you to lie down on a mattress, Lady Arcanix,” Avreet wisely replied to her remark, “That way you won’t get hurt if you fall unconscious out of boredom.”

With that, the Mon Cal unclipped the curved hilt from the belt and ignited his lightsaber with a press of a button and a characteristic hiss of superheated plasma springing to life that followed, its crimson light illuminating his figure. Veles brought the blade up vertically in front of his face, red light radiating from the lightsaber making his eyes appear to glow in the same color as the weapon, before swinging down in Makashi flourish and performing a Makashi salute, illuminating the floor now as he pointed the tip of the blade down alongside his body. “Makashi. Out of all seven forms of lightsaber combat, Makashi is the one most focused on lightsaber duels.” Taking a few steps away from Acolyte Raaf, the Mon Calamari gained some space and pointed the blade in his right hand at her, the tip aiming at the woman’s chest. “As you can see, unlike the other forms, Makashi is mostly one handed style. Other styles have you hold your lightsaber in both hands and relatively close to your body most of the time. By pointing at your opponent as I am pointing at you, you effectively gain increased range of both attack and defence. Now watch my footwork very closely.”

Planting one booted foot in front of the other, the amphibious Sith assumed the stance and with mere two steps, he advanced towards Melori, his weapon arm fully extended as it ripped through the air right next to her left arm. “I can easily close the space between us very quickly by simply placing one leg in front of another in long strides. This is important, as Makashi focuses on finding the right moment to attack, unlike the other forms that are full of senseless swinging. No, Makashi is about waiting for your opponent to make a mistake and then quickly deliver a fatal hit by suddenly closing the distance between you and your opponent by simply moving towards them. See how my arm is still fully extended? I do not need to swing the blade around, I am always ready to attack. All the energy of the lightsaber will be focused into one point as I close the distance and basically impale my opponent.” The Sith tried to explain while showing the moves.

His large eye swivelled and looked at the female Acolyte, “The best defence if either parrying the opponent’s blade, or dodging it. You can try to block and get into a saberlock, though I’d advice against it unless you’re physically strong enough. And by that I mean cybernetic augmentations are almost necessary, as you will be pushing with one hand, your opponent with two. You can use that to your advantage though; your free hand can release Force lightning or Force push at your opponent who will have a very hard time blocking it.”

One step back and he could afford to point the blade at the blonde woman again, still holding the hilt in one hand of a fully extended arm, the tip of the energy beam mere centimetres away from the Acolyte’s chest. “And this is how you dodge by getting out of your opponent’s range. It is the same thing as closing the distance between you and the enemy, only instead of advancing, you move backwards. It is quick and efficient to gain distance. Now, notice the distance between us. Opponents not using Makashi would be unable to hit my body with their lightsabers. I have much greater range and they can only attack either my weapon or my arm, unless they move closer. Now, if I need to protect my arm and lightsaber hilt,” Veles smiled and quickly moved his entire arm back before rapidly stabbing forward again. “This let my opponent swing at my lightsaber without hitting it, and I immediately moved to use this moment to attack. If they target your arm instead,” the Mon Calamari simply let his arm down, the lightsaber was now pointed towards the floor and he took another step back before raising his lightsaber again to aim at the blonde. “This saved my arm and also removed me from my opponent’s range had they decided to press their attack while my blade is not pointing at them. Very useful,” he said, watching the woman.

After speaking, Veles proceeded to flick his wrist, elegantly moving his lightsaber around in various angles, his moves relaxed and yet fast. “As you hold your arm fully extended, use primarily your wrist for moving your weapon from one area of your opponent’s body to another. It is quick, efficient, and does not require much energy at all. As you might have noticed, it allows me to deliver swift and light cuts to my enemy as well. Those are not usually lethal, but they hurt and give you an excellent way of distracting or disarming your opponent if you wish so. Now, to kill your opponent, always use stabs and jabs. Never, ever try to copy the wild sweeps of other forms that many combatants use to cut their opponent in half! Not only it is unethical, but it wastes your precious stamina. A simple stab into the head or chest will effectively kill your enemy with minimal loss of energy.” The Sith Master explained, extinguishing the blade and relaxing his right arm, though not placing the lightsaber hilt back on the belt yet.

“That means you will have an advantage when facing lightsaber wielding opponents. It is clearly superior to other lightsaber forms, though there are some weaknesses. Makashi does not address the issue of blocking blaster bolts, but do not let that fool you; with enough practice, you will be able to deflect shots just fine… especially since you’re going to use two lightsabers,” Veles winked at her, smiling. “Indeed. Being a one handed style, you will practice with both of your hands equally. It is necessary and gives you a chance of survival when one of your hands gets cut off. Once you are proficient, your Master or I will further educate you in a lightsaber technique called Jar'Kai... It usually serves to let practitioners of other styles than Makashi to use two blades at once, but in your case, it will further improve your skill with dual lightsabers. Have you ever heard of Ventress? Possibly the most famous user of this combination of Makashi and Jar'Kai. Look her up in our library.”

Darth Veles paused for a second, knowing this demonstration and all the new information might have been a bit too much for the student. “Do you have any questions so far? Something you’d like to hear again or maybe receive a more thorough explanation of some of the moves?” he asked and gave the young woman a pleasant smile.

[member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Melori Raaf"]
 

Darth Timoris

To err is human, to forgive divine. And I'm no god
Melori sighed audibly, and this time she hadn’t even tried to stop it. Perhaps there was merit in talking Jedi to death, she felt near-suicidal herself already.

But finally he drew his saber and regained her attention. He appeared to be showing off, but then he was good. So she listened and learned. Parrying, dodging, use your free hand, movement, wrist movement, swift and light cuts, stabs and jabs. It all made perfect sense the way he explained it. Efficiency of movement – now there was something she could immediately relate to.

She skipped over the bit where her hand would be cut off but refocused when he mentioned two sabers. And she’d heard of Ventress – knowing she’d opposed Maul once – but decided to review her once the lesson had ended.

“No questions, I tend to learn best by doing. My Master will testify that I expect to be pushed to the limits and will accept correction readily. Can I begin?” Even in speech she was the epitome of terse. No superflous words, she simply said what had to be said and no more.

[member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"]
 
The Sith Lord gave her a nod in an answer. "Of course." The curved hilt found its way from his right hand to his left and the red beam of plasma hummed through the air once more as it's been re-ignited, the amphibious owner of the weapon pointed the searing tip of crimson blade at Melori. Practicing ambidexterity, he was fully capable of wielding lightsabers in either hand, something he hoped the Acolyte intended to learn too in time. His eyes silently judged the distance between them and he nonchalantly took a step back to get more room in between them.

"Attack me, Acolyte Rae," the amphibian ordered and lowered his blade in a downwards swing to have it pointed at the floor, the red almost kissing the marble ground. Placing his left foot slightly in front of the right, he waited to the student to come and strike, the large orange eyes of the Sith Lord still observing the young woman to see her moves, ready to offer an advice if needed.

[member="Melori Raaf"] [member="Darth Arcanix"]
 

Darth Timoris

To err is human, to forgive divine. And I'm no god
Melori looked around and saw some hilts on a nearby desk and gave them a quick peruse. Only one had the curve she’d seen the Sith Lord used, so she chose that. She picked it up in her left hand – her preferred hand – and knew that she would need to practice with both eventually, but for now she needed to use her stronger side.

With a snap-hiss Melori activated the blade. Mirroring the Sith Lord’s previous actions, she brought the blade up vertically in front of her face. The glow coloured her blue eyes but as she pulled the Force to her, they slowly morphed into a yellow hue, with the irises ringed the very crimson of the blade.

She then swept the blade down, and pointed the tip of the blade down alongside her body. She copied his stance, which felt natural to her and then she quite literally danced two steps forward her arm bent before she fully extended it – aiming at the centre of his chest, in a jabbing motion. And no sooner had she done so than she was on the balls of her feet, ready to dance back to avoid his reach.

And throughout it all she remained totally silent.

[member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"]
 
Avreet waited for Melori to get a weapon, noting she took the curved hild she’d found into her left hand. This made him wonder if she truly was left-handed, or simply wanted to do the exact same moves as her teacher. Maybe she wished to start practicing ambidexterity? Avreet did not know, nor he needed to know. What mattered was the Acolyte’s training, her development, her growth. Melori did it for herself, the Sith Lord trained her for the future of the Sith. A better future. She’d be a cure, purging the Dark Jedi plaguing his beloved Order. She and others. True Sith.

Nodding at her after she did the Makashi salute, Avreet remained motionless otherwise, watching her footing as she approached. Melori obviously lacked the grace of long-time Makashi users, but she did a good job at closing the distance swiftly in her dance. Quite a good move for a beginner. Avreet smiled at the young woman as she got within the reach of his lightsabers – the greatest advantage of Makashi meant nothing against another Makashi user – and followed with a jab towards his chest, the largest target. A very deadly strike indeed.

Avreet’s own arm moved up, bringing the blade up and to his left in an arching motion as his plasma blade hit her own from the side, pushing it away with no difficulty, further to the left and negating the attack. One jog backwards and the saberlock was no more while more distance between the two appeared. “I’d advise against going for lethal attacks if your opponent is a Force user and knows about you,” Avreet offered a tip, “Try to hit my legs, knees in particular, or arms. Take away my ability to fight, then finish me with one swift stab through my head or heart.”

Again, he waited for the Acolyte to make her move, the only difference from the previous one being that he had his blade pointed towards her chest. Soon, he’d take a more active stance in combat, for now he just wanted to give her some general tips that came to his mind as he observed the young woman’s style.

[member="Melori Raaf"]
 

Darth Timoris

To err is human, to forgive divine. And I'm no god
Melori asked to be taught as she fought and so she took the advice on board, nodding vigorously as he spoke. She maintained the distance between them and noted how the Sith Lord’s footwork was far more graceful and natural – but then this was her first lesson.

She slowly circled him but noted he kept his blade pointed squarely at her chest. Getting close enough to strike would be a challenge unless she risked being hit back. She feinted to her left, hoping his saber would follow suit before pulling back to the right and pushing his saber to her right before jabbing it at his needs – always on the balls of her feet and ready to skip back as soon as he brought his saber to bear.

[member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"]
 
The Acolyte circled around like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike, deliver a fatal blow to its prey. What if the prey had more experience than the predator though? Knew what to do? Avreet continued to slowly turn as his student walked around, the tip of his crimson blade constantly trained at the blonde’s chest, holding her back least she wanted to impale herself on his tool of death. Both of the combatants knew it would be necessary for Melori to strike, sooner or later, the question was how and when. Avreet remained wary, prepared, as always.

Then her saber moved to her left, his right, towards the side that did not benefit of the protection from his lightsaber. It seemed like she must have chosen to strike at his chest, once again, or perhaps trying to wound his leg? His own blade rushed to meet the Acolyte’s weapon and the two lightsabers kissed again, the strike blocked just as the Acolyte started pulling her blade back to the other side. Avreet did not even know it to be just a feint, but he certainly held the saber lock firmly, not letting the woman escape so easily or allowing her to go for another attack. The perfect physical condition certainly gave Avreet an edge over the Acolyte and he wanted her to know it, be ready if a potential Jedi opponent also possessed greater physical strength.

With no warning, Avreet pulled his arm back, withdrawing his lightsaber from the saberlock, the superheated plasma flashing wildly before he freed his weapon and immediately did the reverse of his last motion; a stabbing move meant to lovingly sign the girl’s weapon hand, immediately followed by the Sith Lord retracting his arm again before doing the same jab, though this one meant for the girl’s right thigh, hoping to catch her before she retreated.

[member="Melori Raaf"]
 

Darth Timoris

To err is human, to forgive divine. And I'm no god
The first indication that something had gone wrong was the searing sensation of pain in her hand and her right thigh. She had no idea if his saber was set at a low power for training or if he’d simply put a hole on her leg – the pain was almost numbing in its intensity.

The red around her irises deepened to a crimson. She grabbed the remaining training sabers off the table with the Force, using her right hand, and hurled them at him. It was not the act of a deranged woman, out of control – but it was instinctive. Even Jedi don’t play by the rules all of the time and he’d already indicated that a free hand meant an opportunity to use the Force, so she used what few tools she had at her disposal right now.

As the hilts were travelling, she stepped to the side of his saber and extended her arm towards his right knee. It wasn’t textbook, but it’s all she had at this stage.

[member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"]
 
The energy beam of his weapon struck its marks, licking the Acolyte’s flesh. It would be a painful experience that might even give the young woman light burns on her skin, but not much more. Avreet had no intention of mutilating Arcanix’ apprentice and turning this tool with potential into a broken toy. Yet, even this pain served its purpose, it wasn’t a needless way of hurting the blonde Acolyte, rather than an educational lesson meant to demonstrate the power of non-lethal strikes aimed at areas that were far from being random targets.

Several training weapons rose within the room, undoubtedly controlled by the Sith Acolyte. It wasn’t hard to note her eyes constantly changing colour, something Lady Arcanix should address, as it indicated the young student had a long way to go before she controlled her greatest enemy – herself. A Sith should always be in control of their emotions! The Mon Cal reacted to it with a frown and a flick of his left wrist. All objects headed towards him suddenly stopped in their flight and fell to the ground with a metallic clink. Before the hilts completed their limp fall, Avreet was forced to deal with the incoming attack. The Sith Lord did nothing to stop the attack. He, however, used the opening. As she stepped to the side of his blade and attacked his knee, her entire body was left defenceless. Soon, Melori could feel the heat of his lightsaber on her neck, the crimson blade just a few centimetres away from delivering what would have been a deadly kiss had this been real combat.

“Congratulations, Acolyte Rae,” Avreet calmly said, taking a step back, feeling the pain in his right leg. “You have destroyed my knee at the cost of your head. What you did gave me a perfect opening. Never bring your lightsaber to one side while your opponent has their lightsaber on the other! You should have distracted me first, make me bring my weapon in a position that would not allow me to exploit your momentary weakness.”

There was another point to be made. “It is also worth noting you would have lost before your last attack – I have taken away your weapon hand and also your footwork by cutting through your thigh, Acolyte. When a Makashi user loses their ability to move swiftly, they lose more often than not,” the amphibian commented, “Other than that, very good for a beginner! Keep it up, Acolyte!” His free hand went for the belt as he unclipped a small medpac, tossing it towards the Acolyte. “Use this to numb the pain if you wish,” the Sith Lord offered kindly, "After you're ready, attack again. And since you have used the Force with your free hand, please, allow me to give you a bit more of boring theory."

Avreet glanced at Taeli and winked before looking back at Melori. "Remember that continuously attacking and distracting your opponent won't allow them to maintaing their focus and use more advanced Force powers. They might manage to use telekinesis here and there, but otherwise they will focus on lightsaber combat. As a Makashi user, you have the advantage of a free hand most of the time. Pull your opponent's legs from under them, slightly tug their arm, push them away,... You are more mobile and capable than those who do not use Makashi. As I have already mentioned, if you see your opponent making a mistake, you don't wait for them to correct it. Spinning around to deliver a strong horizontal cut is a glaring example of a grave mistake. If you find yourself close to your opponent who spins around, and thus shows his back to you,... You know what to do. Just a few steps and a single, precise stab into his completely unprotected back."

[member="Melori Raaf"]
 

Darth Timoris

To err is human, to forgive divine. And I'm no god
She glanced at her hand, her skin was burned and would no doubt scar. She smiled. If this was the worst she’d ever endure, she’d be very surprised. Rather, she saw it as a reminder of the price of failure and she hated failing with a passion.

But she had no time to reflect on that as the Sith Lord easily blocked her moves and then placed a saber to her throat and showed the gulf between them. He then congratulated her, but it felt false praise – she had done nothing really, except earn a scarred hand and a hole in the leg – which was fortunately cauterised – although the smell of burning flesh was nauseating.

She wasn’t aware she’d bruised his leg – but it was cold comfort. She listened to his explanation and nodded at his points. And she ignored the bacta pack. It was a gaping hole, not a scratch, so she decided to put up with it.

She listened to the Sith Lord and as soon as he was finished, she took the guard and repeated the training. She started by putting distance between them, but with only one leg active, she found her movement clumsy and awkward. She circled him again and then simply closed the gap, arm bent, before going for stab at his chest. At the same time she used her right hand to Force Push the Sith Lord’s saber hand away.

[member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"]
 
[member="Melori Raaf"] [member="Darth Veles"]

Taeli cringed a bit as she watched her sister on her first pass of the blade with Veles, and noting the wounds she had received. Oh Veles, she thought with an internal sigh as he gave her sister some praise for what she had done while also launching into another part of his lecture.

She was going to keep her silence, and while observing the fight, she was making notes on a datapad on her sister's performance while also going through her messages.
 

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