Pratiya
Character
Pratiya couldn't tell you how or why she was so good at spinning the hilt between her fingers, she would just shrug. It was one of those party tricks that some people seemed to have learnt innately, though she figured it was from fiddling as a kid. In her lectures as a youngling she would spin the pencil between her fingers over and over and over and over . . .
Now with the firm hilt of a training double-bladed lightsaber in her hand, it felt the same, albeit more awkward. It was certainly longer, heavier and wider, but the same technique applied. Now she spun it in front of the other padawans in her class, and she tried to twirl it around her back only to end up slapping it against her thigh. "Ow!" she croaked, and the others laughed at her misfortune.
She growled and swung the training saber around, trying to swipe the feet under Jakail, but he quickly jumped and bent his knees under his buttocks to avoid being knocked to the ground, but when he came down she was ready to whack him over the back of his head with the other side of the saber. The Rodian padawan rubbed his head and murmured, "Idiot."
[member="Coci Sinopi"]
Now with the firm hilt of a training double-bladed lightsaber in her hand, it felt the same, albeit more awkward. It was certainly longer, heavier and wider, but the same technique applied. Now she spun it in front of the other padawans in her class, and she tried to twirl it around her back only to end up slapping it against her thigh. "Ow!" she croaked, and the others laughed at her misfortune.
She growled and swung the training saber around, trying to swipe the feet under Jakail, but he quickly jumped and bent his knees under his buttocks to avoid being knocked to the ground, but when he came down she was ready to whack him over the back of his head with the other side of the saber. The Rodian padawan rubbed his head and murmured, "Idiot."
[member="Coci Sinopi"]