My Kind

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Soresu used by a master was impenetrable, and Tionne seemed to be the right idea. Fortunately, Vapaad was not as easily countered as the other offensive forms. It relied as much on brute strength as it did elegance. Its strokes could not be repelled in the same manner as a warrior specializing in Juyo - the force saw to that. It guided Cyril rather than simply influenced him. Yet still, everywhere his blade fell, Tionne's was already there. He was beginning to grow annoyed.

"What is it you see exactly?" He challenged, amusement lacing his words as their blades clashed. His eyes were locked on Tionne, but his faculties were elsewhere. He could not simply break her defense; he would have to rely on the force to do that. And so he did.

When the blades broke off from one another, he thrust out a hand. A wave of telekinetic power flowed from his fingertips intended to send Tionne reeling. Then he charged, successful or not, his lightsaber darting forward to find an opening in her defense. Of course, his weapon was on a lower setting. Thanewulf wasn't going to be skewered by the weapon.

"Explain your interest," he pressed, partly to distract, and partly to purely ask the question. There was the prophecy, yes, but things had become...more than that. It was difficult to put to words.


[member="Tionne Thanewulf"]

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

The telekinetic blast hit its mark, destabilizing Tionne's defensive stance. She had no effective ways of countering an attack of such magnitude. Once he charged forward, the redhead lost her barring and tipped over and to the side, with Cyril flying past her like a human projectile. His blade slid against her shoulder, instantly charring both the cloth of her shirt and her epidermis. Thanewulf let out a muted grunt, instinctively sending a fist flying into his jawline as he flew by. The hit was administered in proper Teras Kasi manner, despite lacking full physical impact Grayson was renowned for. Only a second later the redhead realized she hit the man who held her close the entire night, with face burried in her russet hair. Her lips opened to utter an apology, but the Jedi woman stopped herself. No. He cheated first. Was her proficiency in Form III really so annoying?

The way he lost his patience was adorable in a way. When you were Cyril Grayson, very few Jedi were your match in combat. Tionne's Soresu was exceptional. Some praise would be in order, instead of a dirty trick that ended in injury. He wasn't being fair, but the redhead did not complain. Instead, she ruminated over his question, the burning sensation in her shoulder proving to be the kind of distraction he was aiming for.

"What was supposed to happen, happened." she said plainly, hand pressed against the burn, but still not disigniting her blade. They were far from over.

"And it will continue happening. Until the end of our days. That's what the seer saw." the ginger-haired female said, her reply void of any sort of romance. How could she tell him her heart skipped every time he flashed that signature smile of his, right after Cyril had deliberately injured again? This time it served no real purpose, other than to serve his ego obsessed with winning.
"Ow." Tionne winced, pouting her lips.

[member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

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"That's rather bleak."

The Jedi Master doused his lightsaber and clipped it to his belt. The weapon had felt different to use once again -- odd. His mother had put it to good use in the old wars before she resigned herself to pacifism. The weapon was designed for such intricate forms as Vaapad, but it was less than satisfactory in the common fields. Perhaps he'd been too drawn up in it to see the truth?

"There's more to it than that," he mumbled, relinquishing the duel. They would continue later when the sun fell below the mountains. She could rely on the force rather than her eyes then, and truthfully, he had other things on his mind. Distraction was dangerous, and even with the power settings low on their weapons, they could still cause real harm to one another.

"Let's stop for now, alright? We can tackle your training with clearer heads later." His gaze fell to her wounded arm. It was nothing serious, and the cut would heal shortly, but it concerned him nonetheless. It shouldn't have.

"The shower is yours. I want to show you some of the untouched parts of the forests later, if you'll allow me." He gave her a final look, and slipped inside. He needed a moment to consider his thoughts.

[member="Tionne Thanewulf"]

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

Cyril was concerned about the wrong things, as usual. His ego was once again more important that simple praise for the sole thing Tionne was good at. The fact that there was nothing regarding Soresu he could've taught her further had fried his circuits. Grayson spent a lifetime being better than most. Even the most humble of Jedi would've nurtured an ego under similar circumstances. And there he was, genuinely worried their bedding was nothing but a physical manifestation of carnal desire. Once he was back inside, Tionne spoke quietly, mostly to herself.

"Aye, there is more to it, but you are too blind to see it, Cyril." Despite burning sensation still chaffing against her senses, the Jedi woman managed to smile faintly as she gazed back towards the cottage -
"You are just the way she described you. And better."

As instructed, Thanewulf made her way back inside and directly into the shower and turned on the hot water. Clothes were removed, but there was no sign of Grayson. Then, an arm snaked around her waist and heavy breath grazed her neck. Cyril. She closed her eyes and leaned backward, falling into his arms once again.

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Some half an hour later, Grayson applied a bacta patch to her lacerated shoulder, merely not to risk any sort of infection. A surface burn at best, much worse consequences avoided by toning down power of Cyril's saber.

"Alright, I'm ready." the Hapan announced upon fully dressing herself, this time in a pair of white pants and a matching white shirt. From her shoulders draped her white cloak, hood now pulled over her head.
"There is something worth seeing on this planet, other than you?" the woman said, intending it as the subtlest of compliments.

[member="Cyril Grayson"]