Faction [NJO] Momentum and Mastery

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Clothes, Earring, Bangle
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

Aadihr watched as Corazona von Ascania and Kuhbee paired off to train, happy that the Padawan had found a new partner to train with.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief. Aadihr's problem with speeding himself had always been the opposite of the caution the grandmaster gave - speeding his mind and thoughts came easily, but his body and movements never quite kept up. He just want that well connected with his body to the force, he presumed.

Except for when...

The burn on his arm, only just beginning to show signs of scarring over after months, flared slightly with pain.

Except when he lost control of his emotions. A price for power not worth paying. The flash of pain warned him that something he wasn't quite aware of was bothering him. His eyeless gaze searched for danger, but everyone here was familiar, safe, he was among friends. Why did he feel like he was in danger? Why did his pulse quicken and breath shorten?

Then he spotted a familiar aura, the source of his anxiety.

Jo'Han Felcado - brother of his master. Why had he returned? Where has he been? Was he here for Aadihr? No, he wouldn't be. He wasn't cruel, he wasn't Luka. Though he had helped in training him in the past.

Aadihr's arm ached. Aadihr though he had recovered from his youth but, as he had been learning, avoidance only delayed the issue.

It seemed he found a sparring partner after all.

Aadihr pause before approaching, taking a breath to steady himself. Was this a good idea? Did he harbor subconscious aggression to Jo'Han? Perhaps. But Aadihr was no longer a child and the trials of the past year have hardened him, for better or worse.

"You seek a partner to train with, Felcado?" Aadihr had not intended to spit out the name with venom, like an insult. He bit his tongue before he could speak what would have come next: or do you seek someone smaller than yourself to humiliate?

Aadihr's arm flared with pain, growing in heat. This wasn't normal, and rationally, Aadihr was aware of this, but there larger share of his psyche wanted to keep Jo'Han away from the others, blaming him for the crimes of his sister.

"You were certainly quick to flee when word of you Luka got out. Want to test out your speed, or are you starting to grey already?"

Jo'Han Felcado | OPEN​

 

[Anavi Vandala]

"Force Speed is what we call a Control ability — meaning it isn't about reaching outward, sensing the world around you. Instead, it's about tapping into yourself. You channel the Force through your body, augmenting not just your muscles, but your reflexes, your perception, even your thoughts."

Anavi was about to comment on the staff when the Grandmaster started speaking so all hushed to listen. This sounded dangerous even if you did it for too long or if you were not controlled at all.

She turned to the other padawan, a little nervousness in her eyes. "Do you want to go first?"

Reina Daival

 

[Reina Daival]

Location: New Cov Temple
Objective: Train
Tags: Anavi Vandala​

"Hm? I guess I can try it out. Yeah."

Reina took in a deep breath. Focusing on herself and the Spirit flowing through her. Don't rush ahead. She had to think this through. Think a few steps ahead of everything. Don't think about where she was going to be in one step. Think about where she was going to be in a series of steps. Her eyes took in her surroundings as she tried to figure this out.

And so she tried. Letting the Spirit rush through her to let her move swiftly. It was an experience that was familiar to her now that she thought of it. It was like back on Keshi, when she had rushed to save that old man. When she had rushed into-

Her thoughts were cut short as she smashed into the tree ahead of her. Ah. Yes. Like when she had rushed into the Mandalorian and broken her shoulder...Reina chuckled to herself, before swiftly brushing herself down checking to make sure everything was okay...Yup! No broken bones this time.

 

[Jo'Han Felcado]

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"You seek a partner to train with, Felcado?"

Oh.

Oh no.

The blind kid definitely held a grudge.

This was a trap. Either you lost to the blind guy or you won - and become the dude who beat up a blind guy... again.

With a sigh Jo'Han started to reply, "Listen, man, I'm sorry about how things turned out, if I'd have known at the time-"

"You were certainly quick to flee when word of Luka got out. Want to test out your speed, or are you starting to grey already?"

That was not the Padawan he knew. Or met a few times, at least. The blind guy winced and flexed their left hand, wrapped in bandages. Something about that irked Jo'Han, but he couldn't quite place why.

"It's not what I came here to do, but if that's the way you want to be, fine."

Force speed was no issue for Jo'Han, just tiring if overused.

"If you're feeling up to it, try and land a hit or two, let's see if you got any faster running away from the Order, I won't even need my saber for this."

Definitely not because he lost his Lightsaber when he was captured and hasn't retrieved it yet. If he remembered right, Luka's Padawan severely struggled in the ring. A pike would be easier to disarm than a traditional lightsaber anyway.

Then again, Luka had been training him. Maybe he had hit his stride in the last few years of his tutelage.

Jo'Han waited for Aadihr's start, then dashed in with Force-emboldened speed, feinting a tackle only to divert into a semicircular path to try to get behind Aadihr, kicking up a cloud of dirt from the sudden blur of speed.

Aadihr Lidos | OPEN to intervention

 

[Braze Kai'el]

TAGS: Aadihr Lidos Drystan Creed Jo'Han Felcado

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Braze, who was auditing the class, kept a close eye on both students and instructors, carefully observing their interactions. He picked up on the tension almost immediately, his attention sharpening at the words exchanged. Some of what he heard took him aback—echoes of a similar instance came to mind, when Roman Vossari and Aris Noble had a brief scuffle in a different lesson.

Curiosity piqued, he padded closer to the confrontation. This was different.

By all rights, Braze was a newly minted Knight, still finding his footing in his new station. It wasn't exactly his place to dictate proper Jedi conduct to those older than him, let alone reprimand them. The hierarchy was what it was, and inserting himself where he had no authority could easily backfire.

Still, something in him compelled him forward. He didn't have all the details—acting without proper assessment would be reckless. So, he simply watched, gauging the situation, waiting to see how things might unfold.

And, really… of all Jedi, Braze was hardly the one to lecture anyone about bullying their brothers-in-arms.

 

[Drystan Creed]

NEW COV

From behind Braze, the thick jungle shrubbery rustled. The sound stilled for a breath—then, with a heavy thud, a large figure landed beside him.

Drystan.

Crouched from his landing like a feline poised to strike.

He had a habit of making memorable entrances, but this time, it wasn't just his arrival that drew attention.

Gone was his usual attire. Instead, he was clad in the jungle itself.

Boiled hide straps wrapped his frame, a fur skirt hanging from his waist—its origins unmistakable, likely skinned from the same predator whose massive fanged skull now crowned his head. Leaves adorned his shoulders, blending him with the wild. His feet were bare, and his torso, a breathing map of old scars, was fully exposed. A sheathed knife, its blade carved from a massive fang, was strapped across his chest in a makeshift holster.

He looked less like a Jedi and more like something born from the jungle itself.

"Oh, hey," Drystan said, voice casual. "Just finished up a camping trip. What's going on here?"

His gaze drifted past Braze, locking onto the heated spar between Aadihr and Jo'Han.

Jo'Han rushed behind Aadihr for a tackle—only to catch a sharp, no-look jab from the pike that cracked against his face.

The fight raged on, but something about it was off. Wrong.

Sparring was one thing. This? This was personal.

Jo'Han wasn't just pressing an advantage—he was breaking through, his strikes carrying the intent to hurt, to maim. This was no longer a lesson. It was punishment.

Drystan's eyes narrowed, the sharpened glint of a predator flashing behind them.

Then, before another punch could land, he moved.

A blink.

A blur.

By the time Jo'Han swung, Drystan was there.

The older knight's fist connected, striking him square in the jaw—

But Drystan didn't budge.

The only thing that fell was the bone helmet, clattering to the ground, revealing matted black hair. His face was also marked, a large swathe across the upper half, shrouding his already dark gaze with black paint.

His glare bore into Jo'Han, unwavering. Fists clenched, as they bordered in to trembling.

Waiting.

Daring him to take another shot.

Aadihr Lidos Braze Kai'el Jo'Han Felcado

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery stood near the training grounds, arms loosely crossed as her sharp, fiery gaze scanned the students. After giving her instructions, she had taken a step back, allowing them to practice while she observed. Force Speed was a powerful tool, but like all abilities, it required finesse and control.

Her attention lingered on Vera and Ben Khal for a moment. Then, Vera lunged. Too fast. Too much momentum. She barely had time to correct herself before— Crash. Valery's lips twitched as Vera collided into Ben, both of them tumbling to the ground in a heap of tangled limbs. A sheepish smile pulled at the corners of her lips, amusement flickering in her eyes as she watched her daughter awkwardly try to untangle herself.

"Well…" she mused under her breath, shaking her head slightly. "That's one way to close the gap."

Then, Garric's voice pulled her attention back.

Valery chuckled softly, finally shifting her focus away from Vera's accidental tackle to respond.

"They are," she agreed, glancing around at the other students. Some were catching on quickly, while others were stumbling their way through the mechanics. Exactly as expected. "The usual mistakes for a first lesson. Some are overcommitting, some aren't channeling enough energy, and others…" Her eyes flicked briefly back to Vera and Ben, still recovering from their fall. "Well, let's just say some need to work on their balance."

Her smirk deepened, but there was nothing but warmth behind it. The students were learning, and that's what mattered.

Garric Wrennar​

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Clothes, Earring, Bangle
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

Felcado spun behind Aadihr, but the Miraluka's capacity for Force Speed mentally had him already jabbing with the unlit pike behind himself to intercept Jo'Han with a brutal thrust connecting with his head - but as quickly as Aadihr pulled that off, Jo'Han had already retaliated crashing into Aadihr with fists until a third party put them self in harms way to stop Jo'Han's next blow.

The older knight's fist connected, striking him square in the jaw—

But Drystan didn't budge.

Drystan's intervention drew an abrupt confusion from Aadihr - the Miraluka's left arm scorched, eager to strike at the Jo'Han...

But Drystan had come to his aid, yet Aadihr had picked this fight. Aadihr took a steadying breath, stifling the blood running hot.

Among the lessons were friends, Braze Kai'el and Azurine Varek already taking note, ready to protect Aadihr - Felcado was outnumbered, and Aadihr had put turned a the situation hostile to Jo'Han.

The Shadow's attire only drew brief attention as the change in his aura from their last shared deployment.

Aadihr tossed his staff aside. He ought apologize, but for now it was enough just to try to center himself.

Drystan Creed | Jo'Han Felcado | Braze Kai'el | Azurine Varek​

 

[Vera Noble]

New Cov

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Tag: Ben Khal

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Vera had fought through intense sparring sessions, grueling training drills, and more close calls than she cared to admit. But none of them — not a single one — prepared her for the sheer level of awkwardness that followed the very ungraceful moment when she crashed into Ben Khal. She barely had time to brace before impact. One second, she was moving in for a strike, and the next?

BAM.

Vera landed right on top of him.

Her body collided with his, knocking the air from his lungs as they tumbled to the ground together, his back hitting the soft earth with a muted thud. Her hands instinctively pressed against his chest to steady herself, but that only made it worse. Because now? Now she was looking straight down at him.

Way too close.

For a second, Vera didn't move. She froze — her face hovering inches from his, her brain short-circuiting like an overloaded droid. His eyes were right there, staring back at her, wide with shock. Her breath hitched, her heart slamming against her ribs as heat flooded her cheeks.

Oh no.

Oh no, no, no.

Her face burned bright red.

"Uh—" Vera's voice failed her, caught somewhere between mild horror and complete mortification. She snapped upright so fast that it was a miracle she didn't fall over again, pushing herself up on shaky arms until she was kneeling over him and carefully getting off of him. The silence stretched. Her mouth opened — closed — opened again. No words. Just embarrassment.

Finally, she forced herself to move, her hands leaving his chest to help him up instead. Because oh stars, anything to fix this situation faster.

"I—uh—" she stammered, clearing her throat, "I'm fine! Totally fine. Great, actually. Not embarrassed at all." A nervous laugh slipped out as she quickly looked away. Her embarrassment momentarily pushed aside, her brows furrowed.

"But are you okay?" she asked, her voice quieter now, concerned.

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[Jo'Han Felcado]

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His glare bore into Jo'Han, unwavering. Fists clenched, as they bordered in to trembling.

Waiting.

Daring him to take another shot.

The fight was interrupted by another, skull mask causing a more painful connection with Jo'Han's fist than expected.

Jo'Han dropped down to normal speed, shaking out the pain of his hand.

"Dank Farik, what-"

The defiant look in the face of the other Jedi. Was oddly familiar. One he had seen as another Padawan.

"By the chancellor's choobies, you're all grown up too, thief kid- er, uh.. Dr... Dunstan?"

He looked around, noting the various eyes taking notice. His pride got the better of him, and Aadihr got a rise out of him.

He tossed his hands in the air and took a few steps back - "Okay, okay, I can read a room."
Kark it Luka, what did you do? Where did you run off to?

"Listen, I get it - I can tell I'm not exactly welcome. I just want to ask, has my sister reached out to you? Do you have any clue where she could have run off to?"

The eyeless glare from the Miraluka answered his question and then some.

"Alright, alright. Good strike with that stick by the way," he said, stretching out the pain in his jaw as he tried to diffuse the situation.

"That's all I really needed to ask. Though I'm still warned up if you're looking to test your speed, Drumstick, er, Drystan?" Perhaps if he could engage with another, the Lidos boy would have. A chance to cool down. He never knew the boy to have a temper like that.

Kark it Luka, why did you run?

Drystan Creed | Azurine Varek | Braze Kai'el

 

[Ben Khal]

Ben let out an uncomfortable grunt as Vera braced her hands against his chest, putting her weight on his ribs. She seemed to freeze up after the fall, whether from shock or embarrassment. "Uh, Vera," he rasped, trying to urge her to get off him as politely as possible. "Please?..."

"Uh—"

She sat up. Ben breathed a little sigh of relief as her weight was lifted from his chest. But now she was awkwardly kneeling over him, and for whatever reason she seemed to be dragging out the process of removing herself from him completely. Ben remained limp beneath her even as he began to feel the ugly sting of humiliation.

Finally she stood up and offered him a hand. Ben took it, rising to his feet, brushing pieces of dirt and grass off his robes.

"I—uh—I'm fine! Totally fine. Great, actually. Not embarrassed at all. But are you okay?"

"Fine," he muttered. He might have some mild bruising on his chest, but that was it. Yet for all that it had been only an accident, neither one of them was willing to look the other in the eye now. "Good spar," he added after a few moments of tense silence, bowing respectfully in her general direction.

Vera Noble​

 

[Everest Vale]

Something started to brew between the two Padawans. Something undeniably gremlin-like mischievous. Giddy, bright red from laughter, Eve grinned at her Zabrak companion as she proposed a challenge to her. Her confidence was high enough to accept, which she was too excited to even be surprised by, and she gave her an enthusiastic nod. Using the side of her shoe, she marked a simple line in the dirt to symbolise the start and finish line.

"Let's do it!"

Eve consciously let herself calm again, and made herself breathe; deep, slow and mindful. She once again let the gentle hum of Light hone in to her legs, spiralling and empowering the minute details of her feet and toes. She couldn't explain it, but it felt positively warm against her skin, as if she was standing in a hot spring at home again. She turned to Azzie, and their eyes locked.

"Okay... Three... Two... One... Go!"

She stepped forward, and that familiar churn of her stomach returned, the recognisable blur of the edges of reality. This time she was ready for it; aware, awake and alive. She was focused, and even though she knew she was moving at an undeniable speed, things seemed to move in slow motion at the same time, as if her own awareness had rapidly sped up to meet her new motion.

The hedge came to her and she twisted herself around it with a growing control, though it felt like trying to steer a ship against a storm with the friction of the world pushing against her. The impromptu finish line inched closer and closer, and Eve felt a surge of excitement overcome her as she could feel the win nearing closer. She was never so absorbed with such a thing before. But right now? Something puckish had awoken in her and had arrested her with abject determination.

It took a while — as long as a matter of milliseconds, even — for Eve to realise that her feet had stopped touching the ground and in fact her whole body was now soaring through the air. Her shoe wasn't on her foot anymore, snagging on something all those long microseconds ago, and suddenly the world became a dizzying display of noise and colour until—

"Oof!"

She was starting to get used to the up-close smell of the grass on New Cov.

Something had happened to Azzie too. She could feel something hit her legs and saw the Zabrak's figure positively fly over her. A silence soon locked between them, but as soon as their eyes met again — on the ground though they were — Eve found herself burst out with laughter, rolling around with abject joy.

Azurine Varek​

 

[Braze Kai'el]

TAGS: Drystan Creed Aadihr Lidos Jo'Han Felcado

Braze was made aware of Drystan Creed as he inserted himself in to the fray.​

Braze watched the exchange, his breath held as the tension played out before him.

"You're welcome near me," he chirped lightly, his tone casual but firm. He didn't know the full extent of the bad blood between them, but the idea of one of their own being ostracized didn't sit right with him. If something was festering, it was better to drag it into the open and deal with it—rather than let it corrode the group from within.

"That said... if you owe anyone an apology, now might be a good place to start," he added, his voice measured, neither pressing nor accusatory—just a nudge toward resolution.

His gaze shifted to Aadihr, watching for any signs of distress. "You okay? You wanna... maybe talk about it? Take a break?" He didn't pry, but he made the offer clear, punctuating it with a casual toss of a water bottle in Aadihr's direction.

"Catch."

He looked back at Drystan perhaps wondering withc of teh two he favored to interact with seeing as Jo'Han Felcado had backed down with a more mousey demeanor.

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Clothes, Earring, Bangle
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

The hand wouldn't cool, continuing to burn through in a feedback loop as frustration and realization threw Aadihr off center. The cursed burn wouldn't relent, and Aadihr's anger was uncharacteristically persistent. He had tried to keep the burn hidden, or played it off as a normal injury, despite the months it has lingered. Despite how it had flared in the past.

"You okay? You wanna... maybe talk about it? Take a break?" He didn't pry, but he made the offer clear, punctuating it with a casual toss of a water bottle in Aadihr's direction.

Aadihr reached to catch the bottle instinctually with his left arm, which crumpled the vessel and burst the bottle with steam from within, bandages simmering. This was not the time or place for this to flare, but the fear of discovery only added to the pain, frustration, and anger that fed the injury.

"Fine, I'm fine, I need to go I need-"
I need to beat his face in
"I just need a moment-"
to see his aura ripple with fear and pain before I
"I need to go"

Aadihr bit off his words, trying to force himself back to rationality - the runaway effect kept escalating, rage and now fear of the influence of the burn. And now he was being observed, they would learn about the burn, they would interrogate him, the burn would take him and he would-

Aadihr's mind raced faster and faster, he broke the train of thought trying to plot a way out of this, the runaway force speed working in the spiral. The bandages were dry now, beginning to smoulder, scars beginning to burn.

He couldn't manage this at this pace, he needed to find Azurine Varek — the only other who knew the extent of the cursed wound, who was present when The Red inflicted it. Every instinct wanted to lash back out at Jo'Han Felcado . The Sith-cursed burn fanned the flames of fury that it sparked in Aadihr's moment of vulnerability.

Aadihr rushed out with his mind's eye, finding the Iridonian, the only one he could trust with this, and took off mid sentence.

The emotions fueling the burn bypassed Aadihr's mental block, allowing the Force Speed of his mind to reach his body. With a blur and a cloud of dust and smoke, he sped out of the situation, chasing after Azurine Varek who was just finishing a race with Everest Vale

He didn't know what to do, he didn't know if Azzie would, but he knew he needed help, and he needed her.

And as he quickly learned, he also wouldn't be able to come to a stop in time as he sped towards her, his arm fully aflame once more, heels digging into the dirt trying to slow down before impact.

Azurine Varek | Everest Vale
(Sped off from Jo'Han Felcado , Drystan Creed , and Braze Kai'el )​

 

[Drystan Creed]

NEW COV

"Yeah." Drystan said flatly, not even bothering to correct Jo'Han's mispronunciation. He took a step back, glancing toward Aadihr before widening the space between himself and Jo'Han.

"I could use something to pass the time."

Maybe Jo'Han still saw him as that small, rebellious Padawan from years past, but the man standing before him now was different.

Taller. Broader. Battle-worn.

Scars lined his arms, chest, and legs—a direct result of the years he had spent forging himself in battle, improving his craft in the fires of his crusade. His body wasn't the only thing that had changed. His eyes were sharper now, honed like a predator's—always watching, always hunting.

"I don't know if you'll have anything new to teach me, but..." He rolled his shoulders, hopping in place before transitioning into fluid shadowboxing. His strikes were smooth, effortless—but the force behind them was unmistakable. Controlled power.

"I'm always up for testing my ability. Been developing a few techniques that should apply to the lesson."

Breaking a light sweat, he turned back to Jo'Han, rolling his neck until it cracked.

"So, how do you want to do this?"

His hand gestured to the bone-blade strapped across his chest.

"Weapons, or just our bodies?"

Drystan didn't care either way.

Whether fists or blade, he was always sharpening his edge.

Jo'Han Felcado

 

[Braze Kai'el]

TAGS: Aadihr Lidos Drystan Creed

Braze blinked. That... that looked like something Aris might do by accident, but the sheer turbulence radiating off Aadihr was different—sharper, more violent. The raw, untamed waves of the Force rippled outward, thrumming with unchecked emotion, and Braze felt them like distant tremors beneath his skin. His frown deepened.

Before he could step in, before he could offer anything—Aadihr was gone. Just like that. He'd run off, leaving Braze standing there, discarded like an afterthought.

Braze frowned, harder this time. Had he said something wrong?

An unsettling sensation coiled in the pit of his stomach, cold and lingering. He wasn't sure what was eating away at Aadihr, but whatever it was, it felt volatile—dangerous in a way that made the air feel heavier, like a storm gathering just out of reach. He stood there a moment longer, turning over the exchange in his mind, combing through his words, his actions. Where had he misstepped? Could he have handled it differently?

Would it have even mattered?

With a soft exhale, he resigned himself to the notion that maybe, for today, there was nothing more to do. He dipped his head in a respectful bow to Drystan and Jo'han, excusing himself without explanation.

At the very least, he had the decency to kneel down and clean up the ruined water bottle, gathering the shredded plastic in his hands before making his exit.

But as he walked away, the feeling didn't leave him.
He hadn't learned much today.
And worse—he hadn't been helpful.

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[Anavi Vandala]

“Oh my gosh are you okay?” She rushed forward to Reina, offering a hand to the other girl.

“You did it! Well not the stopping part but the moving fast part.”

Anavi wondered if it was easier than it looked. That landing certainly did not look fun!

Reina Daival

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

The sound of knuckle hitting bone had Cora turning away from her lesson with Kuhbee to find…was that… Drystan Creed ? Ashla's light, what was he wearing?

Her face flushed briefly, if only for the sight of a bare torso in a circumstance the blueblood did not expect. The one who'd struck him was…

She squinted. What that… Jo'Han Felcado ? Her lips pursed, watching as Aadihr sprinted away.

Hm.

When she turned back to the Wookiee, her eyes landed on Aris Noble , several steps away as he practiced by himself.

"Aris," she called out, pacing her way over to him. Normally she addressed Padawans by their title, but she would always see Aris as that little boy who, at one point, barely came up to her shoulder.

Now, of course, he was a veritable giant. Cora had to crane her head to look at his face. "Would you like to practice with myself and Kuhbee?"

She took a step back, if only to give her neck a break.

 

[Kaelos Vryn]

Location: New Cov
Tags: Valery Noble | Caelan Valoren | Others
Equipment: None​

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The block caught him off guard.

Unfortunately the power that was in the swing had no-where to go when the two blades connected and so it redirected up the young Jedi Initate's arm. It didn't hurt, however did nearly cause him to lose his grip on the training blade and did nearly cause a rogue training blade to go flying across the training grounds.

He took a breath and readjusted himself, casting his eyes towards Caelan Valoren as he spoke. "Unpredictable? Alright, I can try unpredictable" he responded with a slight smirk as he adjusted himself again to ready for another attack with the training blade.

Cracking a smile, Kaelos charged towards his sparring partner at normal speed without being aided by the force. He swung the saber, attempting to slash the right side of Caelan, near his ribcage. Midway through however, he allowed the Force to surge through him and into his mind and at the very last second he sped up his movements to adjust his swing. Now he wasn't swinging to slash the ribcage, he was aiming for the knees and all had happened very, very fast.

Silently, he wondered if Caelan would catch on.

 

[Aris Noble]

Aris was doing what he normally did. Taking steps, but just really, really fast. The logic behind how Force Speed worked was long lost on the boy, given he was just that fast at a base line. Faster, even. This lesson had never been much about learning how to use the Force to handle it, but rather how to control his body at such high speeds without ripping through another wall.

The last thing he wanted to do was tumble through the Noble household at full speed again. Vera Noble 's vision of it was the only thing that kept the damage to a minimum.

So, step by step he practically blinked forward, trying to turn on a heel like momentum didn't exist. It did, and he was continually stumbling now. He frowned after another stumble, though paused as he heard someone approaching. Cora. He glanced to her, watching for a moment before he nodded his head. "Yeah, okay. .. What are you working on now?"

Corazona von Ascania | Kuhbee