Private On The Winds of Change - pt 2 (TEOAB)

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

The woman walked around Braze looking at his stance closely. Her hand would move with gestures and Braze would feel slight light pulls nudging his stance into place. "I have, the one I just used now, along with its pair. They were made with flight combat in mind. Easy to hold in one hand and precise movements." She looked closely checking one last time at the starting stance. With a nod and smile it was a silent notice that the stance was there.

She met Braze's gaze with intensity. "Juyo is more than a fighting style; it is also a manifestation of one's deepest emotions being focused—for me its passion, desire, rage. Every movement is fueled by the raw energy from deep inside," she began to explain a little moving behind Braze. "The form is both chaotic and erratic, with a heavy focus on offense, to strike at an opponent with such speed and angles of attack that they have difficulty countering it." She spoke passionately and with pride that came with being a warrior.

"This part will become easier with experience and practice. For now it's easiest if you use a time that made you the most angry, if you need to say it out loud or shout does not matter right now you just need this feeling. When you feel like you are about to lose it internally that is when you focus and release that pent up feeling." Teresa explained partially taking a second to pause while Braze could focus, or perhaps ask a question.

Braze​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax

Braze blinked and looked down, studying his posture. He tried to commit the sensation to memory.
Maintaining his pose, he looked back up at her. "All in one go?" he asked, his tone more curious than annoyed at the moment.
"How does being mad help? Wouldn't that just make mistakes more likely?" He paused, then added thoughtfully, "Or create wider openings?"

Braze was curious, eager to understand and seemed ready to follow her instructions without hesitation. Yet, it appeared he wanted to grasp how it all functioned—perhaps something that couldn't be fully explained with words alone.

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

Teresa smirked and giggled slightly at the question, it was a good one because it took her time to realise the key that made it click. "For right now, yes all in one and that depends on you," she said in a light tone clearly amused by him. "Like your blade, emotion can be directed and channeled. It just takes practice and great effort."

Slowly she walked over to his right side and joining him in the stance once more. "To use something that is part of you, in ways you never had is never an easy thing at first. Just remember the first time you tried anything that took skill, bet not everything came right away." The Valkyrie slowly built on her anger choosing something from her past that made her more angry than filled with rage.

"Draw that emotion into a space, like a big ball. Try to split that feeling into five parts one at a time." Taking an audible deep breath sucking air between her teeth. "First to the middle of your head, not the top, it sits there on the edge of your mind," she said releasing the rest of the breath and inhaling again. "Then we bring it to our arms, this makes your blade hard to read." The woman repeated the step once more and the flow broke down into steps could be felt from Teresa as she focused as her eyes looked ahead. "Finally our legs, the feeling to drive you forward."

Braze​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax

Braze mirrored Teresa's breath, slowly releasing it as instructed. Drawing on memories of sorrow and anger, he fueled himself with a potent mix of emotions. With each strike at the boulder, his lightsaber hummed through the air, guided by the turbulent emotions swirling within him. Despite the training mode limitation, he pushed himself, the blade crackling with energy as he channeled his sorrow and anger into his strikes. With a final powerful blow, he stepped back, the boulder showing signs of the emotional onslaught it had endured. Braze stood, chest heaving, feeling a mix of satisfaction and catharsis...

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

Teresa could feel the beginning of emotions stir inside the boy as he drew on something that caused more than anger. Part of her wanted to correct this as it was not in the instruction. Before she could say anything he had already began to move with haste and she watched carefully. Though the striked where precise it had not real impact. "Your holding yourself back, why?" She asked as her voice became stern. "If your lightsaber is broken, I will lend you one that actually cuts for this exercise. Otherwise it would have been useless to have set up targets."

Braze​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax

Braze paused and looked at her with a confused expression as his emotions started to fade. " What? It's not broken.. " He trailed squinting at her as he straightened up. "I have it on the training mode so I don't have any bad accidents, " Braze stated simply.

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

THe woman raised her brow at the answer thinking it was preposterous to lower the power of a saber for even training. Though... such a thing could be useful... perhaps useful for those who are not of the force. "Nevermind that for right now," she thought approaching. "You're more likely to have a bad accident by using that 'mode', jedi sentiment wont work for this."

"Top of that, you drew on two emotions when I said one. Unless you want to draw on so many wonderfully dark emotion you start to feel the tantalizing pull." The woman took steps forward and knocked down the targets with a gesture of a hand. An easy step into it clearly was not the right way.

"We'll do this the other way," The woman said as her voice turned cold while releasing her aura drawing out it's intense heavy pleasure. "Change the setting, then come at me like you intend to kill me. Imagine instead of Komi in that cockpit, it's your master or a treasured friend, in this moment there is no escape and you have to kill to achieve everything." The Blackened Valkyrie moved into a stance readying herself for Braze. "Only use the stance, and only anger. Remember, if touch you, it means you've died. If I draw my saber, means you killed me. Before you consider hesitating or holding back, remember who my master is and that as Warrior it would be disrespectful."

Braze​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax

Braze's expression shifted to one of confusion as he processed her directive. "How is that disrespectful?" he questioned, genuinely puzzled. He'd encountered others with firm opinions on the limits of what was appropriate in a training session, but her stance seemed particularly stringent. His intention was clear; he had no desire to cause her any harm.

Braze shook his head. "I don't want to accidentally hurt you. "

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

"Because a weapon is part of a Warrior. Tell me, when you fight unarmed, do you only slap your opponents lightly?" She asked in a counter question quite seriously. "To me, this and that is the same thing and it's offensive." As he stated his worry the Blackened Valkyrie would only smirk at the words. "While I find your unease at the concept of causing me harm sweet in in own ways. That concern is unwarranted." Gesturing in wide and exaggerated arm and hand movements, each saber pulled itself from her belt or sheath igniting brightly in the dark. Three red blades two with black cores, one purple, one green and one yellow.

Of course three of the six resembled jedi designs, including that of the ancient one. "As you can see, I am more than prepared to defend myself." Each of those blades returned back as to not appear overwhelming. The way each one moved was like if a finely manipulated wires controlled them with expertise. "Now come at me, little warrior like you mean it," she said with a growing smirk.

Braze​

Spoiler: Lightsabers and equipment

Training Clothes
Iroai Amulet

Old Owners Lightsaber

Ancient Lightsaber

Trandoshan Jedi's Lightsaber

Fathers Lightsaber

Svikin hjörtu

 

[Tempo]

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[Braze]

TAGS: Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax

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Braze's gaze softened, his shoulders slumping momentarily as if he were conceding to her logic. For a moment, it seemed as though he might relent, and back away form this course of training.

With a sudden surge of energy, Braze's muscles tensed, his expression hardening. Without a word, he charged forward, his movements swift and purposeful, exuding an intensity that spoke of some long buried feelings being reopened. His blade seemed to flicked subtly as the change was engaged through the use of the force, and the sound hummed louder.

His attack came in a barrage of tenaciousness, and ferocious aggression.

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

There it was that sliver of controlled anger. Her eyes noticed Braze tense, that subtle shift, yet that drawing of power was unmistakable. The second his legs began to move she carefully kept a close eye on each movement. The first few strikes came close as she stepped just away from the path of the young jedi's blade. For a moment it began to be easy to read the path and then the approach changed keeping the chaotic nature of unpredictable movements.

It kept her on edge with each cut that came, the heat coming searingly closer. She could not stop the big smile on her face feeling more proud of how well this young one picked things up. "I thought you were going to hesitate for a moment." Her next step created a little distance between them by the time she turned there was a strike coming in. Though she could hop a little further to avoid again, there was no denying the persistence of a closing blade.

Her hand flicked out darting one of the Svikin hjortu to clash firmly against Braze's blade crackling with pure bright energy. Their blades so close to porcelain white skin that the heat stung. Now those golden orange eyes glowed while peering down at the boy. "Do you feel the difference little warrior? You even got me to draw my blade."

Braze​

Spoiler: Lightsabers and equipment

Training Clothes
Iroai Amulet

Old Owners Lightsaber

Ancient Lightsaber

Trandoshan Jedi's Lightsaber

Fathers Lightsaber

Svikin hjörtu

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax

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Braze took a deep breath and pressed his saber against Teresa's, feeling the clash of energy and determination between them. With a powerful push, he created some distance, only to surge forward again with more forceful and harsh swipes. His movements were fueled by the intense emotions Teresa had instructed him to harness. He continued relentless assault.

"You didn't say stop," he said through gritted teeth, his eyes locked on Teresa. Each strike was an attempt to break her defense, to push her her back.

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

She could feel those emotions burning brightly within him. It was hard not to notice how sweet and sour it was, somehow that suited him. Teresa kept her eyes on Braze as he created some distance and then rushed back in. Her hand seized the blade from the air tightly while simultaneously channeling her agner to focus the force. That feeling clearly emanated from her, wrapping tightly around the Valkyrie's form.

When Braze's blade began to swing, she waited until the last moment to move defensively, ensuring she wouldn't be caught off guard by the wild nature of his attack. His comment, however, elicited a quick laugh from her. "Yes, you're right!" she exclaimed while meeting the kid's saber again. "I appreciate the enthusiasm, honestly."

For a few more moments, the Blackened Valkyrie entertained the oncoming attacks, but now it was time for the next and final part, for now. "Prepare your defense, Braze. Stand strong because I'd really prefer not to slice a wonderful young warrior in two. It's time I show you what the next one is." Teresa flapped her wings, creating a gust to slow the boy's charge and allowing her to create a small bit of distance again. "Especially when I can feel my retainer is watching so closely."

With a sleight-of-hand motion, she swapped her blade for the ancient one, its purple blade snapping and hissing to life. This time the Valkyrie rushed forward, her black feathered wings trailing behind. Each step left an imprint in the ground with a slight thud of dry earth.

The distance closed quickly, and the first strike came from the top right to the bottom left. As the momentum began to slow, the hilt of the blade rolled between her hands, reversing the grip to bring the blade from the bottom left to the top right. Once more, the hilt shifted between her hands for the final strike. In a flash of intrusive thought, she envisioned her blade cleaving the little Jedi in two.

Surely Braze would notice the intense look in her eyes, those glowing orbs filled with fury. Her hands moved instinctively, the strike coming from above, but she guided it purposely off to the side, narrowly missing the young warrior at the last moment as her full strength came down.

The purple blade bit into the dirt, leaving a deep gouge of melted earth. "Feth... that was close," she said, still holding her position. "This maneuver is designed to overpower your opponent. By channeling anger through your body and thickening that current, overwhelming strength surges through you. It pushes the limits of your muscles and amplifies the power of your strike." Teresa straightened up, taking a step back. "If you feel confident you won't loose control, try it. Otherwise, it'd be better to practice getting used to the feeling of the stance and its process."

Braze​

Spoiler: Lightsabers and equipment

Training Clothes
Iroai Amulet

Old Owners Lightsaber

Ancient Lightsaber

Trandoshan Jedi's Lightsaber

Fathers Lightsaber

Svikin hjörtu

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax
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Caught in a gust, Braze almost kissed the dirt, his feet skidding backwards before he summoned the wind to steady himself. With a dramatic flair, he steadied his stance and surged forward to meet Teresa head-on. As he advanced, he observed her switch blades with a magician's finesse. His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, decoded the subtle tells of her muscles, predicting her intentions. Swiftly, he aborted his attack, dodging her strike with the grace of a dancer. Breathing heavily, he eyed the marred earth where her blade had struck.

"You know, this might be better with training sabers," Braze suggested, panting. "The worst outcome? A nasty welt or burn." He shook his head, half-amused, half-exhausted. "Not every training session needs to flirt with death, right?" His tone mixed jest with a hint of critique, questioning the high stakes of their sparring ritual.

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

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She stood there contemplating his words for a moment and it did not strike with her logic of training. Slowly the valkyries head tilted side to side, eyes looking about till going back to Braze. "I'll do it for you... just this once," she said with an amused tone, once more she switched blades. this time it was her fathers that she pulled off the belt, now only housing one crystal inside. Walking over to the little warrior casually she'd kneel besides him to his level. "Switch this one. My father was a jedi, i'd imagine a setting to weaken the blade is standard."

Handing braze the blade, teresa looked over her shoulder, gesturing her hand in a turning motion the lights dimmed a little. No longer as bright but enough that they could see fine without being blinded by spotlights. Turning back her eyes watched where it was to change the blade to better understand the parts in this hilt.

"To answer your question though, I've always trained like this. Actually normally it's more intense than this." Taking her blade back and standing up. Teresa made a little distance between them. "I find that edge, the 'flirt with death' as you said, is what helps me push my limits. Carnifex however understands my limits, because He is a great Master. This is why I am compromising with you Braze. Given the blades are just glorified glowsticks now, I'll spar with you until you feel satisfied, but I will counter where your lacking."

Braze​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax

Braze observed as she removed her father's hilt, his gaze fixed on the blade she retrieved. Placing his hilt briefly on his belt, Braze extended a hand to glide over it, using telekinesis to lift the weapon and adjust it with the Force before she could take it back. He listened to her speak eloquently about Teresa's master, his expression briefly clouding with a frown.

Adjusting his hilt, Braze took his stance, reigniting his teal saber with a purr, "Good, I like a good spar." His mind was a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts, yet an aggressive undertone lingered in his presence. As soon as she adopted her stance, he surged forward to engage.

The sparring area echoed with the hum of ignited sabers as Braze launched a bold overhead strike, his teal blade arcing through the air towards Teresa's shoulder. Teresa responded with the raw power of a seasoned warrior. She sidestepped with a powerful, sweeping motion, bringing her own blade down in a crushing counter towards Braze. He managed to parry in the nick of time, the clash of their sabers sending sparks flying in a brilliant display.

Braze adopted a mischievous grin, feinting to the left only to execute a swift roll to the right, sweeping his saber low in an attempt to catch Teresa off-balance. Teresa, unperturbed, leapt with surprising agility for her size, her form silhouetted against the ships lights. She landed heavily, immediately striking down towards Braze with a powerful blow. He rolled backward, feeling the rush of air as her blade narrowly missed his head.

The air between them was charged with tension. Braze unleashed a barrage of rapid strikes, each aimed to test Teresa's defenses. She deflected each one with the force of a hammer, her movements strong and assured. As Braze overextended, Teresa's blade tapped against his arm—a firm reminder of her dominance in this clash of strength and skill.

With determination etched on his face, Braze increased the ferocity of his attacks. His blade spun in a dazzling whirl of teal, each strike more forceful than the last as he attempted to channel the brute power of Juyo. Teresa countered every move with effortless power. She found a gap in his defenses during a particularly aggressive spin, reaching in to tap his back with her blade, her precision unerring.

Gathering his remaining strength, Braze executed a powerful thrust, hoping to end the bout with a decisive move. Teresa, ever the adept warrior, sidestepped smoothly, her movements almost predictive. Teresa was a skilled and formidable warrior, countering Braze's lighter, quicker attacks with ease.

Throughout the spar, Braze attempted to unleash the full power and force he could muster. Despite the blades being set to training mode, he took several hits, each time trying to break through Teresa's defense. Yet, she consistently overpowered or outmaneuvered him. Braze tried to surprise her with unconventional tactics, but his unfamiliarity with Juyo meant his movements were often predictable, allowing Teresa to anticipate and react effectively to his strikes.

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

With each tap of her blade against Braze, she began to notice the small changes his movements slowly getting harder to read in that last moment before a parry. She felt a sense of pride in seeing the slow gradual improvement the little warriors movements, even the emotion on the surface was delicious. Teresa did not give it any second thought that the child tapped in to darker energies. For Teresa this was just a natural process.

Still as each strike came, as each push forwards her blade swung fast and she was slowly feeling sick from all the motion. Still the woman precisted to continue till one of the conditions was met. Despite using as minimal movement, the Blackened Valkyrie had beads of sweat that ran down the sides of her face and strands of her hair clung to the woman's face.

Teresa came to an obvious realization she had slowly prior that growing a life inside made her feel so incredible vulnerable. That moment in thought that split second paved the way for braze's strike to finally land against the back of her thigh. To be hit by a child warrior, one she could feel was not as strong, really drove that point. Even thought it was just the tip of the blade the sting that was left behind, the one that burnt was a wonderful sensation to her.

"Okay, okay, you got me." She said sounding pleased about it thought she was not so sure what to feel pleased about. Perhaps it was the fact she had a spar or that perhaps just a little there was a hit of reassurance that maybe she'd be able to teach her child well in the future too. "Feth I feel tired again," Teresa said as a huff of air left her lips and the blade turned off. "You'll wanna take five yourself to calm down. Otherwise, you may start to look a little less jedi. Though in my opinion that's not a bad thing."

Her hands reached out towards the rocks and pulled them close to sit down on. The woman took a moment to gather her breath and quietly hum to make the feeling in her throat go back. Both elbows dug into her legs while she rested her head in her hands. Slipping out a small flask the woman took a sip of water and then held it out towards the teen. "Here, it's water no booze. Actually don't like the taste of the stuff, its bitter or its so sweet I drink lots and makes me feel weird."

Braze​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax

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Braze panted, watching her move the stone with such ease before she settled down.

"I don't think I want to look spooky," Braze said, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "I'm pretty sure the dark side is like a poison," he continued lightly. "Like a drug too, because it seems to create addiction."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to tire you out," he added with concern, considering her condition. It probably wasn't the best idea to make a pregnant lady run about. His nose wrinkled at the sight of the flask, and he shook his head even as she stated it was water. "No thank you," he said politely.

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

"What do you mean spooky. You trying to say I look spooky?" She asked sounding genuine in her tone, thought it was simply acting on her part. Teresa Knew well the effects her face had on people, it was more the look she gave to most. One that burned with a deep hate and dislike, even those should be allies where not saved from the gaze. To her it was funny watching people chit themselves.

"Sometimes poison can be medicine." She said remembering that from the labs when someone had said it near her. Given they where a smart person it was safe to say there was fact behind it. "Even without the dark side, I would still crave the power. It is necessary to be strong to survive. Though even I don't know how far I would have gotten without this power."

She shook her head and frowned a little at the sound of his apology. "No need, I offered to teach you as a gesture of uhh... I had the word a second ago." The blackened Valkyrie tried hard to memorize the word again it being stuck there at the edge of her mind was a cruel tease. "ERRRrrr! Look I don't like to feel indebted. Your cooking is good and you helped me out with getting Komi on a good track hopefully with self defence. Most know she gets special treatment for being my only official servant. More than most. Anyway, I'll be heading back to sleep in a minuet, chances are I will be gone in the morning."

Braze​