Good Men Don't Need Rules
WEIK
The ice, thin as it was, was the perfect training area for me. Coming back to a job in which I would be using my skills once again. I needed to get back into the fighting shape I had once held. Roaming the galaxy acting as a Wayseeker didn't help my regimen. I had grown lazy and recluse. I needed to get back into the aspect of fighting and training daily like I had done. Now though, I was doing what had been done before by other Paladins of the tower. Training on a lake. One that had thinner ice so that one could practice balance, and strike, move, jump without breaking it under their feet.
Failure to do this. meant you fell through, and then had to do the process all over again. Even if you were cold, and freezing from the winter weather. It was pain. It was to train you to fight no matter the circumstance. Even more so if you know abilities to mitigate those disadvantages. So here I was, Leaping through the air to land down on my target. But at the last second of the strike, would soften my landing so I wouldn't break through the ice. However, it was not enough. Falling through into the water. The freezing depths snared my breath. Fight or flight response with adrenaline racing through my blood stream as I resurfaced. Slamming hard my hand into the water in anger.
"Gods be damned."
Pulling out of the water, I was shivering in the Jedi Jumpsuit. I could almost feel the hypothermia setting in. Yet, I stood there. Closed my eyes, and focused on the force. Tapas. The power to keep the cold away from you. Keeping myself from succumbing to the lower temperatures. Then once more, went back into training with my punches and kicks. Throwing them while staying light on my feet. Before attempting to throw an Ax-kick, and find I had the wrong balance and fell in again. Putting too much pressure on one point. Falling in.
"Come on."
Once more, sliding out, and regaining my footing before trying again.
The ice, thin as it was, was the perfect training area for me. Coming back to a job in which I would be using my skills once again. I needed to get back into the fighting shape I had once held. Roaming the galaxy acting as a Wayseeker didn't help my regimen. I had grown lazy and recluse. I needed to get back into the aspect of fighting and training daily like I had done. Now though, I was doing what had been done before by other Paladins of the tower. Training on a lake. One that had thinner ice so that one could practice balance, and strike, move, jump without breaking it under their feet.
Failure to do this. meant you fell through, and then had to do the process all over again. Even if you were cold, and freezing from the winter weather. It was pain. It was to train you to fight no matter the circumstance. Even more so if you know abilities to mitigate those disadvantages. So here I was, Leaping through the air to land down on my target. But at the last second of the strike, would soften my landing so I wouldn't break through the ice. However, it was not enough. Falling through into the water. The freezing depths snared my breath. Fight or flight response with adrenaline racing through my blood stream as I resurfaced. Slamming hard my hand into the water in anger.
"Gods be damned."
Pulling out of the water, I was shivering in the Jedi Jumpsuit. I could almost feel the hypothermia setting in. Yet, I stood there. Closed my eyes, and focused on the force. Tapas. The power to keep the cold away from you. Keeping myself from succumbing to the lower temperatures. Then once more, went back into training with my punches and kicks. Throwing them while staying light on my feet. Before attempting to throw an Ax-kick, and find I had the wrong balance and fell in again. Putting too much pressure on one point. Falling in.
"Come on."
Once more, sliding out, and regaining my footing before trying again.