[OPEN] Poetry In Motion - Saber Training

[Drystan Marakos]

Location: Silver Rest, The Planet Kashyyyk.​

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The fresh mountain air filled her lungs as she breathed. ​

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In the distance, there was an echoing cry from some airborn creature - a shriek, tapering off to a trill hum. A gentle breeze tugged at the edges of her soft cloak, stirring it about her legs and sending her hair into a halo of spidery strands. In the shade of a tree, outside on one of the lawns, Drystan stood. Her feet were shoulder-width apart, and her arms hung limply at her sides.​

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Her hazel eyes closed... Shutting off her view of this beautiful, serene place. Behind her eyelids, she imagined the world continuing on - and then, she allowed the Force to wash over her like a cool summer rain. ​

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In an instant, her entire being felt weightless... as if she were suspended in a warm, safe bath of lukewarm water. She breathed... Drawing in this liquid, drawing it deep into her core. ​

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Where it consumed her. ​

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Moving in a languid, casual gesture, she unclasped the small lock at her throat, allowing her cloak to fall from her shoulders and onto the soft green grass beneath her feet. Then, her right hand traveled to her beltline, retrieving the item hanging just behind her right hip. The long cylinder possessed enough room for both hands to rest comfortably upon it, and its' metallic sheen broke into a kalaidascope of color; the lightsaber she carried had been created as a work of art, and not just a weapon of war. ​

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This blade, which was more an expression of her own Self, was not an item she typically wore. In fact, it rarely saw use above what she was about to perform: for a few moments, she and the planet Kashyyyk would become one. ​

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From a standing position, Drystan's right arm extended while her left hand collapsed to her chest, her first two fingers extended. The snap-hiss of the lightsaber as it ignited was multiplied as two blades sprouted from either end of the Jedi's weapon. Their colors were of the brightest, deepest yellow - the color of the Jedi Sentinel, and one of the rarest colors in the Galaxy. ​

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With her eyes still closed, Drystan felt her spirit grow wings... and she struck at an imaginary opponent. Her footwork was impeccable as she shifted from stance to strike, maneuvering around the small space she'd chosen. The twin blades whirled and flashed, creating images of a spiraling sun as she danced. ​

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(There were a total of three attackers - she was envisioning two of them being large and slow, while the last was human & faster... She was avoiding the powerful reach of cortosis ore-enhanced vibropikes, parrying and counterattacking, while also incorporating movement (avoiding a faster opponent's thrown weapons from a distance.)​

 

[Drystan Marakos]

Wide blade, cleaving down...

Zzzsh… Zhrm Rfthm

The blonde-haired Jedi stepped aside, and the cleaving blade skimmed centimeters from her chest and parallel to her belly. She pivoted, dropping into a deep position (coiling) and then rising. Her wrists twisted, crossing on the outside of the Gammorean's arms and then upward with the opposite end of her staff.

The second one... 3 meters away...

At the precise instant she felt the vibration between her palms shift deeper and she hit flesh, Drystan breathed. The burning core of her lightsaber staff tore through the first Gammorean's neck and chest at an upward angle; Drystan could smell ozone and the unforgettable stench of cauterized flesh. There was a momentary change of pitch as the weapon struck the pig's spinal column - but it, too, evaporated against molten fire.

The corpse slumped to the grass.

She pivoted... slowly. She'd ended in a powerful stance, the pure-white core and golden-edged blades illuminating her face and back. She was in a slight crouch, perfectly balanced... And as strong as a mountain.

Before her, her final opponent, a fellow Gammorean, shifted nervously. It honked, coughed... and his beedy little eyes blinked. Drystan could sense terror, and it moved her. She rose, catfooting along, closing the short distance between them. When she was ready, she feinted - delivering a quick jab toward its' ankles before rising high... spiraling around his reach with the large pike which threatened her. She angled the blade to ride down, across the pig's stubby hands and through its belly. Powering her momentum down and alongside her adversary, she completed the cut in a handspring which drove her opposite of where both pieces of the body fell, smoking onto the grass.

The lightsaber she wielded was somewhat shorter than most Jedi Blades; it was a single piece of silvered metal with elegant key-shaped "spines" lining the emitters. The central handgrip was covered in black rayskin, and bringing graceful relief to a small number of buttons set in gold. The main Activation button, which was more of a safety, was set in red. When depressed, it allowed Drystan, herself, to ignite the blade... Which she did, by channeling the Force through the single (rather large & luminescent) Sulphur-yellow stone incased within. The total length of the weapon was about 1.7 meters, or 5 1/2 feet.

Now, as she stood on the lush green grass of Kashyyyk's Silver Rest Temple and breathed the mountain air, Drystan let the images evaporate from her mind... and the illusion was gone. Her lightsaber hummed faithfully at her side, and any trace of her momentary duel-to-the-death faded.

Both blades extinguished as Drystan stood. The brief encounter had lasted only a few minutes, but she felt energized and grounded.

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=10pt]The one amazing thing about Kashyyyk was the fact that there was so many differences in its terrain. You weren’t left with a boring flat jog, you had hills and mountains to trek. Allyson took advantage of this as much as possible, it became more frequent for her since she had learned how to meditate from Jyoti. The Corellian would find herself secluded, giving her mind some freedom from everything around her. Lately, she struggled with it. Her mind mulling over her last encounter with a Sith Lord – who she had an overwhelming desire to erase from the galaxy. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The encounter didn’t go as planned, but she was fortunate enough to have back up this time around. It meant she didn’t find herself back in the Crypt on Bastion and injected with a force nulling agent. Allyson did her best not to think about how it would feel now, to be cut off from the Force after she had finally found her comfort in it. She climbed the trail of the mountainside and stopped briefly. Something in her gut told her there was someone else around. Eyes narrowed as she did her best to see through the thick vegetation, but she couldn’t get a solid visual. A hand reached back for the Ranger issued pistol she carried, and the new lightsaber attached to her thigh.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Training to be a Jedi, why not have the iconic weapon? She crept forward, her tennis shoes quietly avoiding any sticks. The sound of a lightsaber whooshed, and the pistol found its way back to her belt as she sighed relieved. It was another member of the order, she should have figured that – but with everything. A hand pushed back her loose bangs and she waited till the Jedi was finished. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]It was a mesmerizing dance, the blades of the lightsaber cutting through the air so fluidly. Allyson folded her arms and leaned against a tree watching the graceful movements of the Jedi. It was different, she had fought alongside Jedi for some time, but to watch their movements – it was something else. Seeing this only solidified her decision to train to be one, maybe Jyoti was right about this – though the woman was usually right about a lot of things. Thinking about it all, a small smile tugged at the corner of the brunette’s lips. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The ‘battle’ died down and Allyson clapped, “That was pretty amazing.” She was sure that the other woman would have sensed her, before it was hard to pick up on her force signature, though now she was something else. Allyson pushed herself off the tree remembering how this all happened, now she was some glow bug in the ripples of the force. For the time being she didn’t know how to hide it. Walking towards the other woman, Allyson dusted off the grey sliver [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333px]spacey[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] issued PT shirt. “Didn’t expect to see anyone up here, but that was a treat to see.” A hand extended towards the Jedi, she was still prepared in case she spooked the Jedi and she attempted to attack. “Allyson Locke. You?"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt][member="Drystan_Marakos"][/SIZE]

 

[Drystan Marakos]

Drystan took a breath, and slowly opened her eyes...

A voice nearby spoke, "That was pretty amazing!", and Drystan turned - not fast, as she hadn't been startled. Still holding her extinguished lightsaber in one hand, Drystan reached up to pull a long strand of blonde hair from her eyes with a smile. Drystan reached out and took the offered hand, giving it a firm squeeze. "Drystan", she said, exuding an air of confidence and strength.

The Jedi Sentinel was an expert at reading others at a glance, and she could sense the other woman's aura... it was obvious she was a force user (The lightsaber on her belt was also an obvious clue), but Allyson didn't seem entirely... "Normal". She didn't seem like a Padawan, and carried herself well. She looked like a pilot.

Betraying nothing, Drystan grinned, the blood still pumping in her veins from her brief workout. "I'm glad you enjoyed it... I haven't been on friendly soil for a number of months. I thought I'd get a workout in after meeting with Master Nooran." She paused, stretching out her senses, but detected no-one else nearby. "What brings you up here? Enjoying the air too?" She asked, curious if the woman knew how to use that lightsaber of hers.

 

[Eugen Aker]

Jyoti had promised that she would meet Allyson that day for another personal training session, but she got out of the temple late after a meeting overrun. Such events were becoming more common as her admin workload increased transitioning to the position of Grandmaster.

Definitely the lamest aspect of the promotion.

However, she was finally free to prowl about the temple grounds on a small walk before finding Allyson. In flowing silvery white robes, the Echani was instantly recognizable by her peers, many greeting her as she walked past. More than a few already referred to her as Grandmaster, which she found so surreal. She couldn't really duck her head down like she had as a simple Shadow operative. Now she was in the spotlight.

A planned short stroll turned into a much longer walk as she lost herself thinking about the future. Hopefully, Allyson would understand.

[member="Drystan_Marakos"] [member="Allyson Locke"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=10pt]The other woman had a firm hand and Allyson appreciated it. A smile crossed her face even wider as Drystan mentioned being on friendly soil. A nod and Allyson pulled her hand back and crossed them loosely over her chest. Shrugging slightly, she sighed. “I know the feeling. Luckily, I haven’t had to do anything for too long for a while. Not since the Alliance had the SIS running.” The SIS the Alliance’s spy network, she kept in touch with most of her contacts – other agents and other characters. Still, seemed like so many scattered to the wind. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Oddly enough, with them I didn’t have much of a home. Feels good here.” For as long as she had been with the Alliance, Allyson could only name a few she would consider a true friend. Even then she waited for one to turn on her, but here – that wasn’t much of the case. Drystan mentioned Jyoti and the Corellian blinked quickly and continued to smile, it was odd hearing her referred to as ‘Master Nooran’ even Allyson referring to her as ‘General’ felt odd. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Funny thing, I’m supposed to be meeting with Jyoti err, Master Nooran to a training session. Seems she must have gotten caught up with stuff.” Allyson shrugged and looked away from the other woman. “She’ll eventually find me, she always does. We tend to meet up on the outskirts of the Temple anyways, so I took advantage and got a run in. How are you liking Kashyyyk so far?"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt][member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Drystan_Marakos"][/SIZE]

 

[Drystan Marakos]

Drystan listened to the woman, and her eyes went a little wide in mention of the SIS - Drystan had worked with members of the SIS before, but Allyson wasn't familiar. "I'm familiar with the SIS..." Drystan said, with a knowing smile. "In Sight, Security", reciting one of the unofficial mottos of the Republic Strategic Information Services.

Drystan nodded at Allyson's mention of not having much of a home - she'd felt the same way, never having time to rest & always on the move... but such was the life of an agent. Drystan laughed melodically at Allyson's momentary stumble over the formal mention of Jyoti's position.. "Years ago, things were a little more... formal than they are these days. I'm still growing accustomed to it. I'm loving it here," She said, glancing up and around them at the beauty of their surroundings. "I was born on an arid world... The only green I saw as a girl was fungus. Planets like Kashyyyk are absolutely gorgeous.. And this climate does wonders for my skin." The blonde vixen gave a wink.

"It sounds like you might have gotten your warm-up in, as well... How good are you with that?" Drystan indicated toward Allyson's belt and the lightsaber hanging there.

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=10pt]Allyson nodded, “The SIS was pretty secretive about who and what I did.” She was one of their agents that did a lot of surveillance and undercover. Rubbing the back of her head, she shrugged. “I was stationed in Sith space along with working with some of the allies of the Alliance. It was nice to hear the motto of the RSIS, it was reassuring. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Ah, things are still formal for the most part from what I know. To be fair, I’ve always been a bystander with the whole Jedi thing. I’m a specialist with mechu-deru, had some training but nothing like a Master and Padawan. So, calling Jyoti Master is a bit odd.” Shifting her where she stood, Allyson adjusted her t-shirt a bit then blinked at the wink. She didn’t expect that, but brushed back her chestnut hair from her face. “I’m from Corellia. I agree about the weather being good for the skin.” Kashyyyk was sunny and had its humidity. Truth be told, Allyson wasn’t the biggest fat of the humidity, but it did beat places that were overly hot and overly cold. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“With…?” Allyson followed Drystan’s glance and indication. Looking down at the lightsaber she had forgotten it for the moment and then placed her hand over it. “Uh, let’s just say – I’m better with a blaster."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt][member="Drystan_Marakos"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"][/SIZE]

 

[Drystan Marakos]

"Well, I have some experience with a blaster, but the saber is an art form... I know some things. If you're gonna wear one, you'd better how how to use it."

Drystan stepped backward, further into the grass and nearer to the spot where she'd been practicing earlier. They had plenty of open space, a blue sky above, and only the Force to keep them company... though, deep within, Drystan could feel a ripple in the force - a familiar presence.

"Gunplay is... well, clumsy. Even the smoothest draw can go wrong, and you can only correct so much with a blaster - with a lightsaber, timing & technique are everything. Where a blasterfight is chaotic, saber combat is fluid - a blaster is a tool for a single job, while a lightsaber can do a great many more things than kill. In the hands of a novice, untrained and uneducated, a lightsaber becomes just as capable of self-destruction. I am certainly no Master..." Drystan paced back and forth for a moment, falling naturally into the role of instructor, "But I have ascended past the need to control my blade. Instead, The Force does it for me. With a little training, you may come to prefer your lightsaber to other forms of combat... Not only for its' versatility, but for what it represents."

At this, Drystan held up her lightsaber staff, depressed the safety switch, and channeled a steady stream of power deep into the crystal which resided within - both lightsaber blades extended with a deep snap-hiss. Drystan eyed the weapon and also looked at [member="Allyson Locke"] beyond.

"This weapon, even extinguished, is capable of ending a battle before it begins. Not for fear of its' destructive capabilities, but for fear of the one who wields it - with a single blaster, you are a nuisance. With a lightsaber, you might stand alone against armies."

"Would you like to practice?"

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=10pt]Allyson looked over her shoulder, a familiarity entered the back of her mind as she forgot the conversation she was having for just a moment. The woman was still getting the hang of the force, but she knew she sensed the familiar party through something beyond the Force. Attention returning to Drystan who mentioned the clumsiness of the blasters, causing the Corellian to sigh and brush back her chestnut colored bangs. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Drystan continued mentioning her skill with the saber and Allyson chuckled softly as she shrugged. “I’m quite fond of my blaster and we’ve done some pretty interesting things in the field. I’m far from a nuisance.” There was a slight hint of annoyance in Allyson’s voice, moments like this when she was working with other Jedi are what bothered her about them. Before this, she wasn’t much beyond a small blip in the Force and now she understood why some felt invincible. Exhaling softly, Allyson grabbed the blade, but decided against igniting it. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“I’ll prefer whatever works for the situation I find myself into.” Allyson hoped that this was the end of the long-winded lectures, she had heard enough and understood that even in this practice she was going to probably be on the losing end. Still, she understood swordplay, though she did prefer hand to hand or firearms.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt][member="Drystan_Marakos"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"][/SIZE]

 

[Jarael Belaerys]

Sitting in a meditation position in the grass, Jaräel tried to concentrate. Her mind slowly drifting away from her body in to the sky, roaming among the stars, traveling through the space and time, seeing things, but not with her eye, but with her mind. For the mind was the ultimate eye to see things in this life, and the other one, although it was still hard for her to do it so. For whenever she closed her eyes to meditate, the Arkanian could hear the endless screams of a hundred different worlds.

Her missing eye, the true eye of the mind, could see the Knights of Ren burning homes, could see the Sith Lords invading cities and howling their unholy rituals, thousands of battle droids lead to war, but also showed light.

Cities in peace, markets and farms in the Silver Jedi worlds. Order coming back to the CSI planets, the sound of kids laughing and playing through the woods of Kashyyyk, this was a strange galaxy. One that in her heart, she could feel it turning slowly to the shadows, that terrified her heart and soul, for what could stand against such endless darkness? Slowly she opened her eye, her blue sharp eye, watching as the sun was so lovely in the sky. Calm and confident, Jaräel got up and started walking.
"From light comes darkness, and from darkness comes light."

 

[Drystan Marakos]

"Well," Drystan said, "Let's do something that'll give you a tool for your toolbox." ​

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"I'd like to teach you something you may not have seen before... A technique in Saber combat called "Trakata", or "Passing the Blade". The technique takes advantage of the lightsaber's ability to be extinguished on-the-fly... Come, and I'll show you." ​

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Drystan beckoned to Allyson, inviting her into the open space; their little battlefield. The blonde jedi held her twin-bladed lightsaber and took up a simple guard, hoping that Allyson would ignite her lightsaber and ready herself. Drystan wasn't going to talk down to the woman - it was obvious [member="Allyson Locke"] was no Padawan, and Drystan wouldn't "awe" her with conjecture; it would be easier to simply show her a skill.​

 

[Eugen Aker]

Since she was occupied with her thoughts, and not really looking for anyone, Jyoti hadn't felt Allyson out on the ground initially. Not until stumbled upon the Corellian during her walk.

She didn't immediately approach her though, finding her with Drystan. The blonde had only just returned to the fold, but she was fast becoming a welcome fixture of the Rest. She could only wonder what they were doing, but in any case, it was nice to see Allyson interacting with other Jedi. Before her awakening, she could barely get Allyson through the front doors, the Corellian always suspicious. Thankfully she was loosening up on that front as a Padawan.

There were trees nearby. She picked one and leaned against the trunk, quietly observing and seeing what would come of the interactions between the two Shadows.

[member="Drystan Marakos"] [member="Jarael Belaerys"] [member="Allyson Locke"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=10pt]Allyson watched as the blades ignited and she could hear the life of the saber ringing in the back of her mind. She wondered if she would ever be able to disable a saber with mechu deru, it would be something she’d have to try. The lightsaber was a weapon she was going to have to face, learning the way to fight with them would only give her a better edge on her target. The invitation was taken and Allyson stepped forward. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]A flick of her thumb and the bright blue blade ignited, the whoosh and the hum of the blade caught her by surprise slightly – though she did her best not to show it. There was a bit of awe in her face as she looked at the blade. She had never been able to ever use one – so this was kind of a dream come true. Eyes glanced towards the other woman who had explained the skill she wanted to show her. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“So, like a feint? To try and confuse your opponent with what you’re going to do? Show me.” Forgetting her manners for a moment, Allyson corrected herself. “Please.” Bringing the saber in front of her, she held it with both hands for the moment, her stance neutral and balanced from what she had learned from hand to hand. A ball of excitement formed in her stomach as she stood there with the lightsaber. [/SIZE]

[member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Drystan Marakos"] [member="Jarael Belaerys"]

 

[Jarael Belaerys]

After meditation at the sound of the others training, the Arkanian slowly stood up and started to walk. She hated those noises while trying to find some peace inside of herself, there was enough screams and loud noises inside her own heart for her to stay still while others did that, she had problems concentrating and she knew that. Jarael hated herself for that and always tried her best stay focused in her goal.

The hard thing was to know which goal was that, the morals of the Jedi stopped her from getting revenge on the fascists and the Sith, or she want it to become a real Jedi? She tried hard for that, to find balance in herself and to find peace in her life. As she walked, she found a familiar face next to the training area, the Jedi General, [member="Jyoti Nooran"], with her hair bound in a ponytail, the Arkanian nodded at her direction, simply stating while greeting the woman in a calm tone of voice, blue eye fixed on the woman.

“Master Jyoti.”, her hands bond together behind her back as the others trained.

 

[Drystan Marakos]

[SIZE=10pt]Allyson watched as the blades ignited and she could hear the life of the saber ringing in the back of her mind. She wondered if she would ever be able to disable a saber with mechu deru, it would be something she’d have to try. The lightsaber was a weapon she was going to have to face, learning the way to fight with them would only give her a better edge on her target. The invitation was taken and Allyson stepped forward. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]A flick of her thumb and the bright blue blade ignited, the whoosh and the hum of the blade caught her by surprise slightly – though she did her best not to show it. There was a bit of awe in her face as she looked at the blade. She had never been able to ever use one – so this was kind of a dream come true. Eyes glanced towards the other woman who had explained the skill she wanted to show her. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“So, like a feint? To try and confuse your opponent with what you’re going to do? Show me.” Forgetting her manners for a moment, Allyson corrected herself. “Please.” Bringing the saber in front of her, she held it with both hands for the moment, her stance neutral and balanced from what she had learned from hand to hand. A ball of excitement formed in her stomach as she stood there with the lightsaber. [/SIZE]

[member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Drystan Marakos"] [member="Jarael Belaerys"]

Drystan nodded, noting the way the Correllian held her lightsaber, as-if it had suddenly come alive in her hand. The Sentinel smiled, and stepped forward slightly... "Trakata is a feint, essentially... but not in the way you might expect. It relies on a Jedi's willingness to utilize deception in one's maneuvers, inviting or deflecting an opposing opponent's weapon and then capitalizing."

~ At this, the Jedi Knight stepped inward, delivering two simple blows toward [member="Allyson Locke"]'s hip then a high guard - the strikes were not fast, easily capable of being blocked, but the second strike was delivered with a bit more force; the two blades, Drystan's yellow and Allyson's blue, colliding in a shower of light and sound. As Drystan made the second connection, she immediately twisted her wrist, bringing the opposite end of her saber staff in an upward strike which Allyson would see and hopefully block... but when the blue blazing core of her lightsaber shifted to guard, Allyson would find Drystan's saber no-longer there; her yellow blades were extinguished at the price moment of impact, and Drystan flowed around the woman like water; shifting inside her guard then out and off-line, showing her student a window of opportunity not taken. ~

If Allyson had been set-up effectively, she would have stepped into the third strike in hopes of utilizing force on force; a common practice with a sword, but not as effective against one trained in the use of Trakata.

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=10pt]Allyson listened to the small lecture, it was nice and to the point. Which was how the Corellian liked it, especially when explaining things. Her mind went into overdrive trying to understand and wrap her mind around the concept of extinguishing your blade to draw your opponent into an opportunity. Drystan moved, making a slow attack and then another. Allyson getting comfortable with the blade blocked both, the concept was seemingly easy, - laser sword comes at you, block with laser sword. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]She watched and absorbed the information, but her mind worked and wondered if at this range a quick draw of a blaster could end the duel faster. No set of armor was perfect and her mind wandered back to the Sith Lord’s armor who she could get a good look at. The third strike came towards her and the blade was poised for a perfect block, yet nothing happened. There was no satisfying clash of energy sparking, no hum of her block and Allyson stood somewhat lost as to what happened. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Looking towards Drystan she realized what had happened. A smile crept across her face, impressed with everything that had occurred. “So, by forcing me to block that strike, I opened myself up.” The blue saber felt to her side and extinguished. “Interesting, I like it. Show me again.” The lightsaber ignited and Allyson faced the Jedi Knight. [/SIZE]

[member="Drystan Marakos"]

 

[Drystan Marakos]

Drystan gave a smirk, shifting back into line with the other woman. Her lightsaber staff ignited and Drystan readied herself, "Keep your mind on your opponent, Allyson... and no, a blaster wouldn't be faster."

~ Drystan stepped inward, striking out with another two strikes; targeting Allyson's left arm then her right hip. The blonde Jedi's weight shifted and her hips twisted, pivoting to impart some significant power and speed into the blows so-that Allyson would begin to understand what a real encounter might feel like. Drystan's final blow, same as before, was a feint as she utilized Trakata, but this time, Drystan brought one of the blades of the lightsaber in a downward arc, as-if she were attempting to split Allyson in two. She still wasn't using enough to frighten the woman, but she wanted it to seem real... the threat of a lightsaber in her face, a present danger.

Drystan would deactivate her saber at the precise moment of impact against Allyson's blade, then reignite it and step out and away, catching Allyson's lightsaber on the inside and hopefully sending it swinging wide. If everything went to plan, Drystan would end with the tip of one of her blades threatening [member="Allyson Locke"]'s midsection ~

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=10pt]Allyson pouted and then laughed when Drystan basically told her what her mind was thinking. A blaster seemed to always be the answer she wanted to have, but the other woman was right – it wasn’t always the best answer. The woman came at her again, this time faster and with a bit more strength behind the attacks. Allyson’s feet shifted giving her a base that could defend a strong blow. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The blade disappeared again, seeing this, Allyson stopped her block and stepped back to avoid the follow up of Drystan’s blade. The woman had committed to it, so Allyson side stepped to avoid the possible blow to her midsection and made a finger gun towards the woman’s head. “Pew”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]A playful laugh covered the sound of the lightsaber returning to its core. She folded her arms and mocked blowing smoke from the tip of her finger gun. “Sometimes a blaster is just for fun in situations – can also make you look kind of cool.” [/SIZE]

[member="Drystan Marakos"]

 

[Drystan Marakos]

Drystan followed through, but was impressed at how quickly the woman shifted position - the brief playfight brought the Jedi to a centered place. Allyson's mimicked gun to Drystan's head made her laugh, and she mimed shifting her head with the impact of the shot.

With a wink, Drystan deactivated her lightsaber alongside Allyson. "Don't get me wrong... I'd rather have a blaster than empty hands. Maybe we can practice with those sometime." She grinned at Allyson, "Nice moves, by the way... Your footwork is great, and your timing is good. If you're comfortable with a blaster, then by all means."

Drystan dropped her extinguished lightsaber to her side, and stood, enjoying the company. She felt eyes on them, and turned, seeing [member="Jarael Belaerys"] and [member="Jyoti Nooran"], and waved to them both.