Set Determination [Solo Thread]

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Voss Temple Gardens​

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early morning​

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He had spent the last couple of days in the Voss Academy Library, closed off in a small reading room going over all the data he found on Makashi. Precision and elegance is the part of the component of this form, blade work that will give the user pin-point accuracy and effortless defense, these are words that described a consummate user of this form in Count Dooku, a man of elegance in application not of heart but still Theo is interested in his abilities as a swordsman. He wants his craft of the blade to become practiced to the point of instinct, and to do that he knows he must start now.

It is going to be a long path to walk upon to become like Master [member="Jericho"], but the first steps have already been taken and now he will continue as instructed my his master. Theo is here to training alone, set the regime once more and push himself to the limit, even though that might be hard to do solo, but he does not want to return to his master one month from now having done nothing.

He pushed open the gate to the small yard in which the training room is ready and open. The day sits moist upon ground, the grass wet from morning dew as are the steps and platform. Theo enters the room and casts aside his outer robes on a bench by the wall and take up Belawir, his lightsaber.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Walking to the center of the padded floor, Theo placed his saber on the surface and stood up to dress in the equipment Master Jericho has given him to borrow. It was difficult to put the gauntlets on his arms but he eventually managed before securing the vest. He decided to start with the regiment of exercises first, a good warm up and hoped it would aid his lightness of feet. Mother's lesson had helped as well, more so to improve his agility and swiftness even though he had felt so awkward and clumsy in the dance. So he began with the squats, pushing his body with each one but this time he had learned the lesson to control his body temperature through tapas and would feel the effects of the heat.

It is a hot day on Voss, what breeze existed did little to cool, but the air had become heavy with moisture, and soon there would be a storm. It could sense it coming. And he allowed this sensation to take him, closing his eyes Theo allowed the atmosphere to wrap him up, the fizz of electricity in the air fueling his purpose and will. And before it knew it, he had completed the first part of the exercises. His body did not feel the pain of the burning, his muscles growing used to the labour but now for the fun part, balancing on his toes, now that did hurt.

With set determination, he pushed off the ground slightly and stood still. He could hear the distance thunder approaching and decided to count until the next and so on, just to keep his mind away from his calf muscles aching. For further balance, Theo raised his arms out to the side parallel to the floor palms upward as he continued to mediate focusing on the storm. Then, in his mind's eye came the image of Belawir, nostrils flaring with white vapour issuing with each breath, black eyes with a white star in the center looked back at him before a loud bellow erupted from his long throat.

Opening his eyes, Theo saw the first flash of lightning before the thunder boomed over the roof of the training room. He is not afraid of storms, having grown up on Tabaqui where they are daily occurance, and soon the rain began to fall, a soothing sound and the heavy rain landed on the roof and filled the gutters and found it's way to the brook outside.

His feet rested lightly on the floor the exercise complete and as one arm lowered to his side, the other summon his saber and hit his open palm with a firm thud.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Mother's dance class, the horror that it was, had actually taught Théo something. And that was, to always keep moving to avoid the enemy's strike, in the case of the lessons the enemy was girls but this determination to avoid them can transfer to other areas when fighting a real foe. Couple this with the exercises set my his blade master, Théo's foot work had improved greatly. He ignited "Belawir", the white blade almost as long as his body burst forth before his blue eyes and he took a moment to look over the blade, shimmering and vibrating in the air. This never ceased to amaze him, how such a weapon could exist and yet be so deadly, a thing of beauty, elegance, simplicity in a way.

This young man holds a special bond to this blade, the essence of his homeland firmly placed within it, a powerful unique crystal sits at it's heart and his father's 'hand' upon the hilt, a connection to his father that will remain with Théo forever, his spirit has a presence here too.

Taking stance, feet positioned in readiness, his arms held close to his body, Théo imagined an invisible foe before him. With a growing aptitude of movement, the blade blocked would be strikes, left and right. Counter-attack strikes reaching out to advantage low to the ground before retreat. All the while his feet shifted and pivoted to form a better position for what would come.

Théo formed a routine, a series of set movements which he repeated over and again, until he was happy with his form. His body felt hot for the exercise, the weight of the equipment Master Jericho had lent him baring down on his body, but Théo used the force to carry the burden and paused the first part of his solo training. He did not rest however, nor did he take up water but commenced the brutal exercise once more, the squats and balancing techniques. His Valkyri strength coming into play, growing more so with each passing day, his body pushed. For someone his age, he was becoming buff. Théo Heavenshield was on the precipice of a new phase of his life.

Once the routine was completed, Théo summon the remotes ..

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

His large sapphire blue eyes, followed the movement of the remote as it hung in the air sway this way and that, rotating in random movements before it fired the first bolt. Theo, easily blocked the volley and shifted his feet to continually keep on the move and not stand flat footed as he once would have. He remember to keep his arms tucked to the side of his body, using minimal effort on the strikes to conserve energy. His strikes, although not perfect in the way of the form, they are effective.

The second volley came and pulling up his arm in a horizontal position the second move completed. The remote is targeting the body zones, for now and at a slow pace. It was a little too easy ... which meant that Theo's practicing was paying off. The remote moved in a complete circle dropping height from time to time to vary the shots and each time Theo moved with good foot work and fast hands. Belawir felt good in his hands, he had learned to loosen is grip to let the hilt sit on his palm with a lighter touch and his wrists very strong as they are, more fluid now.

But through the drill, Theo grew complacent and one of the bolts struck him on the leg, to which he curse from the pain. And this hit heralded one more thing.. to stop and go through his master routine once more. Angry with himself for dropping concentration, Theo extinguished his saber and summon the remote to turn it off for now.

Placing his saber on the floor once more, the began the hard exercise for the next two hours.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Coming up the garden path Coci could sense her son within the training room. She smiled, it had been too long since she had time with him and she needed to assure him that everything would be fine with their family. The cloud of sadness still hung over them all, although they all went about their daily routine, and even she had much on her mind with the revelation of Thyrian and her previous connection. This was something she would need to speak with Thurion about at some point. There should be no secrets between husband and wife and she was not going to start holding them now.

Coci entered through the small wooden gate, she smiled it reminded her of Midvinter which is probably why Théo likes this place. There is more of the grand father and father in him then she first realised which she considered a very good thing indeed. She walked quietly up the few steps not wanting to disturb him just yet and so she stood and watched as Théo seemed to be balancing on his toes, a hard sweat formed on his face the lines of it evident as the moisture had cut through the grim leaving a trail. Each day, he is becoming more and more like his father with a set determination that would only rival her own. She is so very proud of him and Nina, they are becoming wonderful people and a strong future for the Jedi.

"Hello Padawan", she said with a grin. Entering the room she walked to her son and opened her arms. "Have you grown up so much that you don't want a hug from your mother?". Regardless of the answer Coci's arms folded around him holding him tight. She pulled back looking down into his face with loving motherly eyes, her hand reaching up to push back his longish hair. "You need a hair cut", she said teasing her son knowing this would irk him.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

"Aw Mama I am trying to train", he said annoyed but secretly loving her hugs and kisses. "I am not going to cut my hair! and when I am old enough I will grow a beard and be as hairy as Grand Father!", he got her back with a smile. "Or maybe father".

His mother laughed and stood back to watch him. "How is Master [member="Jericho"] treating you?", she asked knowing that Jericho was a tough task master. Théo reached down and picked up Belawir once more and ignited the white blade. His eyes looked passed the blade to the black eyes of his Mama's, "He is very good, very hard but .. I like it and I like him".

"You know that Master Jericho and I had a duel once, the two of us got the final of the tournament .. it was a close fight but he won. And rightly so, Jericho has been a blademaster for years and has learn much that he can pass onto you. Yes he is tough but if this is what you want, he is the right man for the job".

Théo nodded his head, he knew she was correct. "I know Mother .. oh.. fancy a duel with me?". Mother's face looked surprised, but she smiled as did he for that meant she had accepted the challenge. He watched his mother ignite her purple blade, he wondered why she had such a colour and maybe one day he would ask her.

"When you are ready", mother took stance and waited.