K i n g
Bothawui
Novatrooper Combat Training Center
Courtyard
05:54
[member="Anya Malvern"]
The Force often moves much like water flows around the various items that line the bank of a stream. It does not stop, it does not force the items into motion, yet after time the items will either move with the stream or they are forever washed away. While The Force in it's entirety was of such a manner, the Dark Side was something more entirely. The Dark Side of the Force was much like water brought to a roaring boil. It could harm those near it and it was a powerful force in it's entirety. Young but powerful Adron struggled with the true natures of the Dark Side, he struggled with tapping into the release that opened the doorway to such power. As of now he merely scratched the surface, bringing out minor amounts of the nether's dark power.
He had been meditating half of the night, awaiting the moment when he could finally break the concentration his mind had build up. Finally, he could feel it, the warm rays of the morning sun had arisen to where they shined over the lands.
Upon opening his eyes he found his vision blurred by the lengthy time he had spent keeping his eyelids shut. Yet the soft light of twilight was welcoming, just as welcoming as the slowly rising sound of boots impacting the ground.
Adron unfolded his legs, rising from his sitting position to that of a vigilant kneel. His eyes washed over the courtyard as the footsteps grew more prevalent.
Laying before him was a training blade, dulled down so it could not impact a grievous cut. With the leather training hide he wore it would be rather difficult for a blade of such temper to inflict damage. As Adron's hand reached out to take the weapon into his own the footsteps came to a silent halt.
The Moff smirked and looked up, the Courtyard now had a duo of soldiers, each one taking up a position in one of the cardinal directions to the space. By the leather uniforms they wore it was difficult to ascertain their identity. Yet Adron knew them well, as his personal guard. The Imperial Novatrooper's were some of the best in the galaxy, and served as keen sparring partners for the High Moff.
Standing to his full height he saw that each of the men held a training sword to match his. They were not great swordsmen but they were capable warriors all together.
The two men sprinted forward, the soldier directly behind him moved first. However, his counter part that stood in front of Adron also made his advance. Dipped into the Force Adron's senses were as heightened as they could get. Rolling his wrist, he allowed a quick flourish of his blade before sprinting forward. The Novatrooper before him brought his sword back, giving off a wide swing toward the Moff's chest. Adron stopped short, allowing the swing to harmlessly pass him before closing the distance between the two. Strafing forward his free fist flew forward, impacting the man's chest.
As the trooper stumbled back Adron spun on his heel, bringing his blade up in a diagonal swing. When Adron's blade met the Novatrooper whom intended to attack his rear he knew he was on the top of his game this morning. However it did not stop the fist that flew from the trooper. Impacting the side of his jaw Adron was forced to back up, creating a distance between himself and the attacker. Just as he stepped back the Novatrooper he had struck in the chest recovered, bringing his sword down on Adron's back.
With a loud grunt he arched his back, the pain cutting into his spine. With not time to reel he slammed a foot on the ground, pushing off of it as he spun around. His sword carved a circular perimeter in the air, forcing both of the soldiers back. Using this window he ran forward, using his sword to bat his opponents out of the way. A hand wrapped around the Novatrooper's throat as Adron reversed his grip on his own weapon.
Slamming the hilt of his weapon into the soldier's face he watched as blood trickled from his opponents nose. Able to sense the attack from his rear he brought his arm back in a wide arch, allowing his blade to block the other trooper. Releasing his grip from the man Adron spun around, this time he crouched at his knee. He brought his hilt to the trooper's gut, causing him to fold over into himself. As the two dropped to the ground Adron exhaled softly, dropping his sword on the ground. Rolling his neck around he looked down at them.
"Not bad, but still a little predictable." He helped the soldier in front of him to his feet with a confident smile.
"I'm sorry Sir, we didn't think you'd use the hilt." He coughed, holding his midsection that possibly contained a broken rib. "Every part of a sword is a weapon. Now enough of that. We train so we make our mistakes here, and not in the battlefield. Thank you both for my morning warm up. Now get to the Medcenter and back to duty."
As the bloodied soldier stood up he nodded at the High Moff. "Of course sir, thank you for the sparring round."
Adron watched as the two soldiers retrieved their weapons and made their way out of the courtyard. The High Moff exhaled softly before bending down to get his own weapon. "Now, where is my real training partner?" He called out, looking around the courtyard with an arched brow.
