Sweet Songs of the Blade!

[Quincy Evelyn Sharpe]

Quincy walked to the open plains in which she was called to battle. [member="Darth Ferus"] is the one sent her will to learn into a rattle. She had not trained yet with a blade. Nor a sith she has been properly made. Once in the center of the grassy plain. She was ready for the lessons she is about to gain. Her heart beat faster as the clock ticked down. She meditated to calm her nerves with a frown. She was afraid of this sith master. Unless she is to learn much faster. The art of the blade is something quick. Powerful strikes and movements so slick.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"There is no reason to be afraid, you see." Said the voice of a woman, who could it be? Before [member="Quincy Evelyn Sharpe"] came the shape of this being. Yet what was the identity of this thing? Red eyes glowed with a joy. One of a child who found a lost toy. For Darth Ferus had come to play. And this girl would see it was hell to pay. A single hand fell down to her side. Followed by her voice did she chide.

"You have come, much as I asked. I can see we are going to have a blast!" Much like a child did this Sith giggled. Almost like she had found herself tickled. Up came her hand, smooth and clean. But what was that in her hand that gleamed? A cylinder black as night. By the Force, this was a delight! A lightsaber for this acolyte to claim. Would this bring about her fame? A light toss, and the blade was away. "Turn it on, and we can begin this play."

 

[Quincy Evelyn Sharpe]

The apprentice of the dark side grabbed the blade motion. She studied the hilt and made notation. She stood her body up and bowed to the creature before her eyes. Then with a quick motion she took a stance she saw her master take with despise. Her motions were steady. Though she may not have been ready. She let the saber ignite within her grasp and light the blade that extended. If she didn't give the master [member="Darth Ferus"] a challenge, she was sure to get reprimanded.

With one swift motion the blade flew towards the sith as Quincy rushed the woman she faced. Though she knew she needed to keep her swings paced. The blade took a rise from below versus an above strike. The idea was to draw her attention to the spike. The idea was to send out a swift strike not mean to hit the opponent, rather disorient them to throw a force push. Though not strong enough to make her rush.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Red eyes went up, following the blade. Oh how Ferus missed being in it's shade. This new body was weak, frail. And always seemed to threaten to fail. Yet this Sith was calm. This was a child, not a bomb. Though Ferus quickly learned [member="Quincy Evelyn Sharpe"] was not to be dismissed. For quick came the push, and the Sith became pissed. A low growl escaped her lips as she was thrown back. Clearing the plain and hitting a shack. A resounding thud was all that was heard. But Ferus was quick as any bird.

As she flew back her hand came around. And what could it be thus weaponless Sith found? Why, a spear, her own in design. Yes indeed, this was a good find. A quick twist and a jerk, and the weapon came spinning. Landing in front of Ferus singing. It hungered for blood, as the noise grew louder. It was a weapon of such power! Gripped in the telekinetic hold of the Lord the blade flew out. It thrust out like it was thrown mid shout! Quick as a bullet did the blade go. But Ferus wasn't done with this show. A twist of the hand sent the spear spinning. And now the acolyte would see the force brimming. Like a buzz saw Vrasjyme soared. And it certainly couldn't be ignored.

"Let the fun begin, my new friend!" It was all the Sith said, but please dont let this end.

 

[Quincy Evelyn Sharpe]

With a swish the blade went back. Underhanded was the blade held, prepared for the next attack. Her own style in which she just created. One that will leave strike that were not to be berated. She felt her body quicken as she adapted to needing to go faster. A technique that she was not taught by her master. She quickly rushed towards the spear to take it head on. Within seconds the young acolyte would vanish from her spot, her legs carrying her making her anticipation gone. She studied the spear that was spinning towards her, as it was only a few moments from her face. A short voice allowed her to speak "I will not be a disgrace!" Her legs swept down causing her to slide underneath the spear, causing her to spin. With a quick motion she let the blade release through the air so thin. The idea was to redirect the spear or delay it as she continued her advanced attack. One that might take her new enemy aback.

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[Darth Ferus]

"Good, keep this all going!" Ferus thoroughly enjoying. With a grin as wide as sin she scanned. Ever so carefully this Sith planned. Away her spear was knocked to the side. Oh how much joy she just could not hide! A grip of the force was set close by. And onto herself did the grip reside. Quick as [member="Quincy Evelyn Sharpe"] came the Sith flew back. Oh how many tricks she had in her sack. Without so much of a movement of her legs she sailed away, keeping pace while keeping at bay. Away from the blade she went in a flash, almost as if there was an offer of cash. Up came her hand, the force brimming bright. And from behind did her spear ignite. A flick of the wrist and the spear came spinning. Once more like before to be winning! Up down left and right it came, being sure there was no chance to evade. "Keep it up, or in blood this will be paid!"