Swinging for the Fences

[Epistor of Phasekion]

"Ayah...!"

Eustachya threw herself down on the mat yet again, landing on her back harshly with her wingspan spread out from her body. First, she seemed to writhe in the initial pain, but in fact her eyes were squinted closed in at attempt to concentrate as well.

Then she rotated her hips and threw her weight, meanwhile swinging her legs. She pushed up with her back, also. The combination of movements sprung her into the air. Somehow, she landing on one knee, other leg extended in front of her at a downwards angle. Her lightsaber was posed at some invisible opponent, but left ignited.

After a long moment of holding her position, Eustachya pushed herself to her feet, grunting once more.

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[Sor-Jan Xantha]

The young boy walked inside of the training arena.

It was the part of the Silver Rest that he visited most often. Unlike the other younglings of the temple, this one wore a different style of tunic. Instead of the wrap-around nature of Jedi clothing, this was a blue pullover with matching color trousers. The sleeves were a slightly darker color, with a military style patch on the sleeves that displayed Kaminoan iconography.

It was a Galactic Republic uniform, though was likely no longer recognizable as such. So many centuries having passed between the time that Three had last spent time with his clone brothers.

The boy's head turned, the sound of someone hitting the mat catching his attention. There was a woman there. A pale skinned, human-looking lady with dark blonde hair. As he watched, she popped back to her feet with her lightsaber at the ready.

The youngling gave a bow toward the woman, in acknowledgment of her presence, as the boy entered into where she was training. Removing his boots, the boy stepped onto the matting. From his belt, he produced a Sasori staff. Extending the staff out to its full length, the boy started working through several basic exercises.

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[Epistor of Phasekion]

The answer of how to recover from being knocked down had not been written into her martial training regimens as of yet, so she had thought best to teach herself. It might save her life on a mission, should she find herself separated from her master. Or, rather, hopefully and at the very least, she might be able to impress him.

Eustachya had turned around as a boy entered the gymnasium. Within, confusion struck up, but she simply smiled and nodded back at him. She didn't recognize his uniform, as she was currently enrolled in a Jedi history course but hadn't yet learned much about the clones of Jango Fett.

She hopped down off the mat, gliding over the wood floor barefooted to the cubby she had claimed for the session. There, she took a drink from her water flask. As she tipped back her head, she saw the boy's movements from the corner of her eye. While not exactly the same, though not any less skillful and impressive, they reminded her of the Matukai form she had tried once with the resident Adept nonetheless.

"Quite impressive, little one," she spoke up after capping at setting down her vessel--awe, not condescension, in her voice.

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[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Step. Pivot. Step.

The staff wasn't his usual weapon. It did, however, have the benefit of good balance. Rotating his arms, the boy was mostly focused on his foot work with this exercise. It was k'tara, a martial art that focused on moving within a confined space.

It was somewhat like doing a box step. The boy was running through a directional exercise that worked in a sequence of eight movements. Step. Pivot. Step. Pivot. Keep the weight up on the balls of the feet. Drop the center of gravity to maintain good balance.

The arm and weapon movements followed through with the motion of his legs. Step into a strike. Pivot. Sweep out with the staff. Pull in with a step. Push out with a pivot.

"Quite impressive, little one,"

Turning his head, the young clone looked back... and then craned his head back to look up... at the sound of a voice addressing him.

It was the woman who had been training when he had walked in.

The boy held the staff behind his back, parallel to the floor, as he turned to face her. "Thank you," the boy said. His Basic was tinged with a Concord Dawn accent, a linguistic habit of Jango Fett's that persisted even with the regimented way in which the clones had been educated on Kamino.

"I didn't disturb your training... did I?"

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