Kerstas
Character
Kerstas stood in one of the lightsaber training rooms, her breathing elevated. Little drops of sweat reflected the light from her orange saber as they traveled down her skin.
In front of her were three training droids, programmed to attack one-by-one. Two already lay in pieces on the ground, a testament to her success thus far. The first went down in minutes, but the second one had been a bit more...difficult.
Now, however, she faced down the third. The Chagrian had yet to incur any injuries, but that did not mean she would get cocky now. Not until they were all dead, and she was the victor.
As it should be.
She lunged forward at the droid, and began to attack with parries and thrusts, adding in a flourish here and there. Makashi was an art, and it should always be treated as such. That was what the Overseer had taught her, long long ago, and that was what she held true to this day.
Her form was not perfect; the droid nearly had her a couple times already. It still showed the sloppiness of a beginner, but it was not as bad as a novice. She could, at the very least, hold her own against a Padawan.
As has already been the case.
Another lunge, another thrust, and a jab in the chest. Droid three went down.
Kerstas looked at the remaining two droids.
"Next."
In front of her were three training droids, programmed to attack one-by-one. Two already lay in pieces on the ground, a testament to her success thus far. The first went down in minutes, but the second one had been a bit more...difficult.
Now, however, she faced down the third. The Chagrian had yet to incur any injuries, but that did not mean she would get cocky now. Not until they were all dead, and she was the victor.
As it should be.
She lunged forward at the droid, and began to attack with parries and thrusts, adding in a flourish here and there. Makashi was an art, and it should always be treated as such. That was what the Overseer had taught her, long long ago, and that was what she held true to this day.
Her form was not perfect; the droid nearly had her a couple times already. It still showed the sloppiness of a beginner, but it was not as bad as a novice. She could, at the very least, hold her own against a Padawan.
As has already been the case.
Another lunge, another thrust, and a jab in the chest. Droid three went down.
Kerstas looked at the remaining two droids.
"Next."
