Techniques [Darth Ferus]

[Darth Ayra]

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Ayra placed her hands on her hips, Lightsaber gleamed in the sun light, as she leaned forward slightly, laughing. "What do you want me to call you? Ugly?" She stopped laughing, standing up straight, with a large grin on her face. "I'm saying you're good looking, for a Zabrak. If I swung your way, I definitely would."

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Darth Ayra"]

"Swung.. My way? What does that mean?" More curiosity. It's amazing how little this man knows about that sort of thing. He was almost like a child. A child who killed people without pause, but a child. He would watch Ayra warily though. Swinging to him usually meant with a sword, the lightsaber kind. So he was on edge on that being what she meant.

 

[Darth Ayra]

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She sighed. "You're hopeless." Rolling her eyes, her smile faltered, hoping that he had the sense to catch on she was joking; or this would end badly.

For them both.

"So, Darth Ferus. Are you going to teach me now?" She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, biting her lip nervously.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Darth Ayra"]

He blinked once. Hopeless..? He laughed. Actually laughed, and grinned. He didn't remember where he head heard it before, but he knew it's implication. Ferus shook his head, before motioning with Deus.

"Remove your blaster. You're not going to want that swinging around for what I will show you."

 

[Darth Ayra]

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She looked down to the disruptor pistol that hung from her hip. "I wonder if he just playing it safe, in case he loses something next time I use it." Curling her lip in thought, she decided to comply and took out the pistol, lowering it to the ground. She held up her index finger in a gesture for him to wait, and then took out the pistol that she tucked in behind her pants. She lowered it beside the other pistol as well. "Ataru, I guess?" Ayra asked, when she was finished putting away her gear.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Darth Ayra"]

He nodded. Ferus held up a single hand, pointing it to the walls around the area. "I want you to jump. Around all of this. Jump around until you can't anymore or I say to stop. I want to see how long your endurance will last."

 

[Darth Ayra]

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Ayra couldn't remember exactly where, perhaps when she was younger, but what she did remember about Ataru, was aerobatics. The ability to twist, contort and manipulate the body to perform maneuvers and jumps whilst wielding a Lightsaber. Lifting her gaze to the walls, she saw why Ferus had chosen this courtyard now. It had several platforms and apparatus for the types of jumps and flips she would be learning.

She climbed onto the first platform, and then began to jump across all the other platforms, one at a time, her senses attuned to the jump while at the same time, focused on what Ferus was about to say and guide. Now she was the student and he was the tutor.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Darth Ayra"]

Ferus nodded slowly as he watched her leap around. He would keep quiet for a moment, simply letting her do her own thing before he would speak up. "See the statues? They're useless. Take out your saber and remove just their hand. One hand, one try. If you mess up, I'll send a push out to knock you down yeah? Keep going up."

 

[Darth Ayra]

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She heard him, and looked up on the eight ramp, to where the statue was. She leaped, and locked her hand on a bar to roll herself into the air onto ninth. Pressing her heels off the ledge, she flipped and ignited her Lightsaber, slashing it at the statues neck. It hit, but didn't decapitate it entirely. What's more, her landing was badly and she buckled, falling onto her side. Ayra made sure not to drop her Lightsaber as she laid there.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Darth Ayra"]

A burst of the Force would find it's way up to Ayra, and Ferus would growl. "I said hand, not head!" Though he was impressed. Not many could keep up as well as she was when first learning how to use a blade while jumping.

 

[Darth Ayra]

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The Force took her as she laid on the side, recovering. In a way, it was a karma effect for what she had done to his leg. Flying off the side of the ramp, she fell on the back of her head, as well as her spine, on the ramp below. The wind had been taken out of her and she felt her Lightsaber roll out of her hand, somewhere near her thigh, still on the ramp. "Don't cry," Ayra said to herself. "Pain is temporary, the Force shall set me free... Pain is temporary, the Force shall set me free... Pain is temporary, the Force shall set me free..." And for two minutes, she kept repeating that until she felt she could move.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Darth Ayra"]

"Oi, get up." He was crouched behind her, his head above her as he watched. It wasn't his intention to harm her, well. A lot. After watching her land on her head he couldn't help but feel a pang of guild flow through him. And worry. His form became rigid before he went over to her, more then determined not to show any of those feelings.

But even for a Lord his feelings would betray in his eyes.

 

[Darth Ayra]

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Ayra looked up at Ferus for a time, at his eyes; and saw something behind them. She didn't comment, however, pushing herself up to sit upright. Holding the back of her head, which was throbbing. Using her knees to get up to her feet, she went to slap Ferus across the face out of anger and frustration. It wouldn't be a bad bet if he caught her hand, however.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Darth Ayra"]

With his own confusion of motion he took the slap, his head turning with it. He kept quiet for a moment before lowering his head, standing himself.

"Sorry."

 

[Darth Ayra]

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"You will be, if you do that to me again." Spitting off the side of the ramp, a mixture of blood and salvia in the ground, she murmured. "I think we should call it a day and meet here again tomorrow." Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she called her Lightsaber to her hand via the Force and began to climb back down to the ground. When she reached there, she picked up her gear and left the courtyard, where she would return the following day.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Darth Ayra"]

Ferus wouldn't leave the courtyard that night, instead sitting in the area itself. He felt guild, annoying guilt at the fact he had almost claimed the girls life. Normally, that wouldn't so much as cause him to blink an eye. Yet the accident seemed to catch him off guard, cause him to doubt.

Doubt.

The Zabrak shook his head, deciding to sit in the empty space, thinking. What exactly was going on in him? What was he feeling? He would only keep quiet, simply waiting for the next day.

 

[Darth Ayra]

Day two, Sabarene, Sith Temple courtyards.

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It was the second day. On the first, Ayra had taught Ferus the basics of Djem So and now it was his to Master, through more training and combat. They had also covered Ataru, but the woman had hurt herself during her aerobatic training, with a lot of help from Ferus. A large, purple bruise had appeared on the side of Ayra, from where she had landed. But no broken ribs, thankfully. It shined in the day light shining above her as she entered the courtyard, in another black combat vest, trousers and boots.

She lifted her gaze up to [member="Darth Ferus"] and shouted up to him. "You're early."

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Darth Ayra"]

Ferus was sitting on one of the ledges by this time, a single leg hanging off. Oddly enough, he was sound asleep, his chest falling and rising faint as can be. Her voice did little to stir him, but all around the courtyard hands of the countless statues laid about. It seems the Zabrak spent more of the night practicing his own training method.

 

[Darth Ayra]

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She surveyed the fallen hands of each statue, whilst she climbed up to where Ferus was sitting. When she arrived, she stared at the back of his head for a moment, before walking forward and lowering herself to his left hand side. Allowing both legs to dangle over the edge, she said. "What happened here, then?"

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Darth Ayra"] (Quick note, it's hands [The one with fingers] not heads)

By the time she got up there he was awake. Never in his life was Ferus remotely close to a sound sleeper, unless heavily intoxicated or drugged. But his gaze would not look at the woman, rather survey the collection of hands he had left at the bottom. With a shrug he would answer her, his voice still rather groggy from the sleep.

"Tested my own method, just to be sure. It works rather well."