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The Ferocity Form

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Early morning at Glee Anselm's Sith Academy. Though hard to tell that the sun had risen so deep under the ocean's surface, it's acolytes and staff did have digital clocks to tell them.

Through the doors of one of the many wide-open, gymnasium-like practice chambers, complete with padded floors and walls, walls lined with racks full of wooden sparring weapons, and even a few training lightsabers, were a few young, aspiring sith acolytes practicing the basics of Form I or some of their force abilities.

What stood out was one such apprentice, practicing near the corner of the chamber with a large weapon. It's hilt was about a foot and a half long by itself, the blade long and broad, longer than that of a normal one-handed weapon. The sith apprentice was Mullarus, the ambitious, dark haired, indigo-eyed apprentice to the very Sith Lord who founded this Academy he and the rest of these acolytes rested and trained within. This was not the first time Mullarus had practiced using this large, greatsword-like weapon. Previously, he had defeated his friend Dex in a spar with it in front of their masters. It was a good day. But it was also before the battle of Balmorra, before Mullarus had the fact thrown in his young face of how much he still had to learn.


Vaapad, he thought, as he held the large, but balanced weapon high, a part of Form VII. Juyo. The Ferocity Form.

Mullarus had already done some research on the form. Though, there was not much known of it in the Sith libraries and holocrons. The final of the seven universally-recognized lightsaber forms, it is the most dangerous of the seven.

To a jedi, maybe, Mullarus thought.

It was a form that acted like a lightsaber deflecting a blaster bolt, only the wielder was the blade and the foe's passion was the bolt. It fed off of it's opponent's dark side aura, and likewise, required immense focus from it's wielder. It is a form wielded by few jedi, as it is a dangerous gateway that scrapes the surface of the dark side. Many jedi who wield it are prone to succombing to the dark side's temptation.

Luckily for Mullarus, he did not have to worry about that.

Yet, the very jedi he had faced on Balmorra, a young woman, a padawan even, had used it against him. It broke him. He lost two fingers and his first lightsaber over it. He did not know how to fight it. That is why he was here, trying to put into practice what he had read of the form. However, he could not grasp it. He could not ask for help from his own master, as he had no knowledge of the form. Mullarus did not know of any with knowledge of Juyo or Vaapad.

So, once more, he put it upon himself. He would learn the form, master it if he could, so he could stand before that jedi once again and, this time, defeat her.


[member="Vengeance"]
 
Vengeance made the trip to Glee Anselm. He had not done so since it had been brought under the One Sith's control. He had been so busy running around the galaxy conquering more planets, learning more about the force and himself. It had been a very long time since he had seen his old friend Darth Pyrrhus. Well not really but each time it had been during missions on behalf of the Dark Lord. Today he was just looking to kick back and enjoy a few moments of peace.

He smiled as he walked around the Academy admiring the architecture of the place before he made his way past a few of the training rooms. One of the larger ones he decided to poke his head in and watch the Acolytes at work. He smiled watching the work until he noticed one off to himself in the back corner of the room. The young man wielded a weapon much too large for what he was trying to do.

Vengeance moved to only a few feet away but did not interrupt. Much like with his own apprentice Vaulkhar he just watched to see what would happen next.

[member="Mullarus"]
 
Mullarus tried giving the weapon a few swings as fast as he could. It weighed a bit more than the average training blade, so overhead strokes would help give it a helping hand from mother gravity. He raised it and swung, the blade gliding over his shoulder and, in a split second, made it's way down across Mullarus' torso and ending up facing the ground. The young man exhaled, suddenly getting the feeling as if he were being watched. He glanced around, taking note of the only thing seeming out of place here was the Sith Knight standing only a few feet away. It almost felt embarrassing to him now, having an audience.

On the other hand, maybe he knew something...

"Ah...uh, greetings, my lord" he felt the words stumble out of his mouth like a belligerent drunk falling out of a cantina's entryway. "Uhm...just out of curiosity, would you happen to know anything of Form VII? I'm trying to get a feel for it, but I can't seem to put my finger on it..."

Mullarus always felt like a child to ask for help on things. Then again, he was still an apprentice, though at this point, he felt he was a bit more skilled than most acolytes and apprentices. He had been one for a few years now, and while he did not necessarily agree with his master's moral standing on mos subjects, the cruel Lord of the Sith did choose him over a few other options on day one and had taught him many things he, too, may pass down to a student of his own one day.

Yet there was something different about asking for help on something from a total stranger. It felt wrong, but Mullarus was overcome by the determination to exceed the skill of that nasty padawan he failed to defeat on Balmorra, whom had cost him two fingers and his first lightsaber...

[member="Vengeance"]
 
Vengeance smiled.

"Not a Lord."

He looked the Acolyte over before speaking again.

"It is one I rarely use but yes I do know most of the basics behind it."

He paused.

"Your first problem is your choice of weapon itself." "Anyone watching you for only a moment can tell it does not suit you."

He shook his head.

"There is really no mystery to Juyo." "It is simply pure aggression fueled by the force." "It is based entirely on strength and power." "Much like trying to kill in a single blow." "The downside is it is a very exhausting form."

[member="Mullarus"]
 
Mullarus paused, looking at the large training weapon in his hand. "Ah...with all due respect, my l- er sir, I have practiced with this particular sized weapon for a long time now. I've sparred with and defeated other acolytes with it. I was going to build my second lightsaber like it, so i'm working on mastering it..."

He stopped, letting the man continue.

[member="Vengeance"]
 
"Vengeance. My name is Vengeance."

He looked the man up and down before wordlessly drawing his saber. He would pause for only a moment lifting it above his head with one hand the tip hovering just above his left shoulder. He smirked before swinging it around slashing at the Acolyte. He didn't stop there following it through into a two handed grip striking down at the acolytes head putting all his strength behind it. Vengeance pushed the Acolyte forward not giving him a chance to respond before attacking three mores times from different directions.

The thing about the form being pure offense, unrestrained, and unrelenting.


[member="Mullarus"]
 
The young man watched the Knight of the Sith, calling himself Vengeance, draw his weapon and ignite it. Mullarus expected the man to give a demonstration. Technically, he did. He just did not expect to be the demonstration. He saw the first move coming, considering he had a few seconds to react. If it had happened much sooner, he may have instinctively raised his weapon to defend himself, only for it to be severed in half.

Thankfully, with ample time to react, Mullarus's eyes widened with surprise and he moved quickly to avoid the attacks. He was not sure if the Knight's blade was powered down so he would not maim him if he failed to avoid a move, but he was not willing to take the chance. Mullarus moved around each strike quickly with experience and finesse. This obviously was not his first rodeo. He was, after all, experienced for an apprentice at this point.

He moved with precision and, finally, saw an opening to strike back. However, Mullarus held himself back from doing so. To him, this was practice. He felt he that the Knight was demonstrating the ferocity, the movements, and the focus of Form VII and that he was to observe, not to fight back.

Once his flurry of attacks had briefly ceased, Mullarus twirled his large training weapon and exhaled, his breathing notably heavier after the quickl movements.

[member="Vengeance"]
 
Vengeance barely gave the young Acolyte time to exhale before he raised his saber again and unleashed another flurry of attacks at the Acolyte. He pressed further and harder attacking the man's arms, slicing towards his head, his torso never letting up.

"You can learn a form, you can learn a new weapon." "Not both at the same time." "There is a reason new academy students initially learn with the same training saber."

He pressed further channeling through the force to make him stronger and faster with each strike. The more he pushed the more any danced in the fury of the dark side and the form itself.

"Run and you will just die tired." "Fight back, strike, lash out if you can." "Hit me , cut me, kill me if you can."

Mid slash at the Acolyte's head Vengeance kicked out to plant a boot in the man's chest his saber coming around into a double hand cleave straight down. As he finished it up Vengeance did a full spin slashing horizontally chest high bring it back into another to handed cleave towards the Acolyte's head. His eyes started to change flashing from their normal color to, a yellowish color, and then red as he kept pushing.

[member="Mullarus"]
 
The attacks began again. It started to annoy and anger Mullarus. He asked for guidance, not a spar. This 'Knight' was acting like he wanted to kill him. He really reminded him of his own master and his own cruel, often unfair methods of training and practice. Though at least Pyrrhus' methods made Mullarus stronger in the end. He was afraid he might have his head lopped off by this lunatic.

Mullarus gripped his weapon with both hands, channelling his anger. That comment pushed his limit. Clearly, the Knight took even training far too seriously. "You will find that I am not a new academy student, then!

Mullarus was kicked back a few steps by the man's boot, giving him a bit of space to move around some more. All of the dodging and bobbing and weaving was making him dizzy. As Vengeance performed his two-handed overhead attack, Mullarus would tighten the grip on his weapon and sidestep away from the attack, duck down as he saw his foe spin for momentum, and roll under his final strike aimed at his head.

When getting back up to his feet from his roll, rage burned within Mullarus' veins. It was just supposed to be practice...perhaps this is Vengeance's way of getting him mad. His anger could prove to make this practice much more fruitful.

Time to find out.

Now behind Vengeance, Mullarus looked back and remembered what he observed his opponent doing in his attacks. There was a flame burning within his eyes. His attacks were fast, coming out in almost every direction, one after another, with ferocious sith rage behind every swing. Mullarus got angry, gritting his teeth and letting out a war cry as he used his anger to brutally swing his weapon over his shoulder at Vengeance. Whether the attack hit or not did not matter. This was Juyo he was practicing. It was time to press the attack! He swung again, this time lower at Vengeance's legs. Another follow up, with a spin to gain momentum, he brought the broad wooden blade over again in a wide, horizontal arc. To finish his flurry of attacks, he swung the blade around and over his head with all of his might at Vengeance, who presumably ducked under his previous horizontal strikes. Whether he did or not, again, did not matter. Defense is not the focus here. Mullarus' annoyed anger fueled his barrage of attacks. He was not sure if this was Juyo, but he did his best to mimic the ferocity of Vengeace's own onslaught.

The angry barrage of attacks with the long, broad weapon in his hands felt like ecstasy burning in his veins. He truely was one with the dark side.

[member="Vengeance"]
 
Vengeance chuckled bringing his blade up to meet the first attack knowing saber against a wooden blade was a waist of time and effort on the Acolyte's part. He took a small burst of speed and shot back putting a good fifteen feet between him and the man.

"You are correct a new Academy student can be trained."

He deactivated his saber looking around.

"Lord Pyrrhus has done well with this place." "if you see him please tell him we need to catch up some time."

Vengeance turned heading towards the door. Before reaching it he looked over his shoulder.

"The thing about Form VII is while the theory can be taught mastery can't be taught." "That you must learn on your own." "Good luck young one."

Vengeance stepped out of the room headed towards food and drink.

[member="Mullarus"]
 
Mullarus stood there in awe for a moment, staring at his now half of a training blade. The sliced edge seared with smoke as the man called Vengeance deactivated his lightsaber and wished him luck.

It happened quickly. For a moment, Mullarus wondered if the man had even taught him anything, or simply wanted to vent his anger on him. No, of course he taught him. That was him teaching. The ecstacy of passion-fueled aggression being taken out in a flurry of attacks. Rage. It was something Mullarus had been trying very hard to control over the past few months. This was how he had to vent. Form VII. It made sense.

The other acolytes around the room turned their gazes away back to what they were doing before. It had only just occured to Mullarus at how easily he was disarmed. He was, however, grateful that the man hadn't done that to something like his arm instead.

But now...what would he practice with?

Thanks [member="Vengeance"] :)
 

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