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[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

His eyes would raise slightly at the mention of instruction, before they would simmer back down. He continues to face forward, allowing her to circle him without him following her directly with his eyes. His ears could clearly pick up where she was, even with her near silent movements. He unclips his spear from the holster, holding it in his right hand, rubbing his thumb of the base of the weapon.

He would focus for a few moments, planning out how he would attack, he spoke in deep, focused tone. "Of course, I do. It's why I'm here, is it not?" He questioned, but as soon as he finished he sentence he would swing his spear around; aimed at the floor in an 360 degree motion; attempting to swipe up her legs, and knock her onto her backside.

He would emit a loud grunt, half way through the spin; focusing deeply.

[member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

There it was; the attack. This would probably be the instance where some practitioners would do an amazing flip or catch the weapon miraculously with their teeth. However, Ophidia believed in the conservation of energy. So instead of jumping high up in the air, doing some sort of corkscrew twist and three-point landing, she simply hopped backwards against the motion of the spear. Much in the same fashion children skip rope.

In her little hop, she pulled her legs up to her chest, letting the shaft pass harmlessly under her feet. Seeing as her hop was also quite short, she had no trouble landing. Both feet connected with the ground, and the very moment they did, Ophidia pushed her right palm out against Honas'di, sending a new and more powerful wave of Force Energy at him.

If the push landed, she would wait for him to crash, then near immediately move for a pull. Not towards herself, but rather as though flinging his massive body from one wall to the next. Telekinesis; one of the most basic, but, also one of the most useful techniques in any force user's arsenal. Be it push, pull, choke or crush.

[member="Honas'di"]

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

His eyes would widen slightly, as it hits him; the realization of him being bested. His ears twitched immediately as he hears her small feet leave the ground and his spear slicing through the moggy air. Missing the target.

A slight gasp would be heard leave his lips, before the sheer impact of the telekinetic wave would blast him back against the wall once more, his spear leaving his hands mid-air, smashing his large head off one of the pillars, before instantly being sent the other way. A moan would be heard as his right side of his body hit the other wall, his entire build sliding down the wall in a broken manner.

He would limper to his feet, before narrowing his eyes, his mouth foaming slightly out of sheer anger. He paused, staring at her. "How..." he said in a dark tone, fighting his instincts to charge straight back at her in another attempt to hit her.

[member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

"The Force. Command it, and you command the universe."

Once more, she turned her shoulder to her opponent, making herself a narrow target. Her left hand reached over towards the spear, and with a wave of her hand, it floated up into the air. Slowly it turned to point at Honas'di.

"The possibilities are endless. This is what it means to be Sith; this is power."

A new axis of rotation was added to the spear as it begun to spin like an arrow, gathering up velocity. It launched in the direction of its owner, but the trajectory was intentionally off. She set her eyes on the blue-furred giant once more. It was not a cocky stare this time, but closer to one of disgust.

"Your strength is nothing here. You are nothing. Yet, you can become something great. If you bow and swear fealty to The One Sith and the masters of this academy."

It was funny how the order that put so much emphasis on power to the individual required such submission. The reason was simple: The strong must rule. The Sith would only serve one who was proven to be stronger, more capable, the powerful. By waltzing in, he had insulted the institution, and by extension, everyone within it. He had laid claim on training without submitting his pride as tribute. Many did this error, all were broken the same. Some turned into great Sith, more perished under the pressure.

[member="Honas'di"]

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

The Nelvaanian, would stare into the spinning spear, as if not frightening him. He watched it calmly, before it flew past him. He would grunt, taking a few steps forward listening closely to her words. He kept his thoughts to himself before he would simply nod his head.

"If that is what it takes, then I shall bow before you." Growls in defeat, as he would simply dip his head and torso forming a sort of half bow. He would leave his head lowered, as he slowed his breathing and allowed his anger and emotions to fuel him.

Though, he held in a great despising feeling about her. He disliked her, not as if he was here to make friends. No. He felt something weird, a connection of hatred between them; maybe it was just her trying to constantly best him, intimidate him. She did beat him, though she did not scare him. He would bow his head, as he knew this was the only way to keep on the path to becoming a Sith.

[member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

"Your training begins tomorrow. Report to [member="Darth Ferus"], he will see to your training."

She pulled up the hood of her robe and pulled it down to mask parts of her face. Her hands clasped behind her back and she turned sharply to the right. The Rattataki had other matters to attend to, and this had gone on for long enough. She was certain her old master could whip the dog into some resemblance of an assassin.

"Until then, lick your wounds and familiarise yourself with the locale."

She strode towards the exit of the training hall. Right next to her, she heard credits shifting hands as bets were settled. Some stared curiously at Honas'di still, others went back to their business. A nautolan walked over to the large canine with an offer of showing him around, no doubt thinking he could make a profitable alliance.

He will do alright.

[member="Honas'di"]

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

He would follow her with his eyes as she exited, the training area. Before, shifting his eyes to the acolytes exchanging credits. Before snapping his head to the approaching Nautolan, and pushing him away in a sheer act of letting out his anger, before walking off on his own.