The Numbered Basics Of Melee [Dimah]

[Northwood Galaxy]

Dimah had sat down as he spoke. She was getting better? A small smile crept through her lips.

She shuddered, remembering the sith mistress she once was under.

"No, Master Dragon, I don't want to be a slave to the Sith, not again." Shaking, she stood up. "I am ready."

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

The Master would nod then as she would note wanting to go on and continue to overcome her weaknesses. Good, he thought. Perhaps this one has some hope after all. "Alright" He would remark as he would take the whip again, taking a deep breath. Just treat it like a sparring match, he told himself... It'd be fine.

"Let's take it from the top then. Are you ready, Dimah?" He would inquire. Hopefully she would be, the session wasn't finished just yet, and they were indeed making good progress.

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[Northwood Galaxy]

Dimah gave a nod and set herself into a defensive position. She was ready, even though the whip still made her nervous.

When the whip was swung at her, she would raise her training saber to block it. Her current training with the Jedi repeated in her mind like a mantra. Soon, the battle was the only thing on her mind. She saw the whip, but it seemed to be slow. Her master's moments were as if he had honey on him. The room flowed around her like water, there was no fear or any real emotion.

Just focus....... calmness... peace.... She spun away from the whip as it neared her ribs. concentrating, she reached to the force. Dimah raised her left hand and pushed the saber away, possibly into a wall.

She had no clue, she was in a trace, a fighting trance. Her mind jolted in warning, but it was soon silenced. She was calm and at peace, why would being in this trance be any issue?

Dimah went deeper into the trance, her moments becoming more and more purposeful and deliberate.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

He had trained her the best he could thus far, and he hoped to see that she would have taken those lessons to heart and done her best with them. So he would swing, seeing if she would block it. She blocked, and he would wait as she would spin away from it and quickly unleash a Force Push. Not having much experience with the weapon, it would fly out of his hand.

He watched as the saber whip would hit the wall, then the ground and deactivate. Dimah was no longer shaking, no longer focusing on the whip itself. Instead, he could sense it. She was calm, serene. In the heat of battle, she had overcome a weakness that could have proven to be her demise.

He took a deep breath, and nodded his head in turn.

"Good" He spoke calmly as he took a deep breath, using the Force to move the saber back to it's rack. "You've overcome your fears."

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[Northwood Galaxy]

(Requested the name change, no answer yet.)

Dimah deactivated e training saber, surprised she was barely panting.

"I DID IT!" She shouted in glee, sounding like an excited child.


She looked at the electrowhip for what it really was, a piece of string. "It doesn't look scary anymore, it's just a piece of string."

Suddenly, the exhaustion caught on and Dimah found herself on the ground, unable to move and wanting to close her eyes.

"Master Dragon?" She said, a hint of fear in her voice.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Unlike many Masters, Josh did not punish for showing emotion. They were people after all, not tools or weapons. The moment they were forced to hide their emotions, forced to suppress them and be cold and without them... That made them droids. Weapons. Robots. Not people. Josh did not teach like that and he would never want his Padawans to turn out like that.

For all the Jedi he'd met who turned out like that... Turned out to be Sith, or turned, in the end.

It was funny, that. The "ideal" Jedi were the ones that ended up turning, or being Sith themselves. Was that what the Sith felt they were? In their guises, is that what they felt being a Jedi was about?

That perplexed, and even disturbed him some.

She was happy though, which he was happy about. But it was also clear that the ordeal had exhausted her. He would smile then, and wave his hand. “Find time to meditate on what you have learned. You’re dismissed” He spoke calmly as he would reach down and help her to her feet.

With that, he would walk out, though not before making sure Dimah was able to leave the room of her own power first before taking his leave to be with his own family.

[Exit Josh]

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