Jedi Brat!
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"Determination," he announces, channeling the essence of Form I: Shii-Cho. His movements are broad and sweeping, designed to engage multiple adversaries. He executes a series of basic strikes—horizontal, vertical, and diagonal—laying the foundational movements that are the bedrock of all subsequent forms. Each motion is deliberate, intended to teach spacing and angling, as he visualizes facing several foes, deflecting their attacks with wide, sweeping parries.
"Contention." Transitioning smoothly, now in the graceful stance of Form II: Makashi, his style shifts noticeably. His grip on the hilt tightens slightly as he adopts a more refined, elegant posture. Braze performs precise, controlled thrusts and parries, his movements linear and economical. This form is tailored for dueling, and he practices with the grace and accuracy of a fencer, each strike aimed with precision, envisioning a single, skilled opponent. He is graceful and fluid like water, these motions come as easy, and as thoughtless as breathing.
"Resilience," slipping into Form III: Soresu. His pace slows, movements becoming more conservative and tight. He circles, blade close, focusing on deflecting and blocking imaginary blaster bolts. His footwork is methodical, ensuring he remains balanced and ready to deflect attacks from all angles, embodying the ultimate defensive form, conserving his energy for prolonged engagements.
"Aggression," shifting to Form IV: Ataru. Instantly, the tempo changes—Braze's actions become more dynamic and acrobatic. He incorporates jumps and rolls, his saber tracing rapid arcs in the air as if striking at foes from multiple directions. His energy expenditure is high, mimicking the form's demand for physicality, using the open space to its fullest to simulate combat against multiple adversaries.
"Perseverance," he adopts the dual nature of Form V: Shien / Djem So. He starts with Shien, deflecting and redirecting imaginary blaster fire with powerful, sweeping gestures. Then, seamlessly, he shifts to Djem So, emphasizing strong, counter-attacking blows, pushing imaginary foes back with the force of his attacks, showcasing the form's ability to turn defense into offense.
Breathing heavily now, he centers himself as he centers his blade letting out a slow steadying breath, and calmly states, "Moderation." Form VI: Niman flows from him in a balanced mix of the previous styles, integrating moderate physical moves with occasional bursts of Force pushes, simulating the use of varied techniques against opponents. This form is smooth and controlled, reflecting a jack-of-all-trades approach that leverages a mixture of skills.
Finally, his voice lowers, resonating with a fierce intensity that seems to ripple through the air, "Ferocity." As he steps into the domain of Form VII: Juyo, Braze's entire demeanor shifts. His somber jade green eyes narrow, his focus sharpens, and an almost tangible energy radiates from him. The calm of the morning field is shattered as he launches into a series of frenetic, highly aggressive maneuvers.
With each motion, Braze's lightsaber becomes a blur, carving through the air with chaotic, powerful strikes that chain seamlessly together. His movements are wild, yet there is a deliberate precision behind each swing, each twist and turn of his body. He is a storm personified, his saber flashing like lightning, striking unpredictably yet devastatingly.
He growls with exertion, his breathing ragged but controlled, as he channels deep reserves of passion and aggression. The intensity of Juyo is overwhelming, pushing him to the brink as he seeks to harness the form's raw power without being consumed by it. His movements suggest a dance on the edge of chaos, where every strike, every block holds the potential to spiral out of control.
Sweat beads on his forehead, muscles straining under the relentless pace he sets. The ground beneath his feet bears the marks of his rigorous practice, scorched and disturbed by the ferocity of his engagement. As he moves, he murmurs under his breath, a mantra to keep his focus, to bind his spirit tightly and not lose himself to the darkness that Juyo skirts so closely.
"Calm in chaos. Tranquility in strength. Focus directs my energy. Serenity guides my blade. Through discipline, I harness fury. Guided by the Force, led by wisdom. Internal harmony, external valor. My spirit calm. My resolve unyielding."