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Jedi Temple training room
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Judah Lesan Jr.
It felt good to be training again. Her severed head-tendrils were a tad sore, but the flesh around the nubs was almost fully healed. Technically she shouldn't be doing this. Instructors threw around words like 'forbidden from training with lightsabers', and that was her 'punishment.' Nilah considered it a strongly worded suggestion. She was supposed to still be using a training lightsaber, but she felt ready for the real deal. If only that stupid training droid hadn't malfunctioned... or something like that.
It was a minor setback.
Blue plasma sizzled as Nilah's training saber collided with her sparring parter's — the Nautolan student she dragged out here to one of the private training rooms. She thrusted foward and sent him staggering, then swept her blade against the Nautolan's hand. His lightsaber hilt dropped and disignited. She swept a leg behind him, sending him crashing backwards on the hard floor.
Nilah pointed her lightsaber down as she stood over him. "Your form sucks," she said bluntly. "You're not firm enough on your feet."
The magenta Mikkian helped the boy up and retrieved his lightsaber for him. "I need a better training partner." She turned, not caring for the Nautolan's reaction. Wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead, Nilah sat down and sighed.
She'd find a worthy training partner eventually, right?
Jedi Temple training room
Tag:
Judah Lesan Jr.
It felt good to be training again. Her severed head-tendrils were a tad sore, but the flesh around the nubs was almost fully healed. Technically she shouldn't be doing this. Instructors threw around words like 'forbidden from training with lightsabers', and that was her 'punishment.' Nilah considered it a strongly worded suggestion. She was supposed to still be using a training lightsaber, but she felt ready for the real deal. If only that stupid training droid hadn't malfunctioned... or something like that.
It was a minor setback.
Blue plasma sizzled as Nilah's training saber collided with her sparring parter's — the Nautolan student she dragged out here to one of the private training rooms. She thrusted foward and sent him staggering, then swept her blade against the Nautolan's hand. His lightsaber hilt dropped and disignited. She swept a leg behind him, sending him crashing backwards on the hard floor.
Nilah pointed her lightsaber down as she stood over him. "Your form sucks," she said bluntly. "You're not firm enough on your feet."
The magenta Mikkian helped the boy up and retrieved his lightsaber for him. "I need a better training partner." She turned, not caring for the Nautolan's reaction. Wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead, Nilah sat down and sighed.
She'd find a worthy training partner eventually, right?