The Start (Open to all)

[Cawn]

The training blade flashed yellow as it went in small circles then clashed neatly against the dummy for a moment before being withdrawn. A blade was a blade even if a lightsaber was quite different from his own vibrosword. He was in the training field killing time before his classes were supposed to start. New to the temple he could feel the energies flowing through the air, it was such a new sensation to him that he fairly shook in his coat. It almost made up for his yellow tunic being taken away and being forced to wear these brown robes instead. Where was the showmanship. The only thing that stood out so much now was his black hat with the giant feather in it and even that lacked the contrast of his yellow tunic. Brown, black, yellow, white blended together confusing his prey. Feeling the sudden surge of adrenaline as he thought back to the arena.

The Armino's lightsaber flashed as he suddenly ducked and brought it forwards following his body as it snaked just left of the dummy before almost wrapping around it. Blade flipping in his paw Cawn snaked along the back of his imaginary enemy and the saber followed skimming along the legs of the dummy in a move that would have caused a massive gash with the vibroblade. The training saber however merely bounced along it not doing any damage. He could get used to this sort of weapon even if it lacked the finesse of the weapon he'd grown up with. Skipping back in a retreat he flipped the blade around once more and pointed it at training dummy.

 

[Gorteko Graye]

Having only arrived a short while ago, Gorteko did not know the area very well; he found that wandering about was the best way for him to learn his way around an area. As he wandered the man happened upon a most peculiar scene, or possibly it was quite normal, he would need a few more opinions to decide such things as he knew not was was normal for Jedi. Nonetheless it was strange to him, what he assumed to be a person based on its movements, training in some form of combat he'd not seen before.

Making the decision to approach he walked towards the other person once they backed away from the training dummy. "So you've some sense for combat. Where'd you pick up that style?" The man assumed the style was informal at least, more than likely this person was one of the only to fight in such away,as it was not like any formal style he'd seen. His own style being unique to himself, it was possible he just hoped this was the case. After speaking, Gorteko reached his right hand over his shoulder and scratched his back, a sign of discomfort as he was not yet used to the robes; his previous attire being basically all he wore, any change of clothing would be uncomfortable. Moving his arm back down to his side he would listen to whatever this other person had to say, assuming they even spoke the same language.

[member="Cawn"]

 

[Iakchi]

Iakchi was fresh in from a hunting trip with his father in the Shadowlands, several days of no communications with anyone else in the Order. It had been a fruitful venture, but he was glad to be back in the temple. As was typical for him the first thing he often did after returning (barring a quick wash and a meal) would be a training session, and today was no different.

As he arrived in the room, however, he found that he was not alone. Both of the faces he found awaiting him were relatively new, and lacking in recognition towards [member="Gorteko Graye"] and [member="Cawn"] he simply gave the pair a nod of acknowledgment before heading towards one of the training dummies. The Wookiee unhooked his lightsaber from his belt, adjusting the power setting so that it wouldn't cut through, before igniting a single blade from one of the two emitters.

Despite only utilizing one, Iakchi gave it a quick flourish, something typically reserved for double-bladed combat. After a second he brought the handle to rest upright in an Ataru opening stance. Of course he almost never used the form, but he found himself opening up with its stance to throw off opponents in an actual fight. The idea of a Wookiee doing backflips and spins was one most folks rarely had come to mind, but would be a terrifying one if it were true to his typical fighting style.

Instead, the Wookiee rapidly ignited the second blade, closing out the first as he performed an underhand strike against the dummy, the crackle of the weakened blade ringing out as it made contact before he pulled back for another flourish. This time the handle went overhead, and he brought down a single blade on the dummy, striking just off the shoulder. A wolfish grin came to his face as he continued on, tuning out the others in the background as we went along with his own practice.

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

The sound of lightsabers was a sound that was becoming more and more familiar to the pink-haired girl. The hiss-thrum of the energy blades cycling acted as a draw, pulling her in like a moth to a flame, into the training room where some very familiar faces were slashing at dummies, and even some unfamiliar ones struck were present.

One of the participants, in particular, caught her eye, the large wookie knight who she'd seen around training Saka and on missions was tearing into the training dummies, heavy powerful strokes battering the poor helpless dummies with jarring attacks. Anyone on the receiving end of those blows was bound to be subjected to a bone-shaking strike. "You know, I'd hate to think what those poor innocent training dummies ever did to you?" The girl's voice was full of amusement as the let one hand fall to the lightsaber at her waist, a smile pulling up her lips. "Care to train against someone a little harder to hit?"

[member="Iakchi"]

 

[Cawn]

Turning to face the voice and holding the blade forwards and across his legs he eyed the human. Nose twitching he smelled his own sweat and fur that had built up his daily exercise. Quick bladework had saved his life many times though a quick slash with his claws or bite from his fangs was just as valuable. The human in front of him was big and heavy looking, he lacked armour though so a few quick slices from the vibroblade the Armino always carried at his side would end any fight extremely quickly. "Hutt arena, normally supposed to draw it out but the lightsaber is a poor weapon for that. Not designed for entertainment to say the least."

As he said this he deactivated the training saber and clipped it onto his belt. Paw going to rest on his vibrosword he reached up with his other and took a cloth from a pocket in his long tunic to start wiping himself off. Flashing a grin he motioned over to the wookie. "Might work on a wookie though, their fur is thick enough to catch some blades."

[member="Gorteko Graye"] [member="Iakchi"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]

 

[Iakchi]

[member="Asaraa Vaashe"] was a friend, someone he'd seen in training quite a few times. Iakchi had spotted her coming in out of the corner of his eye, but was too focused on the task at hand to say anything. As he took a pause, he grinned at the joke, deactivating his saber though keeping it in hand.

"I couldn't call myself a Wookiee if I turned down a challenge," he replied in his guttural native language, giving her a nod as he twirled the inert lightsaber in hand, sliding it just a bit so it would be in position to use one-handed comfortably.

 

[Gorteko Graye]

Hutt arena? What a terrible way to learn to fight, though it probably wasn't that different from his training to become a sith acolyte. Thankfully that life was behind him now. "Any weapon, once you're good enough with it, can be used however you like." The man spoke as if make an obvious statement, which might have made him sound arrogant; though that wasn't his intention, he still didn't believe himself the be good enough with his lightsabers which is why he also had his blasters.

Gorteko looked over to the Wookie and the other Jedi once Cawn motioned to them with him before saying, "Perhaps you're right, though he seems to be busy at the moment. If you don't mind settling for me, I'd be happy to train with you, though I don't know if I'll catch any blades."

[member="Cawn"]

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

A challenge given, a challenge accepted, a grin pulled up Asaraa's lips as she tooka few steps backwards placing herself firmly outside of Iakchi's reach. The wookie towered over her, his reach and power would be that much larger than hers...which just meant that she'd need to be that much smarter. Besides, it had to be said, if it were easy, then it really wouldn't be worth doing, and this was the best kind of challenge. No-one was going to end up dead, but all the fancy tech and weapons were stripped away, the very essence of a duel.

The girl raised her right hand, the lightsaber on her belt flipped through the air to slap into her palm with a solid thunk. A single finger depressed the button as the silver blade erupted from the lightsaber with a familiar hiss as Asaraa settled herself into a redy post, shifting her weight back onto the balls of her feet as her blue eyes tracked her friend carefully.

[member="Iakchi"]