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" Hah! Your cowardice wont help you here." He said as he watched [member="Cen Tessek"] dodge out of the way partially. " Like i said before, you think too much. Your mind is sound but your body is .... equivocal... untrusting of self." He spoke again as he stood straight up. Next Kezeroth noticed the drawing of a weapon, a lightsaber. The red blade matched the blood that slowly dropped from his pitiful excuse for flesh. Tilting his head to the right Kezeorth couldn't help but let out a chuckle. Around him in his enviorment were countless broken lightsabers and relics alike, this lightsaber he knew would be no different. Pacing left and right Kezeroth waited and spoke out again to ask the Chiss a question.

" What else do you know of me besides my name?" he asked slightly annoyed at the activation of the saber. He paused to ask a quest which for the most part suggested a weakness of sorts or maybe a very brief pause. The for sure answer was lost in translation, like the darkside most of what Kezeroth did in battle was unpredictable.
 
[member="Kezeroth the Beholder"]

Cen inhaled sharply through his pursed lips, drinking in the stuffy, underground air with a whistled breath. His blade buzzed softly into the silence, briefly ensnaring the world with its hum; it was the sole music and noise of the earth to him, the sole sensation generated forth on humming wings aflutter. Cen felt hypnotized by its presence and without self, without fear and without pain, he felt not Cen but the blade. It was an odd sensation, a ghostly one, as if phantom hands guided his thoughts and movements, and for all he knew, they could have been. "What else do you know of me besides my name?" the mighty Kezeroth asked with the slightest hint of annoyance tinting his voice. This question went unanswered for now, Cen took in no distraction.

The monster was quick and experienced, gigantic and strong, there seemed no weakness to the creature before him. His initial tone of control and power had subverted into the patient pacing, waiting for Cen to respond. Cen had long since disregarded his behavior as insane and all he saw simply reinforced this deduction. His potential master's unpredictability was evident in the glaring shift of tactics and conduct, and now Cen had no intention of losing concentration of the mad behemoth's intentions. The lack of rational thought was both dangerous and a potential tool that would work to his advantage with the right prodding, but even if that were to fail, should the thing indeed be sane, it ultimately would work towards the goal of defeating him.

"I've heard a lot about you, Kezeroth. I've sought you out from across the Wild Space to find you," Cen finally replied grimly as he gently circled across the perimeter of the room to probe the gen'dai for weaknesses. "You're a strange monster alright, just as mad as the stories claim. But even with my body as uncoordinated as you say, my mind is strong and that is my greatest weapon against you."
 
" Bah.." Kezeroth spat on the ground but held thoughts in mind. " Getting too old for this poodoo..." He muttered to himself in a growl and suddenly gave way into a mediative stance on his knees. Landing with a thump from the large weigh of his body Kezeroth bared his teeth and raised a brow. He found that he was uncertain about this one, It was because he was a Chiss. The last Chiss apprentice betrayed him and only made him feeling more pissed.

In his perspective training this one was going to benefit him nothing, He did was not as brooding as he used to be and if anything the Gen'dai had finally learned restraint in the oddest of moments and moody. From high to low in couple of seconds unable to decide but in the end he knew the answer. " I will teach you want I know.... For a time. But for now I am done." he said as [member="Cen Tessek"] circled. On a mental level the Gen'dai wanted to see reactions of his responses and actions. Would there be confusion, happiness or maybe anger for being so odd? Only time would tell and time was a very good friend of his.
 
[member="Kezeroth the Beholder"]

As the armored mammoth descended to a meditative stance upon his gargantuan knees, Cen felt the most queasy emotion race throughout him. This seemed only the next joke in the line-up of a sick comedy he had been placed within ever since his descent into Coruscant's bowels. "I will teach you what I know... for a time. But for now I am done," he had said to Cen. The air of finality was cemented and Cen could do little but halt and eye the monster with curiosity. Certainly, the initial feeling was of overwhelming distrust; the jedi had done little but plant the seeds of deceit since the moment he had encountered him. Yet, at this moment, there was some supernatural sense of more to the air about him. Cen was puzzled.

For a time? That was unacceptable, Cen was being treated like a spoiled, pestering child. He had played Kezeroth's game, dodging grenades and chasing him about this cesspool for what had certainly been hours. Oh yes, he would teach him, but he would be damned if after this affair if he would show any restraint. He would accept apprenticeship and he would serve dutifully, providing his master with the exaltation that he was deserved, but the sheer lack of respect and interest present irked him so deeply he could imagine nothing other than his core simply pickling in the sour distaste that flooded his mouth. Yet, there was no expression of anger, simply a solemn mask that stretched coldly over his face in a stony expression.

He deactivated his lightsabre and held it taught before him, granting his soon-to-be master a stiff, formal bow. "Of course," were the only words he could muster to mutter in reply, this strange emotion swallowed all the rest of his capacity for speech.
 

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