Training Begins

[Vual]

Vual looks at the blade's hilt he still held in his hand, the pureblood's red eyes would admire his father's hilt for the first time since the day it ended his father's life. After the short moment he looks up and with a wry smile answers.

"I wish to toy with my prey, my prey do not fight up close but with blasters and rifles."

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Ah? So, Shii-Cho will be your style then. It's an odd form for a Sith, but I think it'll work well for ya." A swift nod from the Zabrak, and a path for the pureblood would be decided. [member="Vual"] would have little choice in this matter, but the Lord figured that wouldn't be an issue. After all, Ferus was the teacher in this instant. "Now, to begin, you must learn this. THere are six zones for Shii-Cho. Head, one, right arm and shoulder, two, left arm and shoulder, three, back, four, right leg and hip, five, left leg and hip, six. These are the target zones in which we will be practicing, aye?"

 

[Vual]

Vual listens carefully to the words that his master, [member="Darth Ferus"] spoke and gave a couple nods indicating that he was following along with the conversation and finally gave a firm nod at the finish.

"Yes master, six zones. Where do we begin?"

 

[Darth Ferus]

​"Repetitive training actually. You're going to cut at what ever zone I happen to call out, got it?" It was a simple exercise, but it would lay down the pavement for [member="Vual"] to follow. Repetitive would eventually lead to instinct, and once it became instinct, well. That's when the real training would begin. A faint smile formed on the red mans face as he nodded once to the pureblood. "Zone One, begin!"

 

[Vual]

Vual would nod at his master, understanding the reason and what he had to do, the moment that his master finished speaking the pureblood's blade flung into action and once he was ordered the zone of attack, did he lunge a strike towards [member="Darth Ferus"] 's head.

 

[Darth Ferus]

A frown would form on the red mans face as [member="Vual"] launched forward. With a practical growl, Ferus would slide back away from the blade, lifting a hand up. Fire would begin to ripple around his closed fist, and his voice would boom out. "I did not mean attack me, but simply attack in the spot I tell you to. Do not do that again. Now, zone two."

 

[Vual]

[member="Darth Ferus"]

Vual's lips would curl into a smirk as he jumps backwards, a chuckle emitting from the pureblood's throat.

"Did I catch you off guard, master?"

After a quick shake of the head, the pureblood's facial expression melted off and was one of solemn intent. After ordered to attack the next zone, he would send his blade towards the zone's area which was towards the right arm and shoulder.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Vual"] would find the Force beginning to close around his throat as he spoke. Ferus, with an unamused look on his face, didn't even lift a hand for the act. "It would be best if you learned respect sooner rather than later. Otherwise, you may find yourself dead. And not by an enemy." The Zabrak was not in a mood to play around, and with a slight growl he would loosen the grip. "Six."

 

[Vual]

Vual would grit his teeth and not say a word to [member="Darth Ferus"], keeping his lips sealed. The pureblood's neck tendrils would twist and contort as he moves his feet, in a method to send his blade in the direction infront. If a person was indeed there, it would seem like an attack on the persons left side, lower and towards the leg or hip.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Good, now continue. Four." Naturally, this would go on for quite some time, Ferus calling out random numbers for [member="Vual"] to cut at. The Sith Lord didn't seem to get bored with the idea, but it could end up very, very boring for the Pureblood. If they continued uninterrupted however, the pureblood would find it much easier to react to the call outs themselves. Repetition would write it within his muscle memory.

 

[Vual]

Vual continued to send his blade in the direction that his master, [member="Darth Ferus"], called out. After a while, the pureblood's stance seemed to grip tighter, his tendrils contorted and his facial expression showing signs of irritation but he took the idea of silence seriously, choosing that over saying something disrespectful. He would continue for as long as Ferus ordered him to, disallowing him to be dominated by his pain, but fighting past it.