Training the Mind and Body (Open to Anyone)

[Metus De'cal]

Bore him? Metus had tried his hardest against the beast and it was just...bored of him?

Anger began to build as the student remembered the many times he's been ridiculed in his life as he finally reached the spot he wanted. The power that came with the emotion began to rise like a powerful wave that Metus fully intended to use, but in the way he was taught by wiser minds like his master's. Anger was an emotion that could sometimes drive people out of control with the sudden way it overwhelmed rational thought, but when focused it became a powerful cannon instead of a simple wave.

Trying his best to summon the rage and focus, beads of sweat visibly dripping down his brow as Metus reached out with both of his hands and the force to two of the nearby training dummies on each side of the combatants. Lifting the heavy dummies was quite the task for him, and it was only the brought about hatred of the creature that not only dared to make him afraid, but now mocked him as well that kept him from dropping them out of exhaustion. With a loud grunt of anger he brought the two makeshift weapons slamming together towards the head of [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"] then charged with a battle cry towards the stomach with his blade, hoping to run him through.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Kezeroth could reconigze the building anger and rage. Though [member="Metus De'cal"] was only a mere child of rage, Kezeroth did not expect him to throw the dummies. It was a Quick attack and Kezeroth was only able to block one with his arm, having the other hit his head in a glance causing him to tumble. Next thing he knew [member="Metus De'cal"] was at his stomach blade stuck in the Dense layers or muscle that was his body. The Blade Penetrated well but Kezeroth's bio-chemical bonded armor slowed the impact.

With a Grunt Kezeroth spit some blood to the side and stood still for a moment. Was he Dead? No only playing. Kezeroth started to laugh and looked at [member="Metus De'cal"] focusing on him. The Gen'Dais stomach muscles held the blade in place firmly allowing Kezeroth to extend a hand at [member="Metus De'cal"] in a attempt to use Force Choke. Kezeroth would not kill him though, He could teach him much about Rage.

[member="Metus De'cal"]

 

[Metus De'cal]

No...

The great monster still stood even after the damage dealt to it, raising Metus' hopes by stumbling and seeming to take great injury before dashing his chances of victory with a single demonic chuckle. His attack, even after all it took to do so, meant nothing...and had no true effect on the clearly superior Sith. All the apprentice could do was stare in disbelief as [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"] extended his hand and wrapped the force around his target's neck.

The air was slowly being blocked off as Metus felt his throat getting crushed, and knew that there wasn't much time to react until he would lose consciousness. A boiling mixture of anger, fear, and a desire to live began to overwhelm him as he was lifted into the air, his hands moving instinctively up to his neck no matter how pointless it would be, and it got to the point where two of those three feelings began to take over. He summoned what air and strength he could to speak in a choked voice.

"Don't...kill me."

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Kezeroth Looking down at the Acolyte snarled. So weak and Strong willed. The Gen'Dai Released his Grip of Force choke on [member="Metus De'cal"] at the last minute to make the Acolyte cherish his existence that much more. Taking the Blade out Kezeroth dropped it on the ground and crossed his arms. This Acolyte was trained pretty well. Kezeroth was impressed but he did not show it much as his body quickly healed.

Now backing up and putting his armor back on Kezeroth stood by the door post and stared at [member="Metus De'cal"] the Acolyte. " What is your name?"

[member="Metus De'cal"]

 

[Metus De'cal]

Metus' eyes began to roll up into his head as the blackness of death by suffocation began to take him, but at the last minute he was released and allowed to live another day. Gasping on the floor for air, the apprentice rubbed his throat with his hand while watching the mighty Sith remove the sword embedded in his stomach like it was nothing and began to heal. This one was seemingly invincible with a healing factor such as that, but the one important fact about life was that it always came to an end no matter the being. The apprentice would have to simply figure out how that could be brought about in a fight with such a thing.

[member="Kezeroth the Hateful"] began to cover itself once more with the vicious-looking armor it wore when it first came in and almost brought Metus to his knees before asking for his name. Whatever the reason for its curiosity, the worst thing to do to someone who just recently spared your life was to deny them such a simple request. The battered apprentice couldn't bring himself to stand just yet, but reached over to pick up the nearby blade with his free hand...just in case.

"I...am Metus De'cal." His voice was raspy and weak from the damaged throat, and his paranoid mind wondered if the Sith intended to find his master and report on his failures. Such a thing would not end well for him once the punishments were dealt. "Why ask?"

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Kezeroth Smiled and drew his Light-Pike from his back. Looking at its old design he asked " Who is your Master Metus De'cal, What is his or her name? Kezeroths curiosity was for other purposes then telling his master how poorly he did against a Knight who happen to be a Gen'Dai. Kezeroth spoke again " This Pike has been with me for over 800 years, a Deadly beauty dont you think?" Kezeroths last question was ment to make him sing out the answers but who knew what would happen.

[member="Metus De'cal"]

 

[Metus De'cal]

800 years. Quite a long time for life reach its end, and this being was even older than that. Metus once again cursed his physical form, since while among his own kind he could be considered a formidable sight among the Sith and beings such as [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"] the apprentice was no more a threat than a small child was to him. To defeat ones such as this he would have to learn to be crafty...

"As...I said before, my master.." He coughed a little, but did his best to maintain whatever composure he had left while slowly standing, "My master is Darth Acarus.

The weapon laid out before him now was indeed an impressive design, giving an already massive creature even more reach with it. And while the biggest flaw with the pike was its long handle being a very big target, who would want to get close enough to this thing to even try and do so? They would simply be crushed by his physical strength amplified by the force. Metus began considering the potential benefits of a longer reaching weapon while looking at it, then back up to the Gen'Dai.

"And yes, it is a glorious sight to behold. Your weapon is magnificent..."

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Kezeroth Grinned wide and walked off. For now he would not report to [member="Metus De'cal"] master but would merely use this day as leverage against him one day when he needed something. Walking by the door frame Kezeroth looked back and said " Dont worry, Ill be back later.." Sarcastic jokeing tone followed. Kezeroth hoped their next meeting would prove to be better than this one. While walking down the halls Kezeroth shouted " Let this day be burned into your Mind!" And with that said the Gen'Dai chuckled.

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[Metus De'cal]

Metus watched [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"] walk away and sat on the ground out of exhaustion, a mixture of confusion and fear gripping him as the creature's last words echoed through the halls like the bellow of a large animal. This day would indeed be burned into his head for many reasons, ranging from ideas on how to finish constructing his lightsaber, how he was able to lift those training dummies in a powerful rage, and how he could possibly even kill such a thing if it ever came down to a deathmatch between them. In the end these thoughts would have to stay locked up for now, but he would give them all serious time in the future to consider.

Until then it was time to feel relief at his survival...and to also try to come up with an explanation as to how the training room became so ruined if the topic ever came up with a superior.