Wait which is the student?

[Kitty]

Since she was stuck on Coruscant while all the changes in the assassins ran their course, Kitty decided she would start training in hand to hand combat, that is after several hours of decompressing from all the stress this stupid planet caused her. Felacatians were among the races in the galaxy that had the quickest reflexes. Even with zero training she could beat someone adeptly experienced in it. She figured it would be smart if she got some training herself and took advantage of this. It would also complement the very potent venom in her claws. That and due to her minimal clothing, hiding lighsabers in a situation in which they needed to be hidden was impossible, so she needed to be able to kill without them.

Wearing her usual purple tank top and blue shorts Kitty tangled with a hand to hand training droid in a moderately spacious training room. She wasn't getting much out of the intermediate setting, just dodge and retaliate worked fine, but she wasn't understanding what kind of technique she was suppose to be learning. She cranked it up to expert level and the droid would maneuver her into situations in which it wouldn't matter if she could move as fast as light or react as if time was stopped she wouldn't be able to nail a blow on it and it would somehow keep getting her.

Eventually the young feline got fed up with being tossed around by the droid and pumped it full of electricity flowing out of her finger tips before lifting it into the air with the force, crushing it, and tossing it to the side. She let out an angry growl before sitting down in defeat and attempting to cool her head.
[member="Belgerath"]

 

[Belgerath]

Belgerath was doing what he normally did when he wasn't out doing any kind of job, or training. That task being, create traps, devise nasty things, all those things that give him an edge. However, when even at their hidden base in Coruscant, the sound was deciding to be much to loud in the sleeping quarters, he decided to head to the normally quieter sparring rooms. If he couldn't plan and construct things, he would find somebody or some one to train with.

Belgerath was a Miralukan, meaning that he had natural force sight, and the enhanced reflexes that came with it. Most of the rooms were either full or close to it, save one further down. He saw a single person inside that room, and that alone was enough to peak his curiosity. And so, he headed over and went inside the training room.

Belgerath was garbed in a light grey from neck to toe with almost no visible skin, and a brown cloth tied over where most human-esc species eyes would be. As for his face, it was hard and masculine, and his hair was a dark brown, reasonably short. The only weapon that was directly apparent on him was a double-bladed lightsaber. He noted her 'looks', much as he could with force sight, which wasn't a lot really, stepping in the room, the door closing behind him. He also seemed to see the droid over in the corner, looking to it then her.

"Did it happen to tick you off?" He asked with a raise eyebrow, not that she could see it, but it was implied in his curious tone.

[member="Kitty"]

 

[Kitty]

Cooling off a bit Kitty shrank her force presence till it was indistinguishable from someone who wasn't force sensitive. It was something she was trying to train to be an unconscious effort. Just as she did so someone entered the room and asked if the droid had ticked her off. Her ears swiveled automatically to better catch the sound in his direction.

"Ya." Kitty said glad to have someone to talk to. From the cloth around his face Kitty could tell it was a Miralukan. She had never actually met one before, but she had heard plenty about them. "I have raw talent but no discipline you could say. I came here to try and train in hand to hand, but I'm just not getting it. I think perhaps I need a teacher rather than just trying to learn it on my own. Anyways my name is Kitty or Darth Nocturnia if you prefer calling people by their darth name. I usually just go by Kitty though. What's yours and what brings you to this room of frustration?" Kitty asked the contrasting overly dressed man.
[member="Belgerath"]

 

[Belgerath]

"Titles are stuffy things rarely fit for training rooms. So i think i will go with Kat if that's fine with you." He said, as the mental thought of just calling someone 'Kitty' seemed a bit to personal for his liking. "My name is Belgerath. No fancy titles besides Acolyte, or so im told." Belgerath said, though even if he had some fancy title, he wouldn't use it. Though he seemed to be a bit more interested when she mentioned her reason for being here.

"Many things, mostly the want to practice hand to hand some though. That and everywhere else was full, or had annoying people in it." He added the part about annoying people with a smirk. There were a few self claimed 'warriors' who liked their honorable battles, and Belgerath was known for being the dirtiest of fighters. It went without saying, they did not get along. "Though you mentioned wanting some practice, i could help there. I may not be some amazing master of the arts of hand to hand, but i know some things. If your interested." Belgerath said, stretching his neck.

[member="Kitty"]

 

[Kitty]

Kitty wouldn't object, but being referred to as Cat did make her a little uncomfortable. It wasn't formal or personable. If anything it could be seen as rude like if she always referred to him as overdressed man. It was like acknowledging they were there but considering them of so little importance you don't bother to get their name.

It seemed [member="Belgerath"] had come here for the same reason she had. Standing up Kitty gladly accepted. "I am not the proud type who refuses help, especially with how much trouble I've been having on my own. I'd be happy to take some pointers from you. To get an idea of where I am at, I know absolutely nothing."

 

[Belgerath]

Belgerath was for the most part a pretty impersonal man. It wasn't so much he didn't like people, just he hadn't met anyone who particularly interested him in any form. Which among the sith, was both odd, yet not at the same time. Though in reality the main reason for calling her Kat instead of Kitty was because of the reason before, and more so, it was embarrassingly intimate.

"Good. Would be annoying if you were that kind of person, one moment." He said, speaking surprisingly bluntly. He tossed down a few things, lightsaber, what appeared to be four balls of cloth, and a datapad. More or less taking out everything break able and putting it in a neat pile, before walking back over. "So. Since you know nothing, easiest way is to simply start with a bit of sparring. See what issues need to be worked out before moving on and all that." He said, taking off a layer of clothing, which if she was paying attention, revealed to lots of holders and the like inside of it. More then just for clothing it seemed. With that off, he stretched a bit. "Ready?" Belgerath asked, taking a stance. His left hand was in front with an open palm, and his left foot forward, and his right foot behind him. His right hand was in a fist, resting at his waist level.

[member="Kitty"]

 

[Kitty]

[member="Belgerath"] shed a bunch of stuff and clothing so much so Kitty thought it impossible for someone to hold so much. Clearly it was possible, but Kitty didn't think it should be. Even after all that he remained covering more skin than Kitty was even though Kitty technically wasn't showing any skin she was showing fur. Still she imagined he must feel like a marshmallow when all that stuff was on him. Belgerath asked Kitty if she was ready and took a funny stance. It looked like to her he was saying 'Stop or I'll punch you.'

The young feline took a deep breath and prepared her mind. Time suddenly seemed to move in slow motion as her brain processed information much faster than most. One of the most important things was always being aware of your surroundings, so Kitty took a moment to confirm everything around her. Not only her sight but sound and smell as well. Her ears and nose were far more developed then most sentient races and gathered just as much information through those as she did her eyes while most relied primarily on their eyes. The room was about 12 meters wide and 12 meters long, a perfect square. Kitty stood in the direct middle of the room. Directly in front of her 3 meters away away stood Belgerath who had his back to the double doors which were 3 meters directly behind him. The ceiling was 8 meters high to allows lots of jumping room. Couldn't have an Acolyte using force jump to get out of the way of something and accidentally knocking their self out. On the left back wall were doors that led to a separate room where all the droids for various training exercises lay slump in a depressed looking posture waiting to be turned on. On the front of the same wall were more doors that led to a room which contained all the training materials you might need like props and weapons. As this was going to be a one on one hand to hand fight though they wouldn't be needing any of that. In the back right was the crumpled droid 2 meters from each wall waiting to trip anyone who forgot it was there. Other than that the room was rather empty. The floor was made of duracrete so any pyros wouldn't damage it. There weren't any windows and the room was entirely lit by lights embedded in the ceiling. It gave the room an eerie glow and was plenty for the average sentient to see in. There was a knob on the right of the door for those who wanted to adjust the lighting but given Kitty's perfect night vision and Belgerath's force sight it wouldn't make any difference. The room like all the other buildings had sith design and architecture where ever it could. Do to the lack of airflow the air was stale and stuffy. The pungent smell of sweat overpowered any other smell that was present making gathering information via smell a little difficult. Besides those training in other rooms and the heartbeat of herself and her opponent there wasn't much to hear either.

All of the information was gathered and processed in a blink of an eye. She had her surroundings mapped out now she had to figure out how to approach her opponent. His right fist looked like it was ready to make an attack at any moment while his extended left hand didn't look like it was ready for an immediate attack. It looked like it was more prepared for defensive purposes. So Kitty decided to go after his left. As she charged at him her instincts were screaming at her to extend her claws and rake him with that, but if she did that just a scratch would kill him. Restraining herself she would only use her feet. Which do to their height difference wouldn't be a good idea for most. Kitty was itty bitty compared to his hulking height she had no reach advantage and for most a kick would put them off balance and leave them wide open for a brief moment. Lukily Kitty had a lovely tail which would keep her perfectly balanced. Since she was so small kicking his legs out from under him seemed like the best option. Aiming to go under his left arm she'd round house kick at his legs aiming for the joints. If he was going to jump out of it he would have to jump pretty high.

 

[Belgerath]

He didn't really feel like a marshmallow anywhere except desert planets... Which he didn't go to. But he was simply used to it. After all, such clothing methods could hide many weapons and tools, and if properly made, aid in hiding ones self from other people.

When Kitty came in for his legs with a kick, he was surprised. Mostly because of the size difference, but that didnt slow his movements in response. He leaned forward as she went at his legs, going after her arms. He didn't focus on staying on his feet, to the contrary, he was completely okay with falling after he got a solid grip on her arms, or even just one. His left hand would most likely get one, his right hand failing to get anything however.

This is where Belgerath planned to use his weight to his advantage. Planned to. If he could or not was to be seen. Shifting his body and hers horizontally, he would aim to pull her down with him, specifically, on top of him, her back against his front, and as he did so, his other free hand went to grab her other free arm, and get a nice, solid grip.

[member="Kitty"]

 

[Kitty]

Kitty watched as the world moved in slow motion and [member="Belgerath"] reached for one of her arms. Her speed was far greater than his though and she would knock his legs out from under him before he could grab one of her arms. She could have moved her arm out of the of his grasp easily as well but decided to let him grab it to see what he was going to do. Her left leg would sweep his legs out behind him and since he was already leaned forward he was definitely going down. He grabbed her arm as he fell but as he had no footing so shifting his weight and consequently hers would be impossible. As Kitty was already crouched she wasn't dragged down with him, unless he was falling on her in which she would side step out of the way. With one hand on her arm it might be difficult to catch himself with only one hand. If he held his grip though she would respond with "So now what?" Otherwise she would wait for him to get up and begin again she supposed. This time he would probably have a decent idea of how fast she was and not try something that relied on him getting to her before she got to him.

 

[Belgerath]

Belgerath had twisted his body in an attempt to pull her down, and get her back and put her in a lock from behind, using his greater weight to do so. Though as she was crouching down, and she was a bit stronger then she appeared to be, he failed to do so. More or less complete negligence on his part, so he simply mentally shrugged. A failed mess up was just that, a failed mess up, and now he knew not to try that again. At least, not in this circumstance. Belgerath didn't hold his grip, simply letting go and getting back up, making a mildly annoyed sound, though not at her, more so himself. Indeed he had tried to play ball in a park she was far better at him then he was, so he backed up to a normal start sparring distance, five paces away, and then motioned to her.

"Again." He said simply. From his tone and stance, it appeared he wasn't in any form a sore looser, and was actually annoyed at himself for misjudgment then at her. This time he took more of a boxing stance with the position of his arms and legs, closer in for faster, close in reactions, his knee's bent and his body lowered a bit. It looked severely out of character for the rather over clothed guy, in a very amusing way.

[member="Kitty"]