We do not rise to the level of our expectations. We fall to the level of our training.

[huggin_munnin]

It had been some time since Ceska Starshield had trained with her lightsaber. She'd missed the simple movements of the first form's prearranged patterns, something in which she'd practiced since her first days with a training saber. It reminded her of happier times, simpler times. The patterns were a kind of moving meditation for the erstwhile Padawan.

The hammer grip on the hilt, the oblique steps, the sweeping blows and chopping blocks. Everything was second nature to her having repeated the motions countless thousands of times. Unlike the Force, and her emotions she admitted, here she was in control. Everything felt right if just for a moment.

Ceska finished her pattern and began again, ignoring the beading sweat on her brow. The physical exertion was a wonderful change from many hours of sitting in the cockpit of the cargo ship she had stolen. Moving into the first of the techniques of the pattern, her muscles burned with the lactic acid built up. This too she ignored....

OOC: Anyone is welcome.

 

[Garza]

Ah. The sight of Apprentices and Acolytes of the Primeval training and growing physically as well as mentally. Sometimes it was fun to see the students have their fun with practice. Other times it was fun to see the one student who took it so seriously that they were on the verge of colapse. One such student seemed to be that way. She was not really pushing herself too hard as one of the other serious students were, but I digress. She pushed more than the others.

I smiled standing there. Standing in my bone and scaled armor. Covered head to toe in red and black armor that looked rather detailed and almost primitive. Yet at the same time held an aura of the dark side in which spoke of not tempting me to open up a can of whoop-ass on those who decided to defy me.

As one of the Sith Lords who was known for battle tactics, as well as fighting in unconventional ways. I had a lightsaber, but most importantly, the sword that was hanging off of the belt on my left side. The black and electrum-gold plating of the sheath was ornate and made out of bone as well. However the blade was quite the specimen of a Sith Sword. Only I, or someone related to me by blood could use it. A nice touch to the sword I had created.

Watching from a distance, I contined to see how this Apprentice would act in her studies. Not quite entering myself into the situation. For now, I would just watch.

[member="Ceska Starshield"],

 

[huggin_munnin]

Ceska became aware of the Dark Side signature virtually right away as the being hadn't bothered hiding it. Clearly, they wanted to be noticed and so she intentionally ignored them at first. Her point was simple: she would not jump out of fear nor some attempt to curry favor. Several more passes were made before she finished, thumbing off her weapon and hooking it back on her belt.

Turning to face the Dark Side presence, Ceska saw a human-like male standing there and watching her with his red eyes. Her eyes went to his waist where she saw a lightsaber hilt and an archaic metal sword. The man radiated arrogance, sure nothing could stop him and she was not sure most could. Starshield smiled a smile that didn't touch her eyes.

"Enjoying yourself?"

[member="Nickolas Imura"]

 

[Garza]

The words of enjoying myself came to my ears. I smiled under the helm and simply stood there. Acting as though her words meant nothing. You see, I wanted to watch how she would react to someone who didn't respond to her. Well for the most part. Reaching to the right side of my belt, I pulled out the lightsaber hilt.

Igniting the blade in its dark black glow, the dark side flare within my veins. I could feel a little more alive as purple flickers of the saber flashed from the blade. Expiermentally swinging it off to my right side, I then walked towards the Acolyte.

"Not quite yet."

[member="Ceska Starshield"]

 

[huggin_munnin]

Ceska watched impassively as he made no reply but to ignite his lightsaber. 'Black, ' she thought absently 'Interesting.' He was probably a Sith Lord, then, she reasoned. The arrogance, the rare focusing crystal all fit the bill. 'Excellent' she thought sourly but no point in giving him any satisfaction.

"No?," her voice dripped with sarcasm "Let's change that."

She unhooked her weapon and ignited the blue blade, taking a middle guard stance.

[member="Nickolas Imura"]

 

[Garza]

I smiled at her return of my comment. While I could have used the sword, I really didn't feel like going over the top. The sword was made to increase my connection to the dark side of the force the more I used it. The longer I had it in my possession, and even it just being there, I could almost feel the dark side radiating off of the weapon. Almost as though it was sentient itself. Yet, I used my black bladed lightsaber instead. The intricate hilt was very much old, and had seen many uses in battles. Ever since I was a knight, and after its creation.

Standing in front of me, taking a rather equal stance in both a guarding stance thinking that I was going to attack. Well, might as well since she was already taking the defensive stance. Lunging forward, I stabbed the saber at her. Testing the waters. Getting her to think on her toes.

But even as I completed the strike, I pulled myself back fast enough to avoid any counter attack should she send one at me. with a followthrough by flicking my wrist, and attempting to cut off her left arm. Simple Shi-Cho usage of body points in which to attack. Not that hard right?

[member="Ceska Starshield"],

 

[huggin_munnin]

Opening with a thrust was flat-out insulting, it suggested that he didn't take her seriously. It was like leading with a cross in a boxing match, not bothering to set it up. Starshield went to make an especially hard block, just a friendly reminder, when he flicked the blade left. She made the split second choice to step back with her right foot and move into a drop parry. It really wasn't much of a choice, give ground or lose a limb.

She made a strong diagonal stroke down from her left to right in reply. Shii-Cho was also what she knew best and thus her style was more basic. That didn't imply ineffective, though.

[member="Nickolas Imura"]