We Walk as Gods Among Men (Darth Ferus)

[Lord Ajihad]

Vi'kas was no more. He was replaced by Lord Ajihad. He was an assassin, a ghost, and the Demon's Fist. The world would shrink before his wake. He would strike from the shadows, and his enemies would fall before him. Though even though he was reborn in a sense, he retained some old parts of himself. His friendships, for example, were something he would not forget. Another thing that stayed with him was the fact that he still needed training, and lots of it.

He walked into the familiar training room, unable to suppress a grin. The room had nearly become a second home to him, as he had trained in it numerous times. As always, it was spotlessly clean, all dirt and grime gone. It seemed that his master hadn't arrived yet. To pass the time, the Sith Knight began to stretch himself out, preparing for the training that was sure to come.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Ferus stepped in the room rather quietly, humming at his own leisure. It was a new habit he had been trying to form, a way to confuse those who knew him, and those that didn't. For now, it was a basic three note, constantly changed with no real tempo or beat. But the Darth stopped as he looked over [member="Lord Ajihad"] . A grin formed then.

"Are you prepared to learn some new tricks?"

 

[Lord Ajihad]

The assassin turned to face [member="Darth Ferus"] , inclining his head in acknowledgement of his master's arrival. "One can never have too many tricks up their sleeve. What shall today's lesson be on?" He was, as always, eager to learn more about the ways of the Sith.