Veritas et Lux
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"Very good! Don't lose it!"
- Misha kept her padawan on her toes. She had grown exceptionally hardened in her lightsaber form since the last sparring match she had ever had here. The two blue blades crossed and clashed with that hissing crunch of light and twisting metal sound rapidly penetrating Misha's ears over and over again. Her footsteps were mapped out in front of her like an instruction terminal guiding her in her mind. Making openings for Hamara to exploit and pointing out her own openings with light grazing slashes across her robe kept her alert- it fed her perfectionist desires to master the elegant form of dancing lights.
She was pleased with Hamara's progress, especially considering the circumstances- this was her first padawan, she was scared that she'd screw up. She herself though did quite a bit of soul searching out in the outer-rim as well. She had been cleaning up after the first tragic hutt war- the planets that were caught in the crossfire, the mercenaries with no paying overlords that would ravage villages and hit local planets up for credits, and of course the rebuilding... Kriff- the rebuilding. She couldn't help though to love every second of driving away mandolorians that decided that a small moisture farming planet was an opportunity for steady income- or the children that needed homes because their's had been burned down or demolished in republic-hutt battles. But upon immediate return she was faced with a padawan. And she truly wouldn't have had it any other way...
"Remember- control your thoughts. Don't worry about controlling your emotions, now's not the time. Just keep a sound judgement and keep calm whilst your adrenaline's drive is to push you forward.
Stay with me Hamara- keep thinking."
Taking it easy on her here made her stronger- only to push out some higher grade flourishes when she got too offensive. It kept her on that edge- hanging there a foot on the ground and the other dangling out over the large fall into the sea; her triumph, her control only a footstep away. She was getting the hang of it, she was becoming more calm and her heartbeat was slowing. She wasn't as excited and vamped up to go at the very least-
'I guess my teaching strategy is working than' she thought out to herself.
The two blue blades' clash after endless clash traversed a swaying echo through the dome- void of life, lo the two beautiful guardians of the peace- The master and the apprentice.
She was wearing a baby-blue linen sun-dress, hibiscus thinly contoured designs amongst her frilly drape- a monomyth round' lace only to end where it had just begun. She had dark brown, almost chestnut, colored hair that she loved to curl and crimp on a annual blue-moon- whereas two or three days out of the week the moon glowed a stunning blue here on Tython. The skies beautiful.
Her bouncy curls danced along as she turned and sparred a silky dark streak across a deep dark starry night, the convertible of the dome, lest they detest, opening to allow fresh air and euphoria inducing beauty.
"Hamara- Don't hold back. Heh, everything you've got!" she shouted, in attempts to bring her adrenaline back up. She would see what the day's sow had to reap. She would see what she could do under a little more.... 'Real' combat situation.
- Misha kept her padawan on her toes. She had grown exceptionally hardened in her lightsaber form since the last sparring match she had ever had here. The two blue blades crossed and clashed with that hissing crunch of light and twisting metal sound rapidly penetrating Misha's ears over and over again. Her footsteps were mapped out in front of her like an instruction terminal guiding her in her mind. Making openings for Hamara to exploit and pointing out her own openings with light grazing slashes across her robe kept her alert- it fed her perfectionist desires to master the elegant form of dancing lights.
She was pleased with Hamara's progress, especially considering the circumstances- this was her first padawan, she was scared that she'd screw up. She herself though did quite a bit of soul searching out in the outer-rim as well. She had been cleaning up after the first tragic hutt war- the planets that were caught in the crossfire, the mercenaries with no paying overlords that would ravage villages and hit local planets up for credits, and of course the rebuilding... Kriff- the rebuilding. She couldn't help though to love every second of driving away mandolorians that decided that a small moisture farming planet was an opportunity for steady income- or the children that needed homes because their's had been burned down or demolished in republic-hutt battles. But upon immediate return she was faced with a padawan. And she truly wouldn't have had it any other way...
"Remember- control your thoughts. Don't worry about controlling your emotions, now's not the time. Just keep a sound judgement and keep calm whilst your adrenaline's drive is to push you forward.
Stay with me Hamara- keep thinking."
Taking it easy on her here made her stronger- only to push out some higher grade flourishes when she got too offensive. It kept her on that edge- hanging there a foot on the ground and the other dangling out over the large fall into the sea; her triumph, her control only a footstep away. She was getting the hang of it, she was becoming more calm and her heartbeat was slowing. She wasn't as excited and vamped up to go at the very least-
'I guess my teaching strategy is working than' she thought out to herself.
The two blue blades' clash after endless clash traversed a swaying echo through the dome- void of life, lo the two beautiful guardians of the peace- The master and the apprentice.
She was wearing a baby-blue linen sun-dress, hibiscus thinly contoured designs amongst her frilly drape- a monomyth round' lace only to end where it had just begun. She had dark brown, almost chestnut, colored hair that she loved to curl and crimp on a annual blue-moon- whereas two or three days out of the week the moon glowed a stunning blue here on Tython. The skies beautiful.
Her bouncy curls danced along as she turned and sparred a silky dark streak across a deep dark starry night, the convertible of the dome, lest they detest, opening to allow fresh air and euphoria inducing beauty.
"Hamara- Don't hold back. Heh, everything you've got!" she shouted, in attempts to bring her adrenaline back up. She would see what the day's sow had to reap. She would see what she could do under a little more.... 'Real' combat situation.
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