Somm slid to a stop behind the others, he could still hear his mother’s voice in his head. The bone chilling screams echoed eerily around the empty desert and the adrenaline gave him a second wind, bringing everything into sharp focus, driving away the voice and leaving only the screams of the monsters that ran at them. His arms still ached as he pulled his saber off his belt and ignited the yellow blade. There was no talking their way through this one, no trick or test of the force, this was going to be a straight fight.
Before Somm slipped into his the first stance of Soresu he pulled up the makeshift bandanna that had been given to him by a fellow padawan, as protection from the dust storms on Eriadu, It may not protect the eyes but at least he could now breathe slightly easier. He placed his right foot back and slightly extended his left. Gripping the hilt with both hands he held the blade vertically, his hands at waist height guarding the right-hand side of his body. He recalled the teachings of the Knight Eckaaso Shyn, who had assisted Somm with his blade work. He would wait for the hellish enemy to attack and try to read them, analyse their movement and wait for the opportune time to strike back.
Before Somm slipped into his the first stance of Soresu he pulled up the makeshift bandanna that had been given to him by a fellow padawan, as protection from the dust storms on Eriadu, It may not protect the eyes but at least he could now breathe slightly easier. He placed his right foot back and slightly extended his left. Gripping the hilt with both hands he held the blade vertically, his hands at waist height guarding the right-hand side of his body. He recalled the teachings of the Knight Eckaaso Shyn, who had assisted Somm with his blade work. He would wait for the hellish enemy to attack and try to read them, analyse their movement and wait for the opportune time to strike back.