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Lois spit a second small wad of blood onto the floor before raising her sheild again. "Ready master."

Lois felt the pushes against her wall of force, and though she blocked the first one, the second broke through, hitting her right under the chin. The surprise more than anything knocked her backwards. "Ow." Lois muttered, spiting a small amount of blood onto the floor. "I bit my tongue."

"Ready!" Lois smiled and took a stance of her legs spread wide apart and her hand extended in front of her. She imagined a wall in her mind. Holding it in front of her so she could block her masters attack.

"Do you think you could teach me that technique you used to block my attack?" ((maybe the hibernation trance and mind trick?))

((all she knows is push, so heal, shield, that kind of stuff.)) Lois tried her best to filter out the pain, but only succeded in dulling it. She was able to stand again, however. As she rose she clutched her head, "Ow, bogan blood that hurts."

Lois felt her knees buckle and then the force punch to her chest, knocking her backwards and onto the floor. She tried to push herself back up to her feet, but to no avail. She simply lay on the ground, looking up at the ceiling in pain. ((I'm kinda ending this cause we really need to do some...

Lois crouched down, getting grip upon the ground, and sprun backwards again, the oppents blade passing through thin air in front of her. Using her foot as a focus she aimed another blast of force energy at her master. This had the added bonus of propelling her backwards even further.

Lois pushed off on her left foot dodging in the same direction. As she did she sent a force push at her master.

"Any intelligent species." Lois stated. "As Jedi we must be completely unbiased."

"Only when it is necessary." Lois stared her master in the eyes, "And morally justified." Lois's lightsaber remained unlit as she stood and faced her master.

"Wonderful master." Lois smiled as she fell in step.

((ah, ok, thanks.)) Lois chuckled. "Yes, it does work." She held up both her hands, "See, I still have all 10 fingers."

((ok, the accent is cut, but I did not understand that last post, can you post a translation?))

I held up the finished blade, our reflections held on the contours of the hilt. "I finished my blade."

The crystal burned in my hand as I went to my quarters. The closer I got, the more it burned. It felt like it was on fire when I arrived. I went into my room and went to the bed. Someone had placed my bag on the bed. I opened it and pulled out the kit I had made last year when I had first...