There was nothing but the sound of the rain. It pattered down on Nara, soaking her through. The heavy, dark clouds hung overhead, making the grove feel glum. Oppressive. Gloomy.
Just how she wanted it.
She wasn't wearing her usual coat. Just a tank top and some leggings, with some more slender boots on her feet. She could feel the cold water splat against her skin. It was good. It kept her focused. It kept her focused on the now, rather than languishing on what was happening around her. Everything that was raging around the arrest, the arguments, the looks in those judging Jedi eyes...
Focus. Channel it. Nara felt that anger bubble again but she breathed in. Her fingers tightened around the training saber. She glared right at the tree in front of her and clenched her teeth.
She ran. Her feet splashed on the puddle-spattered grass as she dashed to the tree. She felt the tingle on her skin, in her nerves, in her stomach. She felt the force between the air and her, the tree and her, between everything. The second she reached the tree, her foot slipped up onto the trunk, as she focused and pushed right through that resistance or reluctance. I can do this.
Three steps. Four. Five. Quick pads up on the bark before she pushed back off it, turning in the air. The saber in her hand felt heavier all of a sudden and she guided that down. The saber smacked down against the tree trunk hard, wrenching her arm back in response. Nara yelled in pain, dropping the saber for a second.
"GAH!" she grunted, holding her elbow as she flexed her fingers. Then she felt even more pissed that she'd let a tree get the better of her. She snarled and urged the saber back into her palm with a soft smack. She held it in both hands as she started slicing towards the tree, practising some forms as best she could. Occasionally, the top of the saber would hit the bark and she'd grunt.
Come on, come on, come on... she thought, trying to avoid thinking about anything but this. About Oren. About the Jedi. About anything that'd make her so furious she'd do nothing but scream and rage incoherently and impotently.
@Mr. Teatime
Just how she wanted it.
She wasn't wearing her usual coat. Just a tank top and some leggings, with some more slender boots on her feet. She could feel the cold water splat against her skin. It was good. It kept her focused. It kept her focused on the now, rather than languishing on what was happening around her. Everything that was raging around the arrest, the arguments, the looks in those judging Jedi eyes...
Focus. Channel it. Nara felt that anger bubble again but she breathed in. Her fingers tightened around the training saber. She glared right at the tree in front of her and clenched her teeth.
She ran. Her feet splashed on the puddle-spattered grass as she dashed to the tree. She felt the tingle on her skin, in her nerves, in her stomach. She felt the force between the air and her, the tree and her, between everything. The second she reached the tree, her foot slipped up onto the trunk, as she focused and pushed right through that resistance or reluctance. I can do this.
Three steps. Four. Five. Quick pads up on the bark before she pushed back off it, turning in the air. The saber in her hand felt heavier all of a sudden and she guided that down. The saber smacked down against the tree trunk hard, wrenching her arm back in response. Nara yelled in pain, dropping the saber for a second.
"GAH!" she grunted, holding her elbow as she flexed her fingers. Then she felt even more pissed that she'd let a tree get the better of her. She snarled and urged the saber back into her palm with a soft smack. She held it in both hands as she started slicing towards the tree, practising some forms as best she could. Occasionally, the top of the saber would hit the bark and she'd grunt.
Come on, come on, come on... she thought, trying to avoid thinking about anything but this. About Oren. About the Jedi. About anything that'd make her so furious she'd do nothing but scream and rage incoherently and impotently.
@Mr. Teatime