Basically Basics

[Vexillar]

Shirtless and wearing no foot or hand gear, the Arcanist moved swiftly from Acolyte to Acolyte. Striking with purpose. Lacking the intent to kill, but full of the intent to injure, to hurt. He wanted them to feel pain. Not because he hated them, not because they should be punished. But because the enemy would show no such kindness. So why should he? They wished for training. They wanted to grow. This was how it would be handled.

A palm strike here, a swept leg there, hell he even inverted someone's knee but he was kind enough to heal the injury.

The Arcanist had gained a reputation for training anyone who needed it. He even learned a few skills simply for training purposes. He saw a lack of trainees and decided to do something about it. That was all there was to it. Did he harbor doubt's about the Imperium and the Order? Yes. But he wasn't going to leave these youngling and the adolescents here to die. If they were to burn in their own fire, they would do so fighting

Which is why he was here today. Dismissing the three students he took a sip from his water, and poured the rest into a bowl for his Tuk'ata Vallo. He then went through a few katas as he waited for his next appointment to arrive. Today's lesson? Saber training.

 

[rowancool]

Since arriving on Courascent Rh'toor had been quickly accepted as an acolyte to the Sith order and been sent to Korriban to begin his training in the ways of the Sith. As the ship landed Rh'toor surveyed the land before him. It was nothing like his home planet of Toola. This dry, mountainous, decrepid land, which he would now call home, was in stark contrast to the Snowy landscape of his homeland, however Rh'toor felt he could get quickly used to it and stepped out of the transport ship with a sense of belonging. That was when he came to the sudden realization.

He was late to his first training session.

At this Rh'toor felt a great deal of discomfort. He was never late. He started sprinting through the various levels of the Sith temple towards the location of his training, sweat pouring down his furry chest and his heart beating violently. After a few minutes of intense sprinting Rh'toor arrived at his destination. He approached his new master slowly who seemed to be engaged in some sort of personal training. Eager to begin Rh'toor drew his new lightsaber, igniting the blade.

"I am here master and I am ready to begin my training" He said with some urgency.

 

[Vexillar]

"Let this be your first lesson. Never draw your weapon, unless instructed, upon entering a room, unless you're planning on killing something inside. Put that away. You're far from ready to throw that around."

He stopped his training and looked over the Acolyte. He was a piece of work, for sure, but nothing Raith couldn't handle.

The Arcanist stepped over to him, circling slowly. "What is the most important aspect of combat at close range?" A direct and simple question. Sometimes Raith preferred elaborate ones, but saber training was so far from elaborate.

 

[rowancool]

Rh'toor hastily de-ignited his blade feeling slight shame at his stupid mistake. He observed his new Miraluka master with thoughts of doubt. What would his coming lessons entail and would he ever become the Sith he aspired to be? Rh'toor gave his best shot at the question which he had

"The most imprtant rule of close quarter combat is always keeping close guard," Confidently stated Rh'toor.