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Bakura, 9:00am Local Time: Training Hangar (Link)
His mind reached deep into the force, his attention creeping around the fringes of his old master and the way he taught. Dartel could feel a smirk cross his lips at his master’s rather relaxed teaching methods. He opened his eyes as the sensation of company prodded the back of his skull. He gazed at the droids in turn before looking down the training hall to the newcomers. Some he had met before in other classes, and some that he would be meeting for the first time.
Dartel rose slowly to his feet before shifting out a foot and lowering into the initial pose of the Phantom Fist form. He began to move through the forms of the technique; speeding up quickly and slowing down in others depending on the technique and form. Dartel glided across the floor and around the stationary droids, using them occasionally to keep in mind where an opponent’s body would be.
The elegant performance came to an end with a fairly dramatic spinning flip that one wouldn’t be able to clearly identify as a throw or a jump kick, but in reality it was actually a disarm that would sever the opponents arm at the shoulder if applied properly. Dartel landed and absorbed the shock in a low stance before returning to his original stance and taking a deep breath.
“Hello class. Today you will be learning the basics of the Phantom Fist, the combat style of my old master. It is far more than just a physical practice of combat, but that can wait for another time.”
He knelt down and waited for each of them to join him. He poured his force presence throughout the room and surrounding his students within it, knowing it will relax them and attune them together.
“Please, tell me what you know about hand-to-hand combat?”
His mind reached deep into the force, his attention creeping around the fringes of his old master and the way he taught. Dartel could feel a smirk cross his lips at his master’s rather relaxed teaching methods. He opened his eyes as the sensation of company prodded the back of his skull. He gazed at the droids in turn before looking down the training hall to the newcomers. Some he had met before in other classes, and some that he would be meeting for the first time.
Dartel rose slowly to his feet before shifting out a foot and lowering into the initial pose of the Phantom Fist form. He began to move through the forms of the technique; speeding up quickly and slowing down in others depending on the technique and form. Dartel glided across the floor and around the stationary droids, using them occasionally to keep in mind where an opponent’s body would be.
The elegant performance came to an end with a fairly dramatic spinning flip that one wouldn’t be able to clearly identify as a throw or a jump kick, but in reality it was actually a disarm that would sever the opponents arm at the shoulder if applied properly. Dartel landed and absorbed the shock in a low stance before returning to his original stance and taking a deep breath.
“Hello class. Today you will be learning the basics of the Phantom Fist, the combat style of my old master. It is far more than just a physical practice of combat, but that can wait for another time.”
He knelt down and waited for each of them to join him. He poured his force presence throughout the room and surrounding his students within it, knowing it will relax them and attune them together.
“Please, tell me what you know about hand-to-hand combat?”
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