Bubák
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Once again, Avreet knelt in one of the many training rooms. And once again, a whole bunch of students was headed his way to learn from him! After seeing how many signed up, he chose a bigger room than before, one that would give them enough space to practice. Rising from his kneeling position in the middle of the room, his one eye looked to the left, watching several tables with various tools and items on them. Knives, hydrospanners, credits, pens, staves, spoons. Some of them could be used as weapons, but only to a certain degree. On the other end of the room 'stood' dozens of decomissioned droids, variously cut and dismembered by those who practiced their lightsaber prowess on them. Those pieces of junk would serve this class well enough though. Avreet purposedly chose those over working droids, believing even the seemingly useless things could find their use.
Avreet would teach his students how to turn the simplest object into a deadly weapon, and how to bewitch items. Both powers could be listed under Force weapon, and both powers served him very well. The Mon Calamari hoped the students wouldn't be as incompetent as some from his previous class, as that made him realize that teaching an unworthy student was worse than fighting a Jedi Knight. Turning his sight back at the door leading to the class, he awaited the Acolytes, praying to the Force they had some manners, unlike the people he had never met before and yet they acted as if he was their old friend.
Avreet would teach his students how to turn the simplest object into a deadly weapon, and how to bewitch items. Both powers could be listed under Force weapon, and both powers served him very well. The Mon Calamari hoped the students wouldn't be as incompetent as some from his previous class, as that made him realize that teaching an unworthy student was worse than fighting a Jedi Knight. Turning his sight back at the door leading to the class, he awaited the Acolytes, praying to the Force they had some manners, unlike the people he had never met before and yet they acted as if he was their old friend.