Osman's Final Training

[Trakon]

After having been seperated by his first master because of rash actions and his second not giving him the attention needed, Osman was sent to another master.

This time a Jedi named Huang Karusa, who would hopefully finish Osman's training.

 

[Will]

The Jedi master and council member strode into the room. He looked at his new padawan, regarding him with cold, yellow eyes, the pale skin of his face drawn, contrasting with his striking piercings. ''I am Jedi Master Huang Karasu. Tell me, how far through your training have you proceeded?'' He raised an eyebrow a fraction, the rest of his face emotionless.

 

[Trakon]

"Well." Osman thought for a moment. "I was about to go through my Knight trials before my Master disregarded me. Is that a good enough answer?" Osman said that without any anger involved.

 

[Will]

''I see. All that is required are the trials themselves. Before that. Show me your skill with the lightsabre and the force. Lightsabre first.'' Huang ignited his own orange blade, holding it in the opening Juyo stance. He waited for the padawan to come.

 

[Trakon]

Osman smiled. "Yes master." Suddenly Osman's blade was ignited and he was in the standard Soresu stance.

 

[Will]

Huang made a simple Juyo attack, staccato thrusts and sweeps aimed at the padawan's body. He had to remember he was facing a knight-in-waiting, not a swordsmaster of an ancient style. The blade swept through the air, humming angrily.

 

[Trakon]

Osman began to defend, he got most of the attacks but the last one nearly got through, instead he ducked and rolled backwards against that. "Aren't Juyo users supposed to taunt me?"

 

[Will]

''No, you are thinking of an additional technique that i do not care to partake in. Why waste energy making pointless chatter? Silence is often more potent than words, anyway.'' Huang replied whilst making more attacks against the padawan.

 

[Trakon]

Osman began defending Huang attacks. "True but it helps distract oppo-" Osman ducked and rolled back a second time. "-nents." Osman began to walk around Master Haung slowly his posture never slipping.

 

[Will]

''Exactly. I prefer my opponents to be in top form.'' Huang's voice had not altered to show any strain or effort. He nodded as he followed Osman round, noting the padawan's posture was perfect. He did not let his attack let up, as he moved towards the padawan.

 

[Trakon]

As Huang stepped toward Osman, he noticed Huang attacked stepping forward, leaving a sizeable hole open on his right side. Maybe it was a trap, but he'd wait to find out.

Again Osman parried and continued to move, this time towards the left.

 

[Will]

Huang continued to press the attack, keeping Osman on his toes, contstantly moving. Silence pervaded the arena, silence save the shuffle of feet, and the clash of lightsabres.

 

[Trakon]

As Huang stepped forward to attack, Osman dived to Huang's right and swung several blows. When he landed Osman got back up and prepared for another attack.

 

[Will]

Without turning, Huang swung his blade in an arc, knocking Osman's blade away. He turned to face, a smile whispering across his face for an instant. He was glad his opening had been spotted. As he turned, the opening disappeared. Osman would have to work harder to land a hit.

 

[Trakon]

Osman's attack had been defended. So it was a trap. Osman again made his body move to the right. He stayed solid, waiting for Huang's next attack.

 

[Will]

Huang kept attacking, pressing forward, his feet constantly shifting as he moved. The padawan had a good, solid defence, but Huang wanted to know about his attack. He had already proved he could catch openings, but what would he do when there were none, and the pressure was on?

 

[Trakon]

Osman wasn't really getting depserate, he was feeling like the eye of a storm. Huang kept coming at him and he kept defending. Sure there was some close calls, but nothing big. So when Huang went for a overhand strike on him, Osman ducked, rolled, and striked very quickly. He was almost certain that it wasn't a trap.

 

[Will]

Huang parried the blade, moving to face. He made no attempy at a riposte, hoping Osman would take the initiative to attack.

 

[Trakon]

Osman jumped from the ground, switching suddenly into his true form, a mixture between Anaru and Soresu. Osman swung at Huang as he flipped over him. When he landed he turned and swung several more times at Huang's midsection and legs.

 

[Will]

Huang ducked the blade hissing over him, and powerfully jumped back at the swings to his lower body hissed out. Good. He had a fluid attack style that would be difficult to defend against. If you were simply a knight.