Osman's Final Training

[Will]

HUang flicked his hand. Bars, parallel to the ground, fifteen feet in the air, descended. ''Keep the orbs moving. Get up there and move from one end to the other, using only your arms.''

 

[Trakon]

Osman nodded. He jumped into the air and grabbed hold of the first bar. The orbs continued to move.

(What's the distance between them, and how many of them are there?)

 

[Trakon]

((Bump))

 

[Will]

((1 metre gap. fifteen in total))

''Go.'' Huang ordered.

 

[Trakon]

The orbs stayed up, the farther from Osman they were, the more weak they seemed. When the orbs were near Osman they were fastu more precise.

Osman jumped over to the second bar. He continued to move towards the third, then the fourth. He continued till he was at the last one. Osman's arms were burning, the lactic acid the only thing he was feeling. Osman stretched his fingers for a moment then regained his handhold. He put more Force power into this jump than the others. The orbs all dropped a foot in height and several were but a few inches from the ground. But none touched. Osman grabbed hold of the last bar and upon completion, swung his legs up around the bar, giving his arms a rest.

"What now Master?" He was breathing hard, very tired from everything done today.

 

[Will]

''Fight.'' Huang rushed Osman, lightsabre off in his hand. The aim of this exercise would be to improve the boy's skills in a combat situation where he would be tired, such as duelling an opponent of similar skill, or a full scale battle. In the current climate, both seemed likely.

 

[Trakon]

Osman's lightsaber was pulled to his hands. The orbs all dropped down. Osman stood there his face clean looking, it seemed as though he just woke from a good night's rest. What happened? The Force flowed into him, providing him with energy required to do this. Osman sent a Force Push then rolled to his left, turning on his lightsaber when he recovered. His eyes were trying to glean anything from his Masters' stance, to use it against him in this Soresu Form.

 

[Will]

Huang diffused the force blow. It was far weaker than before. He could have probably even let it hit him. Huang launched into the air, twisting to strike Osman a blow across the head with the heel of his palm, strengthing it with the force. Landing, he immediatley dodged left, never staying still, and combat form could not be acertained, especially Tràkata, a form that would be truly unknown to Osman. Huang had not yet published his treatise into the library yet.

 

[Trakon]

Osman ducked and landed the splits. After Huang ducked left Osman stood up. He began to do a different form, Ataru. Osman started to jump to the left stabbing at Huang then twisting it into a slash across his shoulders. He landed then twisted back around, preparing for another attack.

 

[Will]

Huang rolled, avoiding the slash with ease. As he rose, he threw a monumental force push in the direction of Osman, loosening slabs of stone on the floor, tearing towards the padawan. He followed the wave, ready to catch Osman if he dodged.

 

[Trakon]

Osman jumped up above the Force Push, it caught his foot though and made him flip. But he used the flip to twist his lightsaber around so it faced downwards and he brought it down towards Huang as he fell.

 

[Will]

Huang shifted to the side, jumping, and punching Osman in the spine as he fell. The padawan hit the ground with a crunch. He was done here.

''Padawan Osman. You are hereby given knight status. Leave here so that you may lead others on the path of the Jedi.''

 

[Trakon]

"Yes....." Osman stood as best he could. He bowed then pulled back because of his back. "Thank you, Master Huang." He then left to the Healers.