Osman's Final Training

[Trakon]

Osman's attacks missed each time thrown, mainly becuase he just didn't have the skills to fight a Master. Then again he never said anything about............

Osman stomped the ground and it split violently, causing a small rift to open up towards Master Huang. It was only a distraction from the real attack. When Osman's foot hit the ground causing the rift he Force Jumped into the air towards Master Huang, traveling at the same speed as the rift. Osman swung at HUang as he approached.

 

[Will]

Excellent. He was using the force. Huang propelled himself backward, the force increasing his strength to an extent that he dodged both attacks. He stood, a wave of force exploding from his body, ripping towards Osman. This fight could show all the boy's skills. Excellent.

 

[Trakon]

Osman was hit near full Force from the attack, and pushed backwards towards a wall. He used the Force to cushion the hit. When Osman finally rose again, he had a small line of blood coming from his mouth. He just busted up his lip a little.

"That it?" Osman said, smiling. He began to shuffle towards Huang, as if his leg was broken. But it was just a ruse as he jumped violently in the air, Force Pushing at Master Huang while getting ready to swing.

 

[Will]

The force wave flowed around Huang, like waves around a rock. As Osman came down, HUang grabbed his wrist, twisting violently, before dealing him a blow to the face, leaving a bleeding, perhaps broken nose. As Huang had stated, he was not a fan of goading. Any thoughts of superiority were unfounded in this duel. He threw Osman back, letting the boy get up. ''A good feint, but don't be arrogant.'' Huang stated cooly.

 

[Trakon]

"I like to play around sometimes. Helps relieve my hysteria." Osman got up. His nose hurt, but it was broken. It'd heal if given enough time. He deactivated his lightsaber and bowed to Master Huang. "Thank you for the duel. t's been awhile."

 

[Will]

''Emotions are a weakness in combat situation. Try to think only of the fight objectively.'' Huang deactivated his blade, slipping it in the pocket in his sleeve. He pulled out a bag from his other. He tipped the contents onto the floor. ''Pick them up with the force, and make each orbit you in a different pattern.'' Force control was the most important thing to master. Huang himself could arm safties on guns with the force.

 

[Trakon]

Osman nodded. He was a little tired from the fight but had energy for this. He moved his hands slightly ahead of him and slowly the objects began to be picked up. Osman made them go in strange ways, seemingly starting it on one way then shifting and changing direction of it to another way.

 

[Will]

''Good.'' Huang pulled out a noticebly larger sphere, far heavier. ''Keep those ones moving.'' He ordered, throwing the sphere at him. If he didn't use the force to stop it, It would break more facial bones. The key, Huang knew, was to use the orbits the spheres were already following to 'catch' the heavier one, almost in a net.

 

[Trakon]

Suddenly the lighter orbs were moved in front of Osman. They were close enough together to stop the large object but far enough apart to 'stretch'. The large orb hit the smaller ones and was stopped about a foot away from Osman's face. He didn't flinch. The ball slowly then became part of the moving orbs. The orbs began to move around Osman again.

 

[Will]

An odd method of doing it. He moved them from their orbits. He shoudl have kept them in the same orbits. ''Try again'' He threw another sphere.

 

[Trakon]

This time the orbs just got faster and knocked the oncoming orb aside. Then it too got into the rotating circle of orbs. Osman was getting a little tired but he was ready for whatever may come.

 

[Will]

''You're doing well. Jump, with the force. Keep the orbs moving. Go.'' Huang trained his students hard. They had to earn knighthood.

 

[Trakon]

Osdman wanted to whine a little but instead he gave a nod.

He began to focus on his legs while keeping the orbs rotating. He jumped a little without the force to test and see if he could keep the orbs rotating. He could. Osman got ready focused the force into his legs then jumped into the air about 10 foot while keeping the orbs moving. It was difficult, no doubt, for him.

 

[Will]

''Run. With force speed. Then jump. Keep the orbs moving.'' Huang ordered, waving his hand.

 

[Trakon]

Osman let out a sigh. Despite his body's rebellion against him he focused energy upon is legs with the intent of running. He started at a slow jog while keeping the orbs moving, then gradually sped up. Finally he used the Force and began to run faster than he normally did.

 

[Trakon]

((Bump. Drun, we're both busy but we need to keep this going.))

 

[Will]

''Jump.'' Huang ordered. He could see the padawan tiring. Huang would drive him to the limit. How Jedi performed at the limit of endurance... that was the measure of their skill.

 

[Trakon]

Osman jumped into the air at a height he normally wouldn't have expected. He nearly shook his head in disbelief. When he landed it was softly and carefully, while the orbs continued to move.

"Master, what is the next challenge?" Sweat beaded Osman's forhead as he spoke.

 

[Will]

''Repeat. Five times.'' The boy was nearing his limit. but not yet.

 

[Trakon]

Osman nodded, breathing heavily. So he ran and jumped again, while the orbs continued to move. And again, and again, and again. So at the fifth time his body wracked with pain and adrenaline, Osman was battling himself to move. His eyes were closed but he began to breath calmly, regulating his breathing. And then he began to run. His arms swinging in a classic runner way, he jumped, and reached higher than even his first jump like this.

"Master." Osman somewhat struggled to say. "What is my next task?"