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Malice paced along the long inner wall of the training room of many training rooms to the enclave. Being of the founders, Malice had taken a special interest in their design and decoration... or lack of one. He didn't much care for anything but utilization of the rooms themselves. Though his collection had piled so high, that each room and each wall was completely lined with layers of weapons of more than one could count.
As he paced there, he swirled around him the chain of his desires; his favored weapon and own design, as this he did create with much intensity and care. The large axe blade flourished about him, attached to the chain that he held onto in two positions; his elbows lifted over the whirling chain of incredible mass and weight, using the Force to manipulate its ease in motion. Altering sides and placements of the chain as he flourished the blade, with the silver shoto lightsaber not ignited at the moment, he stepped and pivoted with leaning tilts of his torso to bring the chain up over his neck and back under his arm. It would swirl about him like a possessed serpent with ludicrous speeds, a blur of chain and silver steel that could carve through a Krayt Dragon's hide like butter. Today he'd meet his newest Neophyte, to train in the art of weapons.
As he paced there, he swirled around him the chain of his desires; his favored weapon and own design, as this he did create with much intensity and care. The large axe blade flourished about him, attached to the chain that he held onto in two positions; his elbows lifted over the whirling chain of incredible mass and weight, using the Force to manipulate its ease in motion. Altering sides and placements of the chain as he flourished the blade, with the silver shoto lightsaber not ignited at the moment, he stepped and pivoted with leaning tilts of his torso to bring the chain up over his neck and back under his arm. It would swirl about him like a possessed serpent with ludicrous speeds, a blur of chain and silver steel that could carve through a Krayt Dragon's hide like butter. Today he'd meet his newest Neophyte, to train in the art of weapons.