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Xivilli was in the Academy, a room with a few practice circles and dummies. He held in his hand two wooden swords that were curved at the hilt to help facilitate an average lightsaber hilt for a curved variation.
He was beating a few practice dummies senseless, delivering quick jabs with his left sword at vital areas while swinging his right sword in a few, powerful sweeps at the dummy's sides. He was tired of inaminate objects that gave no fight. He wanted a real challenge...
Ever since Mercer died, his saber training had been neglected. The Pureblood was hoping to rectify this, but nothing here was sounding promising.
He felt like he was being watched...
He was beating a few practice dummies senseless, delivering quick jabs with his left sword at vital areas while swinging his right sword in a few, powerful sweeps at the dummy's sides. He was tired of inaminate objects that gave no fight. He wanted a real challenge...
Ever since Mercer died, his saber training had been neglected. The Pureblood was hoping to rectify this, but nothing here was sounding promising.
He felt like he was being watched...
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