"Mhac Na Galla" The blonde cursed as she felt her body connect with the floor of one of the training chambers, her eyes narrowing as she watched her training saber skid along the floor before coming to a rest and deactivating. Her hand moving up to the small of her back, grimacing as she tried to nurse the lingering sting from the droid's countering kick to her attempted charge. Groaning as she pushed herself back onto her feet, the teen Padawan scowled as she looked at the training droid as it returned to it's guarded state in preparation for when the young Jedi would resume her attempts to land a hit on the droid.
This was perhaps one of the few elements of her Jedi training that the young fledgling Padawan loathed having to undertake, studying to feel and use the Force would be her personal preference, and if she could have it her way she would be more than content spending the entirety of her training learning to use the Force rather than learning to fight with a lightsaber. However her master @Maxims Tionson, had stressed that the teen's training could not be limited to just one aspect of what it would take to become a Jedi, something along the lines of the Jedi Order not being a Pick and Mix in a convenience store... Whatever that had meant, the reference had gone over the primitive teen's head.
Still regardless of her preferences, Carlyn opted to head to the training regime that the Jedi Master had set out for her to follow. Having finished off her duties for the day and then made her way over to the training halls, tentatively asking one of the Jedi Knights to help set up the Training Droid to run through some basic drills to help her practice her form. The only short fall was that her form was lacking any form of finesse that the more experienced Jedi training around her were demonstrating, whilst their movements were refined and carried with poise - Carlyn's were heavy, cumbersome and more reminiscent of how the Knights on her home world, Irmenu had fought with their Broadswords.
Picking up the lightsaber hilt off the floor, the teen, looked over the hilt before pointing the emitter away from her and tentatively pression on the activation stud. Taking a deep breath, the blonde closed her eyes as she gripped the hilt with both hands, pointing the blade towards the floor. Thinking back to her time watching her older brother train with the other Knights, adjusting her stance - spreading her feet out and tightening her shoulders as she tried to mimic the starting positions that the knights would adopt during their sparing sessions. Opening her eyes the blonde focused on the training droid, before breaking into a charging run towards the training droid, electric sparks cracking off the tip of the training saber's blade as it was dragged along the floor.
With a heavy grunt, the teen swung the saber blade a diagonal upwards sweeping strike, her body twisting awkwardly as she threw her weight into the swing. The training droid without any effort side stepped the clumsy attack, allowing for the teen to loose her footing as her blade failed to make contact with the droid or it's weapon. With a few staggering steps, the blonde tried to regain her balance before trying to shift her weight back around on herself to swing the blade around herself as she tried to stay on the spot. Again the droid made light work of evading her attempt to follow up with another attack, stepping back before swiftly swatting the stun baton down to the back of the teen's knees, incapacitating her as once again she fell down onto the floor with a pained grunt.
This was perhaps one of the few elements of her Jedi training that the young fledgling Padawan loathed having to undertake, studying to feel and use the Force would be her personal preference, and if she could have it her way she would be more than content spending the entirety of her training learning to use the Force rather than learning to fight with a lightsaber. However her master @Maxims Tionson, had stressed that the teen's training could not be limited to just one aspect of what it would take to become a Jedi, something along the lines of the Jedi Order not being a Pick and Mix in a convenience store... Whatever that had meant, the reference had gone over the primitive teen's head.
Still regardless of her preferences, Carlyn opted to head to the training regime that the Jedi Master had set out for her to follow. Having finished off her duties for the day and then made her way over to the training halls, tentatively asking one of the Jedi Knights to help set up the Training Droid to run through some basic drills to help her practice her form. The only short fall was that her form was lacking any form of finesse that the more experienced Jedi training around her were demonstrating, whilst their movements were refined and carried with poise - Carlyn's were heavy, cumbersome and more reminiscent of how the Knights on her home world, Irmenu had fought with their Broadswords.
Picking up the lightsaber hilt off the floor, the teen, looked over the hilt before pointing the emitter away from her and tentatively pression on the activation stud. Taking a deep breath, the blonde closed her eyes as she gripped the hilt with both hands, pointing the blade towards the floor. Thinking back to her time watching her older brother train with the other Knights, adjusting her stance - spreading her feet out and tightening her shoulders as she tried to mimic the starting positions that the knights would adopt during their sparing sessions. Opening her eyes the blonde focused on the training droid, before breaking into a charging run towards the training droid, electric sparks cracking off the tip of the training saber's blade as it was dragged along the floor.
With a heavy grunt, the teen swung the saber blade a diagonal upwards sweeping strike, her body twisting awkwardly as she threw her weight into the swing. The training droid without any effort side stepped the clumsy attack, allowing for the teen to loose her footing as her blade failed to make contact with the droid or it's weapon. With a few staggering steps, the blonde tried to regain her balance before trying to shift her weight back around on herself to swing the blade around herself as she tried to stay on the spot. Again the droid made light work of evading her attempt to follow up with another attack, stepping back before swiftly swatting the stun baton down to the back of the teen's knees, incapacitating her as once again she fell down onto the floor with a pained grunt.