Training Grounds

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

*It was not long after Ryu had felt the blade of his Apprentace meet his own that he had felt it vanish just as suddenly as the clash accoured, to start his attack on the unprotected side of his Master.

Ryu acted without thought, he did not need to think, nor did he need to move, he didnt need to turn his head to glance at his right side to take notice of the incomeing attack from his apprentace to know it was coming, nor did he need to rapidly go over the possible defence strategies to such an attack and choose the one most suitable to the situation, while remaining in the Shi-Cho form. The force did it for him.

His arms withdrew, following the same patter in which they moved when he was on the offensive, until they had reached the starting point of the stance. Upon doing so his arms lifted up into the air, the tip of his blade carving an arc of Moonlight above his head which was visible in its physical form almost as if the moon itself as just leaped over his head. He maneuvered the tip of his blade straight downward until it was again facing the ground, this time though, his arms were behind his head, his body still in the exact same stance it had been in since the first strike.

The clash of Elemental light energy accoured again as if a lighning bolt within the force struck the Galaxy just as suddenly as it appeared, it vanashed, resulting in sparks of Oceaninc Blue and Moonlight Purity reaning down upon them.

He lifted his foot, as he withdrew his saber yet again, this time the intent to strike was his own. His blade followed its previous path until it had reaced the pinnacle of balance above his head, almost as if its weight were balanced on a needle which rested upon the top of his skull. he lifted his foot and brought in down in perfect synchronisation wiith his blade resulting in a gain of momentup as he sliced straight downwards at his Apprentace*

[Veran]

A single moment, the fraction of an instant and two movements is all he had needed to understand the basics of form one it seemed... Even through the violently loud and menacing sounds of both blades as they seemlessly flew through the air as celestial objects making a dance of pure and yet simple movements between the two Shadourians.

It was as if time itself had allowed them to see each others movements perfectly, allowing the apprentice to well study his masters technique as it allowed the teacher to evaluate his students level. The silver eyes of Ryu met the dark iris's of Veran. Light gazing into dark, until finaly time yet again flowed normaly...

Staying stationary as well, the young one followed his masters footsteps within the fight, driving his blade along with his in golden lightning and the electrifying hums of both blades, moving as one throughout space. Bending his knee to allow him more time for his own reactions to meet up with his masters attack, he drove the oceanic blade over his head, just as the silver one hammered down with demonic strength, yet he held on, remembering his endless training in the mountains, the promis he had done to himself that he would overcome these trials no matter what layed in his path... His memories flew through his mind like the lightning of the sabers, and into a final roar he pushed back the blade of his master, instinctivly allowing his focus to be driven back into the force to materialize what he had learned only moments from then, attempting to disbalance his master using the very power he had just been thought...

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

*The force flowed through Ryu like a conduit into its unending power, Opening the empty shell of a man that was his soul into the power and majestic grace that was the force in its entirety. His left foot that had been so firmly implanted into the soil was lifted and placed back into a position that was even with his other foot, which hadnt moved since thier spar had begun. He did this in order to keep himself from falling backwards. Although he expected to be suprised, the shear power and drive of his Apprentace was suprising, and most pleasing to see at that. In the amount of time it had taken them to execute two attacks at eachother, Veran had nearly mastered the art of Shi-Cho. Amazing.

The Master and Apprentace returned to their normal stances slowly, both releasing the grip of their sabers with their left hands and reuturning their blades to point towards the ground just above the surface of the soil, in a stance that Ryu like to refer to as the Shadourian Salute.

The Moonlight blade shrunk out of existance, and faded away with a quick snap, effect. Neither of the Two combatants sweating or having an alteration in their breathing cycles stood to face eachother, and meet eachother once again, eye to eye. A show of respect that was recognised throughout the order.*

"Veran, i must say that your skill is impecable. Shi-Cho is a deadly, yet simple form to grasp and you have done so in a manner so steadily and fast paced, faster even than myself when i was in your position and my master was complimenting my talent.......How do you think you could handle Makashi?"

[Joseph Gray]

*Every movement of the hands, the placement of the feet, and every move of the lightsabers he had watched closely. Studying them for openings or weak points, he reran the duel in his mind searching for some attack he could use to improve his own attack with.*

[Isii Derrum]

"That was amazing! For one who hasn't had much of close combat experience, that was something else. Veran, you are one quick learner, and here's another small gift from me."

*Isii tossed him a datapad*

"This datapad has all the lightsaber forms on it, and if you want to just study it, go right ahead. It's yours now. Just remember these couple of words Veran...Do not underestimate your opponent."

*Isii twirled his lightsaber a bit, and then disignited his blade. It didn't look like he was going to get a little practice today, for Veran was learning the most out of this, and Isii had learned most of these simple things already, but Veran had possibly a little bit more to go before understand all that Isii did*

[Kakashi]

*Kakashi walked behind Isii and tapped his shoulder.*

"Excuse me you are a Shadourian right? I'm new here and I was wondering if I can get in some practice

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

*Ryu placed a gently hand on Kakashi's shoulder, he grasped it firmly to show the stability in his words, he would indeed receive training, and if practice is what he wanted he would get it. soon enough.

The eyes of Ryu glimmered brightly as the sun reflected of of them as he turned to walk steadfastly to the edge of the plateau in which they stood, he gazed out over the lush regions of Shaderon and the obstacles it held within its natural grasp.

His vision remained focused on yet another mountain range some great distance away. That was there destination. and They would learn much on their way there, much more infact than they would from his lectures. If they wanted hands on experience they would get it.*

"The enviorment of this planet contains many variables. Some of which you all will find appealing, others however you will not in the slightest. Somewhere out there, there is a cave. It is there you must travel and in so doing you will be rewarded hansomly. Though there is a catch."

*He allowed the wind to sweep gently through the area as if it were enfused with the scilence that shortly followed his words, slowly and calmly comeing in and then fading out justa s it had appeared, to allow an intermission ins his teachings for the apprenataces to contemplate on what it was exactly he was speaking ofJ*

"The catch is that in order to reach that area, you must use all of the skills you have learned here and more to reach it. if not you will fail, and be stranded within the wilderness of Shaderon. The requirements you will need in order to succeed are all of the basic lightsaber forms and force powers. That of which amounts to the skill level of a very basic Jedi Padawan. Those of you who are ready can proceed now, Though you must remember that if you do in fact proceed now it is on your journey you must obtain the skills needed. Those of you who seek further instruction may stay and continue your training, though you must remember that withe every minuet you stay another is one step closer to that cave."

[Jayden Vel Dar/Garl Shillar]

*I pull my sword out and i get into the training.*

[Lana Nightblade]

*Lana pulled out her lightsaber which held the purple glow of Traycin Nightblade's crystal. This crystal was given to Aara Erakes by Traycin when he went off to war about 75 years ago. Traycin and Aara are Lana's grandparents. The glow resembles every part of Traycin the purple glow represent his hair. As the purple glow of the lightsaber sprung to life it quickly turned Ocean Blue again. Lana was given the crystal from her mother who got it from from Aara. Lana smiled at the sight of it then looked over at Ryu.*

[Jayden Vel Dar/Garl Shillar]

You There girl with the Lightsaber i will fight you. Lets go. You are a force user this will be a good test for me.

*I stand there with my Sith Tremor Sword i got on Nar Shadaa. It was most likely used by bladeborns who were really skillied at fighting.*

[Veran]

The thin blue line of plasma slowly vanished back into the hilt of the weapon of light as Veran bowed to his master both from due respect and friendly gratitude, a light smile on his face reflecting his appearent, yet silent rejoice from having matched his masters expectations.

He turned to Isii which seemed quite impressed about the short demonstration, catching the datapad without having truly seen it come by, as it simply fell into his hand. Yet he had never seen such an object, having only worked with the old scriptures into the temple and actual books from a time beyond the limitations of knowledge... He nodded as his friend spoke his final words, Do not underestimate your opponent. He had never experienced such a feeling towards another, and he wished it would never happen, for he had read the fate of those who had make this drastic mistake... Having lost more from this single thought then their life itself could have ever payed the debt... He bowed sligthly, thanking Isii for his many gifts and allowing him to move further on with his training... He was a true friend.

He turned back to his master, starring back towards the mountains as he walked by him, cliping the saber on his belt to finaly come to a stop at the very edge of the natural balcony over the seemingly bottomless hills.

"Master, I wish to go further on with my own training when you will have the time. I am eager to learn more of the force and its many tales of knowledge..."

[Joseph Gray]

*He made his way across the plateau to stand just to the left of Veran. Staring out at his destination and the obstacles that lay between, his mind formed its decision on its own as he turned to face his Master. The wind lifted away his hood reveling red hair and two burn-scars running down his handsome face. Wounds which unmistakably came from lightsabers, but it was his eyes that were most noticeable. The sorrow Veran had felt earlier shone brightly within his brown eyes and for the first time he met his Master's gaze.*
"I would like to proceed to the cave, Master."

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

"Than that is what shall be done....I wish you the best of luck Joseph...May the Force Be with you."

*He turned his silvery gaze to Veran who had requested to remain here for a time so that he could train further in his physical abilities. Preperation was never a thing that could be overdone, and apperantly Veran knew it.*

"It is upon that datapad, that you have knowladge and discriptions of the Lightsaber forms. Though that is not the end of your Blade training as you well know. You will be trained not only in the art of Swordsmanship, but in the art of Projectile ranged combat as well."

*He reached into a holster that lay hidden on the inside layer of his clothing, and withdrew a single Pistol. Its silvery black body glistened in the sunlight, for it was the first sunlight it had seen in quite a while. The Asutoron that made up the Pistol responded to the touch of its owner with a burst of warmth, as if it were nudging its owner as if to say "Im still here"*

"This is what is known as an Asutoron Handgun. This traditional weapon was crafted from Asutoron, a substance that binds itself and its properties to its owner thus becoming as strong or as weak as its wielder. Each Projectile within this weapon is surgeing with force energy. think if each bullet as a fragment of the force itself. Thus guiding the bullets to their target almost as if it were thirsting for it. Crafted by Damien Nightblade douring the times of The Great War this weapon served him and was the death of countless opponents who stood in his path. As it has done for myself, and even you, when it becomes time for you to craft one. Here....."

*Ryu tossed Veran, yet another gift.It was as if Christmas time had fallen early on Shaderon this year. It was yet another Asutoron Handgun. with no modifications, the spitting image of the one his master grasped in his hands*

"THere, this is what you will use to train yourself with until you get to the point of SHadourian Knight hood, then you shall craft your own weapons....Use it well."

[Bralor]

*Dan had walked up to Ryu now, he was a little late for the training but he walked up slowly to the area in the training grounds..*

"Sorry that I came a little late of the group Master. Can I get training now?"

[Veran]

He started to feel again much in the middle of the attention as yet, another weapon was given to him... He didn't wish to get any special attention over the others, he wished to train as one with his friends, as did all of his brothers before him.

Never had he manipulated a weapon which used these sort of mechanism, certainly he had heard about blasters yet he did not found them to his liking, and it was why he had crafted his own weapons in need of range attacks...

He pulled out three darts from his arm band, holding them in-between his fingers as if they were claws, and suprisingly, they did seem as so, until he threw a single one of them across the plateau, the projectile flying in between the heads of his companion without shifting its trajectory and hitting a target that had been layed there for this sort of training... Yet not at this dangerously long range. If there was one thing he could boast being deadly at, it was this art... The art of throwing with unmatched precision.

The sound grew silent yet again as the dart had inserted itself within the layers of matter from the target... Feeling all gazes on him again, he simply walked back to get the dart, without risking a look at the crowd of students, yet well noticing himself pass by the beauty of Lana, he picked up the weapon in a firm movement, to finaly lay his back against the wall... Observing his new weapon with a certain amount of dislike as he struggled to find comfort into weilding it...