Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on May 22, 2013 12:54:19 GMT -8
Diamonte (Student) vs. Steffo Rancis (Mentor) Location Temple DojoWeapons: Training Sabers Special Considerations: duel ends when the instructor is satisfied |
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on May 22, 2013 13:21:48 GMT -8
*In the centre of the Dojo stood a man, lean in stature, the physique of an athlete, yet nothing was apparent under the build of robes and the robes marked the serious looking fellow as a Jedi.
He wore his mousy brown hair, now greying at edges to his ears, his close cropped neatly shaved beard too had flashes of grey, yet those old serious steel eyes of cobalt blue shone out. A man aged beyond his years, once haunted by a past, but no more, yet the hard lines of battles fought and mistakes made had long been etched into the face of Steffo Rancis.
Here he stood upon the emblem of the proud Jedi Order and Order of service and valor he had entered some eighteen years ago.
He eagerly awaited his opponent, for here in the centre of peace that was the Temple he would fight not foe but friend, a man upon whose name had grown and blossomed into one praised with high acclaim. Steffo did not know if his brethren was learned in the arts of combat and to what degree, but all would unfold in the timeless circle of swordsmanship. It was at this centre that Steffo found peace and union-ship with the living force, for in the heart of battle, the moment was everything.*
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on May 22, 2013 13:47:47 GMT -8
'Sheesh I am an Idiot.'Here I stood: a "respected" knight in the jedi order, with rumors whispering plans for my elevation. I was regarded as THE man to go to for Artistic designs… yet i could not Duel. If the people that were rumored to be suggesting my elevation, surely i would be laughed back to padawan.
So here i was… on Coruscant, in the dojo i helped to create ( ;-P ) Seeking remedial lessons from one of the best Swordsmen in the entire order. Entering from the North corridor, I found myself on the balcony instead of on the entrance to the field. i was about to turn and exit when the voice that reminded me what a low guy i was said 'You are already late… do not make this gentleman regret helping you.'
Taking the situation in mind… I steeled myself took ten steps back, removed my outer cloak, and ran at the balcony to jump over them.
In the air i focused the force out of every point that i could to kinda do a funny thing with TK, where my force would stop my fall, and i would make something of an epic entrance… (what do you expect… its not like i am the Cat Whisperer and can just land on all fours)
a moment after Impact i felt strong enough to stand up… and bow profusely for being late… once my rational mind took over… i reached for my saber. the thing wasn't the most elegant thing i had designed (It was a tube with an activation switch… that's all) I activated the Green Blade and started the Makashi salute bringing my saber parallel to body before i spoke" I am sorry for making you wait Master Rancis… thank you for providing me these remedial lessons… In my situation, i feel i need them." I would not finish the salute and bring my sword to the ready until Steffo ignited his blade.
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on May 22, 2013 14:10:05 GMT -8
*The force flowing so freely in this place I did not have to focus hard to discern the closing of a presence as vibrant and luminous in the force as Diamonte's.
Upon hearing the gentle audible hiss of a door opening and naturally not seeing one of the three doors upon the ground level open I knew that the Jedi who would in turn receive and provide tuition had entered on the second level, if level was a word that could be used. For around the perimeter of the circular dojo was a footwalk enough to patrol around or to stand and monitor proceedings below. To ensure onlookers were safe and in this case could also easily access the dojo floor the footwalk was surrounded by a chest high metal barrier or railings for no better word.
Now with the exception of my now arrived opponent and the hexagonal room approximately 200 meters in parameter the room was barren. The sprung flooring ebbed slightly under his landing and aided in cushioning his controlled flourished entrance. A shiver of small dust particles rose and danced about his booted feet as I studied the taller thinner man before me. I could gauge little from his stance or gait, an edge in the force told me he was prepared and his senses were honed.
I too quietened my mind into a calmer rhythm and focus feeling the flooding crescendo of Ashla become a solid gathering stream of peace.
Calmly I drew the hilt of my left hip and embraced it in my hand, its cool metal a familiar kiss against rough hewn skin, and in the same movement with a single flick as I extended my wrist the blue blade shot to life. It was then that I smiled and inclined my head politely.*
"It would give me nothing but honor, I believe that in every opportunity presented there is always more than one learner."
*That said I drew my right dominant leg back to turn my left shoulder to face him and grasped hold of my hilt in both hands as I drew the hilt to become level with my right hip, the blade tip pointing accusingly heavenward.*
|
|
