Changing Ideas (Madora and Alindra; closed)

[Nightender]

Following her Mistress' movements exactly, Jessa went to the bag and attacked. What she lacked in technique, she made up for with sheer impact. Each punch not only made the bag recoil, but also made ripples in the outer texture. She felt sweat pouring down her brow after a few minutes and it filled her with joy and enthusiasm. She might have become a slave once more, but Jessa understood that she would become a violent, destructive slave, doing everything she could to unmake any enemies of her Mistress.

[Hotel]

She watched, a bit surprised the girl could match her movements as well as she did, even if they weren't perfect. Once she stopped though, she let out a silent sigh, grabbing one of her hands.

"Don't use brute strength. Quick, precise jabs can do a lot more damage, and are harder to dodge." She showed her again with her free hand, executing, precise hits that, while they did not send the bag recoiling, did leave deep indents in only that spot.

[Nightender]

Jessa thought about Madora's advice and saw some logic in it. For too long, she had been accustomed to having to make as few strikes as possible, ensuring a quick kill or none at all. This way was different, a totally different way of thinking about how to fight. She kept up her speed. Jessa knew she was still fast, but needed to do well.

It was the first step to proving herself.

[Hotel]

She watched the girl curiously as she seemed to think over what she had told her. She took a few steps away from the bag to she could once more practice. "Now try it my way."

[Nightender]

Quick jab, quick jab. Jessa tried to move fast, which wasn't hard for her. Her only problem was that she was unused to putting a great deal of strength and fury behind every hit. But Lady Madora had told her to use quicker attacks instead of stronger ones and Jessa had ever inclination to obey.

[Hotel]

She lets out another silent sigh as she watched. Once the girl finished, she walked back up to her. "I did not mean quick random attacks, and you still want some power between them. I meant precise, pinpoint attacks. Swinging wildly and powerfully leaves you open. Weak and quick just does no damage. You need to aim for vital and important areas, strike precise and swift, but hard."

[Nightender]

Making quicker strikes, Jessa knew she could manage more impact. Faster hitting, meant harder hitting, at least in Jessa's mind. All she had to do was hit a little harder than she had a moment before, while still aiming her strikes. Vital impacts would do much more to crush bones and create deadlier opportunities.

[Hotel]

She smiled this time as she watched Jessa. It seemed she was a fast learner. It would make it all that much easier to teach her then. She stepped forward once more and held the bag as she hit it. "Good. You are getting better."

[Nightender]

"Thank you, Lady Madora. I am happy you are pleased with me." Jessa continued to hit the bag as Madora had yet to tell her to stop. She continued to do what she had to. Every time she made the proper strike with the exact force necessary, it was a sign of her devotion to her Mistress.

For Jessa, life finally started to feel wonderful. With her will gone, dominated by Lady Madora's wishes, Jessa only had to worry about pleasing her Mistress. Jessa had been fully fractured, but on every level, even the levels she had come to ignore and reject because of Madora's dominance, Jessa wanted to know what she was being made into. The idea of becoming her Mistress' weapon appealed to her greatly.

Jessa continued to empty her mind. Her instincts opened, allowing Lady Madora to reshape them and make Jessa into the kind of fighter the Sith Lady wanted in her service.

[Hotel]

She grinned as the woman kept at the task, growing better and more accurate with each strike. She seemed so eager to learn, to perfect it. So eager to please...

She stepped from the bag and motioned her over once more. "Now, come at me."

[Nightender]

"Yes, Mistress." Jessa bowed. She was afraid of hurting Lady Madora, but knew better. Compared to the greatness of her Mistress, Jessa was nothing, totally insignificant.

Jessa's advance was careful and coordinated, not the sort of blind charge Alindra would have done. Moving high first, Jessa tried to strike Madora's head and neck before shifting her strikes toward Madora's abdomen.

[Hotel]

She would easily block the high blows, and slide away to doge the low ones. However, she never once tried to strike back, working only to defend. "Hit me!"

[Nightender]

Jessa moved faster and tried to variate her attacks. She had to get through at some point, but she didn't know exactly how to. Her fighting skill was still unrefined and Lady Madora was forcing her to see that even more than before. Only Jessa could make Jessa fight faster and hit properly.

[Hotel]

She continued to block the attacks, pushing them to the side with a flick of her wrist or catching the woman's fists in her palm. As this continued she noticed that Jessa seemed to be growing more confidant in herself and her strikes. That was good.

As they continued, she grabbed both of the girl's arms and pulled her close, her voice ringing in Jessa's head. "Come on. Stop trying to hit me and hit me!" She then released her with a slight push and took up a different martial stance. She decided to take it a bit easier on her and her stance mirrored one of the first ones learned in Echani Martial arts, instead of the advanced level she had been using moments before.

[Nightender]

Jessa needed to throw her punches harder, faster. She needed her strikes to be precise and painful. Connecting with her Mistress' vital points would hurt her, perhaps even cripple her. It was something Jessa knew she could do, if she could only force herself to want to be free again.

Watching Lady Madora's stance, Jessa tried to mirror it, learning what she could from standing the way her Mistress did. If she could learn what to do just from standing properly, she could start herself down the path Lady Madora wanted her to walk, the path of the warrior, the fighter. She hissed and threw a punch with her right hand, almost instantly following it with a jab from her left. Not wanting to wait, Jessa threw from her right again, paused, then swung her right twice more. She followed through with her left, trying to deliver not only a painful strike, but making her attacks asynchronous and more likely to hit.

[Hotel]

Dodge, block, block, dodge, duck. It went on like this as the two danced across the floor of the training room. A smile would slowly take her face as she watched the young girl approve with every punch.

Deciding it had been enough for today, she allowed a punch to connect with her chest. As it did a thought was sent directly into the girl's head. "Good." She then grabbed the wrist of said hand and flipped her over her shoulder. "But not good enough." She held her hand out to the woman with a smile, offering to help her up.