Way of the Two Fisted

[Foxfire]

Cho had trained on Zoist and meet and found many new ones like himself. The experiences were nice and all but Cho started to see a need for a new spin on his saber skills. He has a minor in the duel wielded style or other wise known as Jar-kia. Not knowing of any in the sith that fully mastered or understood the concept of it he turned back to the one being he knew would know where to start looking for it, his life debtor Shard.

Cho was en route to land at one of the many outer landing pads. He did not know how shard would deal with him for his comings and goings. What he did know was that anything was possible with this one. After all the mad ones have no limits when it comes to their mind, just their skills. Cho focused his mind upon the hunters heart beat and old noghri trick then one needs focus when in a hunt of great importance. This little thing made for great improvements in his training of maelstrom elements and in his calming of his own mind.

Finally landing Cho in that quiet peace he had rarely had Cho opened his eyes and left the ship. Turning back the pilot jumped and ducked back into his ship. Had his reputation gone so wrong that everyone near him would become nervous over the smallest matters. He smile at the thought of having his alternate persona, at least while he retrained himself to become what he must a Master who truly was worthy of a student.

Reaching the edge of the platform Cho opened the coms that Shard had him set for when he arrived on planet side or to signal when a mission was done. The signal was just a twitter of squeaks that was pre-programmed into the coms. Now all Cho had to do was wait for either a guard to escort him to Shard or Shard himself would find him. But until Shard arrived Cho found a spot out of the way and went into a force training meditation to recheck his newly fashioned skills. His force bubble warbled into being and then strengthened to his limit then he started to collect dust and dirt debris to swirl upon his bubble's surface. There it swirled and spun like a gas giant in space leaving Cho himself inside to dig deeper into the force.

Wroth had wondered how his kind was doing but he had thought it better not to reveal where his race came from or what his races history entailed. Leaving his back ground a blank would keep any from taking advantage of them other than himself. Which is why he only spoke of the time of when he arrived at the temple when he was young. Thinking of these things many visions opened up to him, but he under stood little of them. The only thing he got from them was that he needed to become stronger at all costs. So life debating himself to an insane Sith Lord did just that then he would. Even if it meant him flinging himself into a black hole to take out a Jedi grand master then so be it.

[Karl the Unfettered]

Ah... Cho Wroth. Shard couldn't help but chuckle; the Noghri was always a good fellow to have around, especially when he wasn't around. People tended to die and property damage tended to accumulate in his wake, after all, which made him eminently useful anywhere else but where you happened to be yourself. He did not need that com signal to know he was here; the Miraluka was not, after all, blind, despite the contradiction inherent therein.

Nevertheless, protocol being protocol: "Lord Memnon, the signal you assigned to Initiate Wroth has been activated," an ensign said, coming up behind him and saluting. His underlings had long since learned that simply because he wasn't facing you did not in the least mean he was unaware of your presence or movements, and that it was best to be respectful and follow protocols even if the man himself tended toward the unorthodox.

"Oh...?" Shard replied, drawing the sound out. "And why, pray tell, has he come back?" He stood before a large bay window, hands crossed behind his back, standing idle for the moment.

"Uh... I don't know?" the man replied, disconcerted. "The dockworkers don't question him, or any of his sort." Too late he realized that could have been misconstrued, but Shard merely waved a hand.

"Good lad, you are dismissed. I shall go deal with Wroth myself, alone." He turned sharply and swept out of the room, leaving the ensign in his wake. Minutes later a speeder zoomed out of the complex, its engines screaming as the Miraluka drove straight for Cho's location. It did not take long, and Shard was soon close enough to smell the Noghri.

Per his flair for dramatics, the Sith Lord leaped from the bike as it was still tearing along at full speed, sailing through the air, manipulating the bike remotely with the Force; it skidded perfectly to a stop against a nearby boulder at the exact moment Shard landed in front of Wroth, and as he straightened the engines cut off.

"Cho Wroth," he said simply, gold-trimmed black robes glinting in the sun. "Good of you to join us, very good indeed." He rolled his neck and cracked his knuckles. "You are looking for something... something from me? Speak, and refrain from your usual riddles; we may act mysterious for the masses, but between you and I there will be nothing but plain language." A subtle but effective way of putting the two of them on equal footing, which Cho may or may not notice.

[Foxfire]

Cho let thing flow as they would even when the speeder bike was careening by and then being grabbed to a halt. Cho remained still listening to Shard's words. Slowly dropping the force bubble and letting the debris fall away he woke to Shard standing before him. Cho stood to his normal short height and clearly said,.......

Training. Saber training mainly using two sabers at once. I have minor knowledge in this area and I need more for these.

Slowly he removed both of the newly constructed sabers. Their sheen was blinding from the sunlight and the internal parts could almost be seen through the opaque Crystallized aluminum. The slight green tint of the material was the only color hindering a clear view of the inner workings of the sabers. He held them out for Shard to see and maybe test, but he was still weary about handing them over to just anyone, even Shard.

The double handed style would fit well with the new blades and give me one other skill that is lacking in my limited knowledge. The need of being a master of it in a month is not for me. I have learned that time and focus will give me mastery of it and much more. Would you give me this training?

[Karl the Unfettered]

"Impressive," Shard said as he accepted the blades. "You forged these yourself? Hm... interesting, the aluminum is translucent, and you made use of the Vexxtal crystal I sent for. And... ah, an Ultima pearl? Lava gems?" He chuckled. "My my, you have been busy; synthetic stones as well. Most commendable, most commendable. Worthy blades for a warrior such as yourself, Cho Wroth."

The Miraluka held the blades out and activated them, admiring the silvery sheen of the purple blades. "Attachable... a smart move. Begin with the double-bladed style, then switch to Jar'kai on the fly. Not many would expect such a trick from someone like you." Abruptly he whirled them about his person in a tight wall of light, the hilts dancing across his fingers and palms, his body moving in a well-practiced dance of death and carnage.

"Rather heavier than my own, but no doubt they fit your hands," he declared at last, relaxing his body and returning the blades to Wroth. "Now then... Jar'kai. The art of dual-wielding. Let us first test how much you already know of this form; raise your blades and attack, both at once. Use no other forms, no other means of combat; simply Jar'kai, that I may judge your current proficiency more accurately."

That said, Shard brought up his primary blade and ignited it, the acid-yellow sheen casting strange lights over his black clothing. He adopted a defense Shien posture, and waited for Cho to mount his offensive.

[Foxfire]

As Cho watched Shard's actions and heard his words he knew then he had taken a new step in a direction that would make him stronger. How much stronger he would become? Only time would see to that out come. When he received his blades back he returned them to his belt.

"Now then... Jar'kai. The art of dual-wielding. Let us first test how much you already know of this form; raise your blades and attack, both at once. Use no other forms, no other means of combat; simply Jar'kai, that I may judge your current proficiency more accurately."

With the words Shard spoke and him raising his sword, Cho knew too that the turning back of this request would not be Cho's decision but Shard's alone. So into his mind Cho delved and into the force to guide his hands, he reached up with his right hand and unzipped the training jacket he was wearing more for comfort that using it's purpose. With his left hand he dropped the jacket behind him turning a bit to the left. the snap hiss of the lighter purple saber leaped from it's caged housings, as a wild predator ready for a fight. Shifting to his left foot Cho swiped his right foot behind him. The second blade hungrily leaped from his belt, as if it was in want of blood and death.

Caged beasts these two sabers looked in Cho's hands unlike when Shard had them when they seemed lifeless just every day tools. Cho posed for just a second in the Shii-Cho stance but shifted to a loose shield hand with blade stance. Keeping his left hand forward the deeper purple blade was by far Wroth's more imposing blades and he had found that while training with the new sabers he favored his left hand for Juyo strikes more than his right. Even tough his right hand was the fastest Cho knew what his Stava master told him......

Find what is weakest and make it your strength. Never let yourself become one sided for a good welder of Stava must have control of both hands. This will give you greater possibility for a cleaner and a better placed kill.

So Cho started by using what limited knowledge he had of Jar'kai. With good timing Cho attacked Shard's right shoulder while moving the left for any counter attacks or possible guards of his blade. Cho worked clockwise around Shard as well as clockwise in the attacks to give Shard a view of any simple weakness of from his training years.

Little by little Cho made his way round giving only a modest amount of force to the strikes. When though he started to remember the Stava training did some thing happen to his delight. The Jar'kai he was using was a near match for the Stava training. Letting his worries go Cho lowered himself into his Stava stances and worked the saber strikes as if they were his hands. More wondrous was how smooth the transition and how his sabers felt like extensions of his hands when he switched to the Stava training he had gotten long ago. Slowly Cho could see the hole into his attacks and his guarding that the Jar'kai could and would fill, just the knowledge was lacking.

[Karl the Unfettered]

Shard bode his time as Wroth attacked, blocking the inexpert strikes easily with his far superior skill in Shien. He could easily tell that the Noghri had a long way to go; he seemed fixed on a clockwise attack pattern, favoring his left hand for attacks when it was clear he was actually right-handed. The Miraluka did not press the attack, though, despite the numerous flaws and holes in Wroth's defenses; this was a training session, not a true fight.

But then the Noghri made the mistake of drawing on some other martial style, despite what Shard had instructed. "No!" he shouted, batting Cho's blades aside in one sweep of his own blade and shoving Wroth off balance with a small wave of the Force; a swift heel kick to the chest knocked the Noghri on his backside, a few feet from where he'd been standing. "I said no other martial style, Cho Wroth! This is not the place for your Stava; lightsabers only, Jar'kai only! You are not so stupid as to confuse my instructions, are you?"

Shard would never have been so rough with his real student, Looma Isana, but that went without saying. She was smart but still weak, whereas Wroth was strong, and not nearly so unintelligent as most people seemed to think. "Listen to me, Cho Wroth," he commanded. "You cannot rely on instinct or muscle memory here; empty your mind, relax your muscles, pay no heed to any other instruction or teachings you have learned before. You are here for new things, and you cannot learn the new while you are encumbered by the old."

He took a few steps backward and deactivated his blade. "When you are ready, stand and assume the basic stances of Jar'kai. I will adjust and correct as necessary, and we will start from the beginning."

[Foxfire]

Cho had lost himself in the thinking of his past training sessions when he was young and failed to catch the destabilizing force wave and the sudden heel kick to his chest. With no force bubble or muscle tension Cho took the full brunt of the kick. When Wroth landed a rush of force rage rose with in him and the starting effects of his blood rage too started to ring in his ears. Though when he opened eyes what he saw was his old Stava Master standing before him ready to strike. Cho tried to utter a noghri hissing growl but the pain in his chest hit him again a strong as the first kick.

With his eyes glowing red with force rage He rolled over to stand but was halted when another force pain flash hit him this time it was to the muscles in his back, these too were starting to spasm. His back, which was rarely seen, was covered with innumerable amount of scars. These scars were from his younger days and they were very visible many were large and deep some even seemed to have been slowly healed with out medical care. So they pulsed with each consecutive pulse of pain from Cho's enhanced force vision, changing colors as they did.

thump thump.......thump thump

With in the force Cho made and linked his mind to a single heart beat. The calming effect of it was almost instantly seen in his behavior. Slowly he started to calm the pain was washing away into the blackness of his being.

In noghri tongue--WE are not children! So we must not fight like one.-fist hitting the ground-Stand and fight like a warrior or die like all the weak.

Slowly Cho rose. Sweat was running streaks down his scarred dust covered back. Growling the sabers with in his hand snap hissed to life. Cho looked over his left shoulder and his eyes glowed red with force power. He was not any longer going at this training in a soft manner. Do or die was the order of the day and he was not going to die today.

Turning and taking the first stance of Jarkai Cho let the thump thump of a heart beat stay with in his head. It calmed his mind and forced the pain away. Switching hand sides Cho lead with his right hand for the first few strikes and then changed it up and made it random in time. He found those hole and filled the defense and with each strike he increased the power and speed of power. Giving stronger here, weaker there to draw a attack or move a counter attack to where the advantage would be his. Soon he began to set spins, but caught himself as his Ataru skill started to show. Back to the Jarkai strikes. Up the power to near Juyo levels but not the full Juyo method just a very strong Jarkai strike.

The pain in his started to pulse again but as it pulsed Cho pushed into a cleaving blow. The Hunter's Heart beat was barely able to push the pain away by his focus was ever assured. The pain had no longer a hold upon him. He was pain and pain was him. His mind started to find that place where fighting in the Jarkai style was as a calming effect as the thumping heart beat the now pounded with in his head.

[Karl the Unfettered]

"You have never had a proper teacher, have you," Shard commented as he watched Cho flailing about, mostly talking to himself. He hadn't exactly said to go through the attacks, just hold the stances, but whatever; he could work with this, he had worked with worse in the past. "Just as well, probably... I'd have to break whatever they taught you." He felt a great deal of pain emanating off the Noghri, mixed in with what seemed to be childhood memories which he decided not to pry into.

"Enough, Wroth," the Miraluka commanded, holding a hand up. "I did not tell you to attack, merely to take up a stance and hold it, but whatever. Your opening stances are solid, for the most part, but your defense is shaky and your offense borrows too much from other forms." He brought up his own lightsabers, activating them; the acid-yellow and bloody orange blades glimmered in the darkness, reflecting oddly off his dark glasses.

"Now, watch my movements, and follow my lead," he instructed. "Go slowly, and feel each movement as you make it. Jar'kai relies heavily on muscle memory, so you must work with each movement, each twitch of your blades, and repeat them until they come naturally and you don't need to think about them." He took up a defensive opening stance, and showed Cho a variety of counters and attacks one could execute from that stance, explaining the triggers and opposing moves they were meant to counteract.

[Foxfire]

When the word 'Enough' hit his ears Cho slowed to a stand still. While he listened to Shard he wondered what was going on. He never had a teacher stop in mid-fight and reteach with slowed words. A he had ever know was lessons through a death match. So Cho slowly began to follow Shard's led. Slowly moving through the foot work and letting his blade gracefully slice through the air.

When Shard took up a defensive position and demonstrated to him the attacks and counter attacks and all manner of other areas, Cho began to truly doubt if his masters were really worthy, that is other than his noghri Stava master. Watching mimicking giving his muscles those movements that were of altered nature in skill sets. Cho gave way to Shard's teaching. His focused mind help in this type of learning. Wroth was quick on remembering but when it came to applying he was often slow. That would be only because most of the skills ones tried to teach him he did not think they were of any use. These lessons were wanted by him and he was going to apply them even if it killed him to do so.