Training (Adobi)

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Small drops of sweat flung off of Tyzen's forehead, soaking the soft mat under him as he moved aggressively through the sequences of Shii-Cho he had recently been taught. His form was wild and raw, not unlike most other initiates, but he was especially sloppy now. An earlier failure in front of a teacher at the academy had consumed his mind, making him question himself. Each swing of his blue training saber was an attempt to hack away the memory that was too recent to forget.

A few hours earlier Tyzen had been in a group session with other younglings as they practiced their telekinetic abilities in front of a master. This was one of his weaknesses, and it showed as he consistently lagged behind most of the class. There were other students doing worse, but none of them were as old as he was. After a while the master had picked him out of the crowd, giving him individual instruction in front of the other children. It was not particularly harsh, but these situations irked Tyzen to no end. Embarrassment was something he hated more than anything, and this paranoia caused him to be hypervigilant in his efforts to remain as just another face in the crowd. Consequently he started doing worse after the class resumed, up to the point that he could barely even use his ability at all. The master then dismissed him and told him to meditate on his struggles. He had meditated, briefly, but the only way he knew to set his mind right was through physical exertion. This was not the way of the jedi, but he still struggled with certain aspects. "There is no passion, there is serenity" was part of the code he had to recite to himself consistently in order to reign himself in.

For now, Tyzen had no desire to be reigned in. He was in a tense battle with his own misgivings about the lack of improvement he was showing. Every combination of moves was an attempt at proving to himself that he was talented enough to become a Jedi. By now his entire head was starting to sweat, and it only fueled his desire to keep going. This meant he was improving, or at least that's what it seemed like in his mind. This continued for twenty more minutes, enough time for him to immerse himself into his training so much that his mind let go of his doubts and worries.

The gray tunic Tyzen wore was now sweat stained from the shoulder on up, but he wasn't even tired. Training like this was common to him, and fighting against an imaginary foe was not the same as sparring with a real person. He picked up a towel he had set aside and wiped the sweat off of his face so he would not garner weird looks from the other inhabitants of the temple. After this he slung it over his shoulder and walked towards the exit in the back of the training chamber when he saw a figure near the doorway.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Gharassk had yet again awoken to his normal day routine, eat, study, meditate, and saber training. He had taken to his punishment as a normal part of life now. Today before actually making it to the inside of the room, the Red Togruta had stopped only briefly in the door way to see another Youngling from the looks of it, constantly attacking thin air.

Now Gharassk wasn't entirely Surprised by that, people often fought nothing more than their own mind could project, others like himself chose to fight training remotes and saber bots. Still others fought other breathing enemies, yet another thing Gharassk had done rather recently in fact.

Gharassk had noticed that the youngling was now stopped and looking at him. Gharassk approached the younger boy.
You certainly worked up a sweat!
Gharassk who hadn't been that attuned in sensing emotions yet, still thought something was bearing heavily on the others mind.

What's your name?
Gharassk hated starting conversations, he never could work one out that was more than a question, and rarely could he start them interestingly. But if Gharassk was going to find out what was on this ones mind he would need to start somehow.

[joolyraaraa]

Tyzen's apprehension died down as he saw the figure coming towards him was another youngling. He had planned on making a swift exit through the door until he saw the togruta coming towards him.

"You certainly worked up a sweat!" the togruta asked. This made Tyzen slightly annoyed that his attempts to make himself presentable didn't mask his incredibly damp chest and shoulders.

"What's your name?"

Tyzen walked forward until he was a few feet away from the youngling and introduced himself. Despite being somewhat shy, he understood the need to be social and never turned down a conversation if someone initiated it. "Tyzen. I see you saw my valiant battle with the air." He jested while giving an uncomfortable scratch on the back of his neck. "How about your name? I think I might've seen you around before."

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

"Tyzen. I see you saw my valiant battle with the air. How about your name? I think I might've seen you around before."

Gharassk noticed that the boy seemed uncomfortable, he may have been more shy that Gharassk himself was.

Gharassk Ran.
And I wouldn't be surprised I've you've heard of me, I've become quite infamous, a fact I'm not very proud of.

Gharassk said as he looked to the circle that Tyzen had come from.

Ya' know...i came in here without a dueling partner...
What do ya think...I'll have to pick up a training saber but It'll be a good change from this one.

He said beginning to walk toward the bench removing his saber hilt and outer robes setting them on the bench waiting for Tyzen to answer.

[joolyraaraa]

"Gharassk Ran.
And I wouldn't be surprised I've you've heard of me, I've become quite infamous, a fact I'm not very proud of."

Tyzen's curiosity peaked at the statement. He hadn't heard of Gharassk, but the togruta didn't seem like the lying type. In Tyzen's mind he considered if it'd be preferable to be infamous rather than a no name initiate, but then he thought about all the attention and quickly dismissed it.

"Ya' know...i came in here without a dueling partner...
What do ya think...I'll have to pick up a training saber but It'll be a good change from this one."

The hilt of the lightsaber Gharassk held distracted Tyzen from the togruta's words. He wasn't jealous, but he was in awe. It seemed like the closer he got to the end of his initiate days, the more students received their lightsabers. The same weapon he had felt so powerful with just a few minutes prior now felt weak and pathetic in comparison to his new acquaintance's.

"I was hoping my warmup wouldn't be for nothing." replied Tyzen, the facade of confidence he often put up in full effect. After a while the alternate persona had become so natural that he could almost convince himself of it, but his frequent reversions to his normal self ruined any chance of others falling for it. He put his towel back down on a bench across from the one Gharassk was using. With no need to stretch or warm up, Tyzen walked into the middle of the circle and put himself in a defensive stance.

"Jog my memory on what you're infamous for. People don't tell me much around here." Tyzen requested. The curiosity was genuine, but he had partly hoped to get a feel for his opponent at the start of the spar while they were talking.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Gharassk had tossed the Hilt into the bench seat and raised a hand calling the training saber from across the room.

He stepped into the circle at the time Tyzen had been asking his question.
"Jog my memory on what you're infamous for. People don't tell me much around here."

I disobeyed orders to save the lives of over 18 Republic men, Though i can't blame the council for punishing me.

Gharassk said as he armed himself with the saber and held it down and behind him in his right hand.

Ready!

Gharassk said still working on answering the question, he had gotten so used to answering.
I had to fight my former master and i almost died. You want to attack or me?
Than back to the story again,
I only lived because i had a weapons master another padawan and a healer there with me, the healer wasn't even supposed to be there. I got stabbed in the stomach, i still wonder if that should count as my trial of flesh or not.

He now noticed he wasn't even really talking to anyone but himself, even if Tyzen was listening.

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Tyzen attempted to disregard what Gharassk was saying and look for any weakness in his opponents stance, but his mind wasn't built like that. He never broke readiness, but was greatly intrigued by Gharassk's story. The togruta was only a few years older than himself, but already he had experienced so much more. It would take a great stretch of Tyzen's imagination to see himself fighting against one of the masters of the order, yet alone being in a situation where he had 18 lives weighing on his conscience.

"i'll attack first", Tyzen replied. After waiting a few moments to make sure his opponent was prepared, he lifted the training saber over his head with both hands and began with a hard downward strike before attempting to move into some of the sequences he had learned. With an opponent who was more experienced, and most likely more talented, it would not be long before he had to break from his routine and improvise. For now, though, he was just attempting to gauge his opponent.

Still trying to employ the strategy of talking to his opponent until he saw a weakness, as well as feeling like he owed the man a reply, Tyzen pondered Gharassk's confession in between blows. "I can't....imagine....what that was like. It sounds...like..you're lucky to be alive." he stammered as he tried to talk and spar, only managing to let words out when his opponent was recoiling from their sabers clashing. The feeling of the red togruta's counter attack was eminent, although he hoped he would be distracted by the conversation.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

"I'll attack first",

Gharassk nodded and than the first attack a downward strike that Gharassk easily deflected, and was fallowed by what seemed to Gharassk like a pattern. I'm glad i have a normal opponent....the last person i fought was completely unorthodox... Gharassk said blocking strike after strike, attack after attack.

"I can't....imagine....what that was like. It sounds...like..you're lucky to be alive."

Gharassk had side stepped an attacked right than and then made his own swipe, I can only say... another attack of spinning the saber a few time and attacking downward right attack, ...The force didn't want me dead!

Gharassk had to laugh...He had gotten so used to talking about this subject that he was able to talk about it while dueling.

Gharassk was now back-stepping letting Tyzen gain ground on him.

[joolyraaraa]

The force didn't want me dead!


Tyzen couldn't help but get more focused on the fight and less on the conversation as it went on. Still, he hadn't forgotten his strategy. "Or perhaps, you were just lucky." he scoffed before again, striking downward with both hands around the saber, planning on getting it blocked. He then quickly kicked out his foot towards his opponents gut, hoping to catch him off guard.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

"Or perhaps, you were just lucky."

Gharassk chuckled, Luck? I doubt that....I don't think such a thing exests.

Gharassk blocked the downward slash again, this time starting thinking that Tyzen was out of tactics, when he felt a slight warning but before he could jump out of the way was kicked in the stomach area. Gharassk jumped back a bit just as it was happening so the full impact wasn't there but he did fell it.

That hurt a bit...
Gharassk squinted pain back and used what healing he knew to stop the pain.

He spun the saber as he walked at a normal pace to Tyzen, I can tell you're willing to win... Gharassk attacked coming down on the left side of Tyzens face, a simple attack to block Gharassk thought. Gharassk than swung upward from Tyzens left brought that attack around and than struck downward on Tyzens right this time.

That's a good thing trust me...There are some who won't fight for what they beleive.

Gharassk let himself fall back into a defensive position crouching slightly ready to fend off attacks and than make some of his own.

[joolyraaraa]

"Luck? I doubt that....I don't think such a thing exists."

Tyzen couldn't help but slightly scoff at the statement that was totally in line with the teachings he had received from the masters. Not all of their lessons sunk in, especially this one. He felt as if he saw things that were lucky every day, and he couldn't get over how whenever one of them said "may the force be with you" it sounded like a glorified "good luck". His mind was too focused on the fight though, so he quickly regained his composure.

The intensity of the sparring match was slowly gaining momentum. Every strike Tyzen faced from his opponent was getting progressively closer to home, but he still felt comfortable in his defense. Landing the kick onto his opponents stomach had given him a slight amount of confidence, but this was quickly tore down by defensive instincts as Gharassk retaliated with a rapid succession of strikes. The first blow was easily blocked, but it turned out to just be a feign for a strike from below. The second strike was not so easily predicted, causing Tyzen to jump back before he just barely deflected the saber with the tip of his own. Now slightly out of position, Tyzen had a hard time adjusting to the downward strike his opponent followed through with. He raised his saber just quickly enough to deflect the blade harmlessly to the side, or at least mostly. The frantic attempt had lead him to slightly lose grip of his saber, then causing his hand to slip up towards the energy blade, his thumb just barely making contact with the base of the beam. The pain made him instinctively move the hilt up so his hand was farther away, but the damage had been done and his thumb was now slightly burnt.

With no intention of giving up the fight, Tyzen made every attempt to turn his grimacing expression into an intense focus. How stupid can I be? he thought. The slight success he had achieved led him to be overconfident, which in turn may have made the slightest difference between victory and defeat. For all intents and purposes, the fight was over. A slight burn on his thumb caused him to only be able to loosely grip his weapon, almost assuring the match wouldn't last for more than another minute or so.

Gharassk was now on the defensive, slightly to Tyzen's disappointment. It would have been less embarrassing if he just attacked again and won, but now that Tyzen was forced to go on the offensive his moment of embarrassment would be exposed. There was no hope thinking about it, and the only way he knew how to even the odds at all was to use the force to augment his physical abilities. After focusing for a few moments, and hoping his opponent wouldn't notice, he felt the force running through him. It was a great sensation, and one of the few ways Tyzen knew how to channel the force was through his body.

With a new reserve of vigor, and the slightest increase in swiftness and ability, he was ready to attack. The enhancements weren't anything significant like a master could do, but it could give him an edge. Now well past going back into sequences he had been taught, Tyzen opened up with a flurry of attacks, fully utilizing his natural and augmented agility. Strikes came from every direction, not being only limited to his weapon, but his feet as well. He was intent on ending the match before the sensation in his thumb got so strong that he couldn't wield his weapon at all, whether victory or defeat.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Gharassk had noticed some sort of change in his opponent. He felt pain but not sure from where.

Gharassk held his defense as Tyzen began to change tactics for the worse, even though his attacks where more rapid, he had lost focus making his attacks easier to predict.

Gharassk was blocking and side stepping, dodging and ducking, the attacks, he began shaking his head toward Tyzen,
You're choice in tactics deceives you, whats wrong?.... anger?.... fear?.... pain?..... I've seen this tactic in all events....

Gharassk had to end it for the betterment of Tyzen, before someone got hurt. So on one strike Gharassk side stepped it to his right quickly, and flicked his saber upward, he was aiming for the hilt, or area where the blade met the hilt, But after the strike was complete h noticed that he might have accidental hit Tyzens wrist.

Gharassk was shocked that he might have missed, hoping Tyzen had let go of the hilt and not taken the blow to his hand.

Gharassk knew the blades where mostly harmless, but they still hurt.