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Sept 17, 2015 11:59:27 GMT -5
Post by stoof on Sept 17, 2015 11:59:27 GMT -5
The sun was slowly setting down in Korriban making the sky be colored with the orange and purple tones that the sun made through the sky. A figure was running over the grass fields of the fields making a black silhouette of his 5.10 feet tall or 178 centimeters. The silhouette revealed a athletic muscle built while although like this would only be visible if you looked against the sun. If you would stand with your back against the sun you would see this person was the Sith Student Sora. Running the fields with nothing else on but a pair of shoes and a pair of soccer pants revealing his full athletic muscle built of his upper body and lower legs.
After running a few laps around the training field Sora runs towards the middle of the field where his shirt lays on the grass and a bottle of water. He calmly grabs the bottle of water while breathing heavy before he drinks some out of it and throwing some water over his head to cool him off a bit. He started sit next to his shirt on the ground while the water that he just poured over himself was sliding over his body calmly going over the outlines of his muscles making it shine a bit and op out a bit more
He walks calmly towards the trainings dummies that are standing a bit further while he pointed with his handpalm towards his lightsaber that was laying on his shirt. The light saber shoots towards his hand using a simple force pull on it. When the hilt got catched by his right hand he would stand about twenty feet away from 3 dummies standing next to each other each 3 feet apart. The lightsaber calmly ignites from the hilt revealing a magenta colored beam coming out it.his stance was a little bit lazy because he was standing straight and his arms are hanging beside his body,He narrows his eyes a bit before he runs towards the dummy on the right side but keeps between the dummy on the right and the dummy in the middle, he makes a small swing that cuts the dummy on the right in the neck , he cuts it so far the head would be hanging sideways on the skin, right after he cutted the dummy he makes a long twist with his body. At 180 degrees of the twist he was facing the back of the dummy in the middle. he can cuts the dummy in the middle, that cut would go over the back of the dummy diagonal down from the left shoulder until the right hip, he twist further to reach the last dummy on the left . While he was twisting further and twisted his lightsaber in his hand so he could make a backwards stab right through the dummy coming out at center upperbody before he calmly shoved the saber out of the dummies body and withdraws is hanging it on the side of his shorts.
He walked back to his stuff that laid on the ground while he lets out a small sigh and started to sit next to it while he stared at the sky. He was training most of the time to become stronger but it always felt like he was missing something like a adrenaline rush or maybe it was something else something deeper more leaning towards the light side of the force although he knew that wasn't allowed even though he was just a slave from the empire training to be a sith nothing that he really could do beside follow orders. It was like he misses his freedom being able to fly over the land with his jet board feeling the air blow against his face beside someone feeling some smelling breath of one of the masters that was yelling at him for the so many of times because he was doing something wrong like climbing ontop of the academy roof or attempting to explore one of the ruins without permission although he only did it out of curiosity of what is in it. The freedom wasn't the only thing he was missing he was also missing someone to talk to at least since there weren't allot of people around him and most of them only gave him orders he missed friends or someone that didn't tell him what to do missing. It is maybe weird for a sith to miss that but it could gave him a confidence booster to have a frienemi or something to compete with to boost himself and make him do even greater things then just beating up dummies and reflecting incoming lasers with his lightsaber all the time
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Sept 17, 2015 18:59:04 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Sept 17, 2015 18:59:04 GMT -5
Scylla scrambled across a pile of loose rock. The beasts’ claws scratched out into the night as his claws searched for purchase on the unsteady ground beneath him. His movements were unsteady and awkward — they often were, as the pup’s body grew quickly and packed on muscle these days. A poorly-placed step sent some rocks tumbling down to the desert floor, drawing a short yelp from the surprised Tuk’ata.
Nieraan smiled a bit, in spite of himself. “You could just walk on the ground like the rest of us,” he offered snidely. “Don’t come crying to me when you fall and twist a leg.”
Stupid beast. I don’t know why I put up with him, Nieraan mulled as the tuk’ata prowled along, either ignoring his advice or too dumb to heed it. Getting to know the hound over the past few months left the Firrerreo with a sneaking suspicion that it was the former…
Besides, you didn’t just turn away a gift from a Darth. Novus’ generosity had been unexpected, but Nieraan wasn’t an idiot. So he raised the hound, best he could. He’d even started teaching it simply orders and how to pounce and attack at command.
Danica insisted that Nieraan was far more attached to Scylla than he’d admit, but he always brushed the claims off. What did she know? Probably just saying that when the pregnancy put her in one of her moods. Just cause I take the dog on walks doesn’t mean I’m jumping in front of a speeder for it.
Of course, they were both in the dog house tonight, after Scylla got a little carried away with some of Danica’s curtains…
Nieraan preferred not to think about it. They’d just take the long way back.
The ground eventually flattened out and Scyalla loped alongside Nieraan, occasionally ranging out to scout the way ahead or pick at some animal corpse or item of interest. They came across a rare fuzzing of patchy grass over the desert sand, and Nieraan felt the presence before he saw the person.
It was a boy, probably an Initiate, sitting shirtless as he stared off at the sky. He looked young, and Nieraan decided he wasn’t worth a second glance after a inspection of his presence. Weak.
Scylla decided otherwise. The tuk’ata split off from Nieraan, approaching the boy to look at him but not quite get close enough to touch. He stopped couple of meters away, tail waiving behind him. Curiosity showed as apparently as readiness in the dog to Nieraan’s senses, and after a moment, the Firrerreo sighed.
“Come on,” he called to the dog. “The boy’s not worth the trouble, Scylla.”
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Sept 18, 2015 8:55:55 GMT -5
Post by stoof on Sept 18, 2015 8:55:55 GMT -5
Jinn noticed a tuk'ata coming his way followed by the voice of a man that called out towards the tuk'ata although Jinn didn't really pay attention towards the man who called out towards his pet. Jinn was more focusing on the tuk'ata that was standing a few feet away from him. Although Jinn kept laying on the ground his body was ready to move when he need to move out of the way of a pair of claws or to catch the animal if it pounced at him
"You wanna play?" Jinn said towards the animal while he started to sit up ignoring the man when he said Jinn wasn't worth the trouble although Jinn kinda wanted to play with the tuk'ata. He saw them before only then in the wild when he was exploring the temples of the sith lords that are spread through Korriban
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Sept 18, 2015 13:24:31 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Sept 18, 2015 13:24:31 GMT -5
Scylla drew away from the boy's attention, cautiously raising the spines along his leathery back. The Tuk’ata cast a wayward glance to Nieraan, as if unsure of what to do.
Nieraan huffed a laugh, then shrugged. “I don’t know what I’d suggest playing with a Tuk’ata, boy. Especially unprotected.” He made a general gesture at Sora, who he could only surmise had taken to sunbathing after a bout of training.
“Not a good way to stay alive, at any rate,” he added.
Scylla, though, didn’t seem to be quite done with the wayward Initiate. He turned back to him, sniffing the air pensively. The beast didn’t move any nearer the stranger, but neither did he draw away.
Nieraan rolled his eyes. He folded his arms over his chest, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. The trio of lightsabers hanging from his waist clinked softly against the motion.
“What are you doing out here, anyway?”
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Sept 18, 2015 14:46:21 GMT -5
Post by stoof on Sept 18, 2015 14:46:21 GMT -5
Sora calmly nods towards the man "Yea I wanna play with a tuk'ata without protection. Most of these hounds are harmless the aggressive ones are experimented with" Sora read about the tuk'ata in the sith library reading it from a holocron that was all about the animals on Koriban since Sora loved most of them and mostly knew how to gain there trust. It was like animal attracts animal.
Sora stood up and stretched himself out making his elbows and knees crack a bit "What i was doing? I was training. It is better to train outside in this hot atmosphere making your body work harder then in the academy where the temperature is normal" He said calmly while the head of the dummy on the right side that was only hanging on the skin flew towards Sora. Sora calmly catches it with his left hand still staring at the tuk'ata into the red eyes of the hound while he calmly walked towards the hound
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Sept 18, 2015 16:28:20 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Sept 18, 2015 16:28:20 GMT -5
“Most Tuk’ata don’t follow Sith around, but don’t let that dissuade you,” Nieraan said snidely. It’d only take one spine, poking through the boy’s unblemished skin, and well… He’d have much deeper concerns than whatever held his attention while he’d been staring at the sky.
The boy picked himself up, and at least had the tenacity to speak at Nieraan as if the Firrerreo didn’t understand basic training principles. Or perhaps it was an honest explanation, offered without the knowledge that Nieraan was one of the Order’s primary training instructors when he was at the Temple.
He’d overseen scores of students, but he couldn’t tend to them all. This Initiate was one such enigma. Nieraan gave the boy a quick look over as he tore the head from the training dummy and proffered it to Scylla. Reasonably well-built. Tall, if not terribly so. Not strong in the Force, but the potential was there.
Scylla growled lowly as the Initiate approached.
“I see,” Nieraan said, lowering his arms. He allowed a small smile, showing the tip of his fangs. “And what results have you gathered from this training, hm? How often have you pushed yourself to your breaking point in Korriban’s sands? Trust me, I’d know your name if you’d separated yourself from the rest of the flock, and yet, I don’t.”
Scylla suddenly lunged, fangs flashing to tear the dummy head away from Sora’s grasp.
“And how do you intend to change that, boy? Or will you just fade into the crowd?”
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Sept 18, 2015 17:44:18 GMT -5
Post by stoof on Sept 18, 2015 17:44:18 GMT -5
Sora simply chuckled at the comment that he didn't knew Sora's name because he didn't stand out in class like some thoers before the tuk'ata lunged towards his hand grabbing the dummies head out of his left hand. Sora's left hand would go over the head and back of the tuk'ata like he was petting him in the leap the hound made.
"Staying in the background is one of the biggest things in some sith ranks. Not everyone is a tank. Some use stealth and blending in the crowd to accomplish there goals and when someone noticed something went wrong they, went missing or got killed does people are already gone" Although Sora was talking about a sith assassin who used stealth to kill his enemies. " Or does everyone have to be standing out? Because when that happens no one stands out anymore or am I wrong?" He said while walking towards the man "And if you wanna know my name. It is Sora Mamoru be sure to remember it since i passed every single task this academy gave me" When Sora said the last word he would stand infront of the head of the academy instructors with his light saber hanging on his right hip. He was standing infront of the man like he was just someone who was the same rank as his but Sora was someone who never really cared about ranks since the only thing they were mostly lacking was the chance to prove them self in something and Sora didn't got that chance yet
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Sept 19, 2015 8:39:30 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Sept 19, 2015 8:39:30 GMT -5
Nieraan shook his head slowly as the boy came to stand right in front of him. This Initiate was bold, he’d give him that. He wasn’t the first to try standing up to the Firrerreo, but he had a sort of calm to him—a steady conviction in his words that said he was right and to hell with whoever thought otherwise.
“No, see, I’m not talkin’ about your style, boy.” He gave the word an extra weight; subtle, but there, just so. “I don’t care if you fancy yourself a soldier for the front line or wanna hang in the shadows.”
Scylla shook the dummy head violently behind them. Cloth ripped as stuffing fell out to the dusty ground.
“What I mean, Mamoru, is that you ought to show an iota of talent—of worth.” He raised a hand to the boy’s chest as a condescending smile touched his face. “The strong rise here. The weak are left behind, and for all your claims, you’ve got no master.”
Nieraan gave a firm press into the boy’s chest, seeking to push him back away. “Which are you?
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Sept 20, 2015 13:38:09 GMT -5
Post by stoof on Sept 20, 2015 13:38:09 GMT -5
Sora's hand would shoot towards the wrist of the man when he gave him a firm press on his chest. Sora attempts to catch the wrist of the man holding it with his thumb,ring finger and pinky while his index and middle finger goes over the lower and of the man and his handpalm pressing the man's hand down so the wrist would bend up. Sora gave enough pressure to almost the wrist of the man he only needed to apply a bit more pressure to break the man's wrist
"I am the one that doesn't take crap from anyone" Sora said while looking straight into the man's eyes. If the man would look back into Sora's eyes he would see That the pigment in Sora's eyes slowly changed to a yellow sulfur color same as the veins that are running in Sora's lower arms slowly became thicker and started to fade slowly black. It was like the dark side of the force was taking control through Sora's body but only in the parts of his body he was using since the rest kept normal
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Sept 21, 2015 11:11:41 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Sept 21, 2015 11:11:41 GMT -5
Ah so this one has some fight. Nieraan laughed as the boy grabbed his wrist. He nearly reacted by instinct, wanting to ram his shoulder into the boy’s body and drop him to the ground with a blow to his open face, but no, he could have a bit of fun with this one.
Scylla’s attention rapidly left the dummy head — which was barley more than some wet scraps of cloth and bits of stuffing strewn across the ground — and locked onto Sora. The tuk’ata’s crouched low, a dangerous rumble growing in his throat. The spines along its back stood up threateningly.
Nieraan huffed, smirking at the boy’s face. “Cute,” he said nonchalantly as yellow creeped into Sora’s irises. He’d not yet given himself over fully to the Dark Side then, or at least not as deeply as Nieraan had — the Firrerreo’s eyes had been green a long time ago, but now they were always yellow.
“Is that so?” Nieraan asked. He gave a lopsided smile, looking more a wolf toying with prey than a man in any danger as he took a deep breath. He pulled on the Force, at once drawing strength to his captive arm and pushing energy to the free one.
A lance of electricity jumped from his hand toward Sora’s body. Nieraan didn’t put much power behind it, but it’d certainly hurt if it hit. The goal wasn’t so much to hurt the boy as it was to force a surprise. A the same time, Nieraan tore his hand away from the boy’s grip—which was hopefully weakened by the brief burst of lightning.
“You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that, kid,” he said. He rubbed his wrist for a moment, then shook it out. It was a bit tender, but fine. “I like that.
“Oh, and by the way, tuk’ata venom isn’t pleasant,” he said with a nod toward Scylla. The Tuk’ata was still crouched behind Sora, and obviously unhappy.
Nieraan shrugged. “But don’t take my word for it.”
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Sept 21, 2015 14:45:24 GMT -5
Post by stoof on Sept 21, 2015 14:45:24 GMT -5
Sora's eyes narrowed when he heard the word cute coming from the man's mouth although when the man asked the question. He didn't notice him focusing the force in his free but he noticed the tuk'ata turning towards him feeling the eyes of the beast looking at him before he took the shock from the man and the wrist pulled away from his grip. Sora bends himself towards the side a bit like he got hit straight into the side with a strong punch although Sora just laughed at the man
When he heard he got guts he laughed even harder before he said "You don't even know me. I can take on more then one enemies even when they are carrying knifes and i am not allowed to use the force" Sora said smiling although he has done it before since some people tried to gang up on him when he was in prison and he had to take them down bare handed while they were carrying shanks.
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Post by Rugs on Sept 24, 2015 14:22:04 GMT -5
“Bold claim,” Nieraan said. He folded his arms across his chest and raised a brow at the boy. Sora wasn’t the first Initiate to produce such bravado, but he seemed to actually believe it.
Interesting…
“There’s not many students your age who could do that, no matter what they claim,” he offered as a word of caution. Scylla strolled over to his master’s side. The tuk’ata kept an eye on Sora, but with the altercation apparently over, his tongue lolled out of his fang-lined mouth.
“But,” Nieraan turned away from Sora, to head back to the practice yards, “if you’re so confident in yourself, follow me. We’ll but that to the test.” He took a step, then paused, looking over his shoulder at the boy with a half-smile. His yellow eyes glinted in the evening line.
“But if you’re going to do this, you’d better not fail, boy.”
He turned and continued on his way back to the training yards, with Scylla ranging out ahead of him. Faces of initiates rolled through his mind as he pondered choices for combat, already certain that the boy would follow…
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Sept 24, 2015 14:55:06 GMT -5
Post by stoof on Sept 24, 2015 14:55:06 GMT -5
Sora calmly shook his head at the man while grabbed his shirt from the ground and he started to follow him. Little did the man know about Sora although big chance the man knew where he came from a prison and got to the academy as a slave to train to a sith but nothing else since Sora never talked about his past to no one making sure only the people that crossed his path would know how strong. Making does people even weaker in the eyes of others.
"When I fail something I would be death" Sora said calmly after the remark of the man that he better now fail. Sora learned you always have to finish to job no matter what comes across and always keep your word
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Sept 26, 2015 12:28:05 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Sept 26, 2015 12:28:05 GMT -5
Nieraan shrugged at Sora’s comment. “Your head if you screw it up, kid,” he said offhandedly. “Not mine.” Of course, he w6ouldn’t let the boy die if this stunt proved to be a fool’s errand — the Sith couldn’t wage their war against the Republic with any degree of success if they all died in training — but the damage would be done to Sora’s reputation.
Then again, that wasn’t any Nieraan’s concern.
It was a short walk back to the main Temple grounds, and then one of the training yards. A few students milled around, working alone or in groups, but most of the day’s crowd was gone. Nieraan stood, arms folded over his chest as he took stock of the yard, trying to determine who might be a good opponent.
A Nautolan girl, Zilana, worked alone near some training dummies. She was moderately skilled, though like Sora, her potential was mostly untapped.
“Zilana!” Nieraan called, voice booming across the yard. She looked to him and hurried over, nodding deeply as she approached.
“Yes, Lord Aurelius?”
“How dare you?!” A voice rang out before Nieraan could answer the Nautolan.
Both of them looked to the source of the voice. Scyalla, who’d laid down near Nieraan’s feet, picked his head up, ears perking at the noise.
An corpulent young man picked himself off the ground heaving angrily. Sweat dripped from his sloppy beard and left his bangs clinging damply to his forehead. A red lightsaber burned in his hand. “That was an underhanded blow and you know it!”
Nieraan sighed. Rod. He was fighting another Initaite, a Human girl with sandy blonde hair hair who had to be at least five years his junior.
Rod was an annoying boy. Nearly 23, and about as talented as a some of the 15-year-old students Nieraan had to deal with. He nearly yelled at him, then an idea clicked into place in his mind.
“Rod!” he yelled. “Get over here!”
The Initiate rumbled over as his opponent gave Nieraan a relieved look before scurrying off inside.
“Yes, Lord?” Rod asked, huffing.
Nieraan felt a pang of regret for Zilana. Briefly.
“Our friend here says he can take on two contemporaries unarmed,” Nieraan said, sweeping a hand wide to gesture at Sora. “Without using the Force. While you use knives, if you so choose. You two will be his opponents.”
Zilana turned to Sora, looking him up and down. She was a few inches shorter than he, but unfazed by their physical differences. “Confidence can go a long way,” she said idly to him. “Stupidity, will not, though.”
Nieraan smiled and backed away, motioning the students to one of the sand-filled sparring pits.
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Post by stoof on Sept 26, 2015 14:22:57 GMT -5
Sora followed the man towards the academy ground where some of the students still were training although Sora was never training there he was always training on his own so he made sure he was creating his own style and his own techniques so no one could think of what he was doing or how strong the moves really are
Sora was calmly standing next to the man when he called the girl towards them. While he was walking and talking towards the man Sora was already thinking of what kind of fighter she would be. She seemed a patient one like Sora but more of a thinker then he is since Sora was always thrusting on instinct
Sora looked quickly towards the side where a man seemed to be mad at someone although Sora couldn't help it but let out a small chuckle after he saw what happened to the man that was older then him but still got beaten be someone way younger then him. When the man called him over also Sora could already guess how the man would fight. Big chance he would run straight into battle and thinking he is a thank that could run straight to everything without thinking or doing anything a real front liner but a stupid one.
When the girl spoke to Sora he simply raised a eyebrow but he didn't really care what she said since he had done this kind of things before only then his life was one the line but this time it isn't.
Sora would walk towards the sand filled sparring pits while he swings his shirt over his shoulder that he was carrying still in his hand and he removed his lightsaber from his hip laying it on the side of the pit so he didn't take with him into the sparring ground. Sora walked until about 1/3 of the pit making sure he still could look at them both although he would expect the old man to attack first and the girls to follow the man's lead to attack Sora from the back or when he is dodging the man's attack so Sora made sure he always had a eye on the girl also
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Post by Rugs on Sept 27, 2015 10:37:52 GMT -5
Zilana watched the boy, her big, black eyes unblinking. He was silent. Confident, obviously, but he didn’t boast before the match as some others might. Was that a good sign, or bad? She shrugged inwardly and determined that they’d find out.
One thing was for certain though; a two-on-one fight with him refusing to use the Force put him at quite the disadvantage. She wondered, as she began to talk to the sparring pit, what could’ve possessed him to make such a ridiculous bet.
Hubris. She thought. Just like everyone else here. Her grip tightened on the grip of a short knife she picked up from an equipment stand. Hubris will get them killed. I will be different.
Zilana sheathed the weapon at her hip. She might use it, but she was more content to use the Force and her fists, truth be told. Hopefully things wouldn’t come to her needing the weapon anyway. With two of them…
Well, one and a half… she thought, glancing to Rod. The fat boy was making cuts at the air with some strange grunting noises. He was far too eager and far too clumsy. Zilana almost expected Rod would be as much of a hindrance to her efforts as the boy, whether he meant to or not.
They reached the pit and took their positions. Rod stood nearest their foe. Zilana stood a step or two behind him and slightly to the side.
“You don’t know what you’ve stepped into” Rod proclaimed. “Schooling you in a two on one fight won’t be enough to earn Master Zarander’s eye alone, but I’ll do it anyway. Maybe if I beat you bad enough, he’ll take notice!”
Zilana rolled her eyes. Master Zarander isn’t interested in you fatso, she grumbled inwardly. One day he’d pick up on that.
She drew on the Force, taking a last moment to observe their foe. He seemed relaxed enough. He was well-built too. Perhaps he’d be attractive, if she had a taste for human boys, but alas…
Rod flourished his blade and surged ahead. Zilana moved as well, but out wide, rather than bullrushing ahead. As Rod launched himself into the air, implementing a touch of Ataru—a style that still left Zilana baffled to see the big Sith use—into a flipping strike directly at the boy’s chest, she lifted her hands.
The Force came to her and she pushed it forward, give a short, stiff push she hoped would knock the boy off balance.
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Post by stoof on Sept 27, 2015 17:19:49 GMT -5
Sora looked at Zilana when she sheated the knife getting the feeling she wouldn't use it just yet maybe later but big chance she would be relying on her fist and force for now. He looks towards Rod seeing him making striking motions into the air while he was grunting. Was he already tired of just fighting the air or isn't he strong enough the lift his own arms. Sora though to himself although he didn't really care. He heard Zilana comment softly from a distance and Sora chuckled a bit
Sora took his position in the pit looking at both of them seeing the distance Zilana was now with her sheathed knife Sora was thinking she would be using the force to attack him although Sora was still expecting Rod to attack first with a rush towards him.
When Rod spoke Sora simple raised a eyebrow towards him knowing Rod had no idea where he pulled himself into if he was planning on attacking his teammate what was the dumbest thing he could do at this moment.
Sora calmly took his stance. He steps back with his right foot while he twist it 90 degrees to the outside making sure he stance steady by bending his knees a bit although his arms where hanging beside him like noodles like he wasn't even planning on using them. He was calmly waiting on one of them to attack but the waiting didn't last long when Rod rushed in with a front flip in the air although Rod was to fat for the ataru still making his flip slower then for a normal person since the outer rotation was bigger. While Rod was flipping in the air he saw Zilana moving to the side now knowing for sure she would use the force to attack him.
Sora jump up when Rod came about 2/3 of the flip slipping under the right arm of Rod that was making a diagonal motion to cut him While slipping under the arm Sora twist his counter clock wise so his left shoulder past Rod first almost brushing against Rod Right side. While he was passing Rod Sora's right knee shoots up aiming towards Rod's upper abdomen. If his knee will connect it would knock the air out of Rod since he used the motion of the flip and the motion of Rod coming down against him plus using his own jumping and kicking strengt. If it would connect perfectly it would make Rod faint and fall flat on the ground.
When Zilana used the force push big chance Sora would still be in the air after the knee depending if Zilana was standing behind him or infront of him would determine which way Sora would go although being in the air gave him the advantage he could use his agility to make sure the impact he would make on the ground wouldn't be that hard. He would roll over his shoulder when he hits the ground so he could stand on his feet right away and breaking his fall with the roll making the impact even less
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Sept 30, 2015 12:04:59 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Sept 30, 2015 12:04:59 GMT -5
Rod’s vision blurred suddenly. His momentum didn’t quite stop, but was altered, pain blossomed like fire across his gut and his grip faltered on the knife hilt. He fell abruptly to the ground with a pained grunt, dust rising up around him.
“You… bastard,” he growled as he heard the boy hit the ground behind him. A spike of pain hit him as he coughed, but he pushed himself up to his feet on shaking limbs. His breath came heavily, labored, as he turned around. “I will not suffer such insults from a welp like yourself!
“I am Rod Collobarabara, and when Master Zarander makes me his apprentice, you will pay!” The dust around Rod’s feet shifted ever so slightly as he drew as deeply on the Force as he could, pushing his body onward past the pain to keep going. “You won’t even have to wait for that, you little-“
“Rod!” Zilana yelled from behind him. “Shut up!”
Rod glared over his shoulder at his Nautolan “teammate.” She thinks she’s so good and smart. I know more about being a Sith than she ever could. One day she’ll see. They’ll all see.
“Fine,” he growled, turning around. Sweat already glistened on his brow—a mixture from his earlier sparring match and from the effort he’d already exerted thus far against Sora. If he could just get one good blow in… yeah, he could put this boy in his place.
The metal ornaments on Zilana’s tentacles clattered softly as she shook her head. Rod was an idiot, and well known as such. She cast a glance back to Aurelius, who was watching with a little smirk on his face, and wondered if he’d paired her with Rod to intentionally put her in a bad spot.
“Whatever,” she muttered under her breath. Hopefully Rod had learned his lesson. After all, she could feel him drawing on the Force to keep himself going — he was hurting. To Sora’s credit, he’d opened with a brutal blow on the corpulent Initiate.
Still, flips were stupid. Bullrushing was stupid. Hopefully Rod would know better know.
And then he charged in again.
Zilana fought the urge to just walk off and leave him to his fate. He at least stayed on the ground this time, seeming to feint to a side blow and then closing in with a hard strike with his kife toward Sora’s stomach.
At the same time, she reached out with the Force again, lifting her hand as her focus settled on Sora. She willed the Force to wrap around his neck, and hoped to bring him halting to a stop as she closed her hands, meaning to choke him as surely as if her own hands were around his throat.
She smiled inwardly. If this worked, she had no intention of letting go.
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Oct 2, 2015 13:48:09 GMT -5
Post by stoof on Oct 2, 2015 13:48:09 GMT -5
Sora was already standing on his feet because he rolled over his shoulder while Rod was attempting to get on his feet. Sora was staring at both of them. He saw Rod being out of breath and being annoyed by him since he got him with only one hit although this was only the beginning
Sora didn't care about what Rod said to him or who he was or who his master was or should be. When Rod started to channel to force through himself Sora narrowed his eyes a bit although Rod got distracted by zilana by calling him out. The biggest mistake a team could do is by busy with each other and not with the enemy . So the moment Rod was distracted Sora rushed towards him Using his agility to run as fast as he could. When he got a feet away from Rod. Sora dropped himself on his knees attempting to slide between Rods Legs so he would be behind him. He ran further after he got back to his feet as quick as possible. He made a jump up attempting to grabs Rod's face from behind his back and attempts to place the back of Rod's neck on Sora's shoulder before he dropped himself fully towards the ground. Sora would land his knees on his back pulling rod with him although when they both his the the ground Rod's neck would make a giant impact on Sora's shoulder breaking his neck with perfect hit although the move was big enough the at least knock him out cold.
Sora would stand up quickly again focusing back Zilana again and started running towards her at the same time. If she would have her handpalm already facing towards him attempting to channel the force towards him Sora would grab her wrist with his right hand while sweeping his left foot up and jumps with his right foot. He sweeps his left leg behind her arm and over her head while he pulled on the wist in attempt the get her wrist under his armpit.. If he accomplished in that he would drop himself on the floor in attempt to drop her on her back just like him self while he started to put her in a armlock where he would break her arm in only a second at her elbow
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