Harukei
"Bang Said the Lady!"
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Dec 9, 2015 2:32:40 GMT -5
Post by Harukei on Dec 9, 2015 2:32:40 GMT -5
Each strike was delivered yet restrained. Each blow methodically designed to push back the young Jedi before him, in order to see the extent of the students abilities in regards with the lightsaber. And while he struggled to contain the offensive onslaught brought by the Jedi Master, the young Bothan still managed to keep a good defense, with little hint of desperation. The velocities and techniques of Shien taking greater predominance now than before, using the ideal focus of the tenants that the variant of Form V preached.
Fal would have to recognize that even in the dire predicament which he faced, the composure the Padawan maintained was exemplary, if he was to be pressed unto battle, he would assume that there was a fair chance that the young Bothan were to survive and thrive. In many ways he could assume that his Shien studies could serve as his 'Soresu' in a manner of speaking. It was interesting to say the least and once more a prove that the boy understood the physical limitations that his body offered, thus working with them rather than against them. This could ideally mean that the Padawan could tire him out before attempting to build and offensive of his own.
However the duel had only being a straight forward affair. His movements thus far had only being subtle parries and dodges, followed by the offensive barrage he had unleashed, contained, aiming to keep the any damage dealt from his part to the minimum. Perhaps it was time to see how well he could deal with a more randomized pattern. Continuing his barrage, the Jedi Master would hop back, bending his knees slightly before he would allow the Force to energize his body for a forward leap, a short stroke of would aim only to stagger the Padawan as he landed behind the student, unleashing an aggressive onslaught of of powerful, wide and quick swings with his lightsaber. Opting to see how well he would handle Ataru.
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lion
The Wintergreen
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Dec 12, 2015 18:12:33 GMT -5
Post by lion on Dec 12, 2015 18:12:33 GMT -5
Form V stressed offensive defence, differentiating itself from its base in Form III by focusing not on merely protection but using that defensive action to engage the opponent in kind. It was in this attack-counterattack strategy that Form V found its success, forcing an opening and capitalising on it, but it required something special of the Jedi that opted to utilise the form; the willingness to engage.
And against the onslaught of power blows launched down on him by the Zabrak Fal, Fenn had little recourse. It wasn't as if there weren't openings he could see in the older Jedi's offensive, and certainly the young Bothan had managed to even cause a few through his carefully angled blocks and deflections, but there was just no time to actually exploit them. Fal's recoveries were swift, lightning fast wrist-turns and arm motions; no sooner did the Zabrak's blade miss its target did the beam return to its master's control.
Against that, there was little Fenn could find to really exploit. Attacking was always a calculated risk, as the motions for landing a blow often resulted in exposing a line or angle that had been shut off to the opponent. Against Fal, the Bothan was unsteady; so busy in hurriedly calculating the correct angles of deflection against the Zabrak's blows, there was no planning in counter-offensives. It was Shien in execution, but not in spirit; the Bothan's ability to hit back had been almost completely wiped out by forcing him completely on the defensive.
It was only when Fal seemed to retreat, bending slightly at the knees as he hopped backward following a flurry of wrist-numbing blows, that Fenn finally managed to drop the metaphorical shields and swing back at his adversary. A second late in his transition, but nevertheless quick, the Bothan lunged forward, following Fal in with a vertical backhand; the orange blade whooshing from below the knee upward toward the chin.
Were the sabers fully powered, the blow was out and out a killer; it would have opened the target up from crotch to jaw without so much as a second's resistance, as the small goat-esque Jedi swung with all his might. But Fal, however, was far from a stationary target; the Jedi Master's speed was far too much to allow him to take such a telegraphed blow without being either drunk or stupid. Fenn's finely-tuned, tangerine-hued beam sliced nothing but air; hacking clean through the space that Fal had once occupied, leaving the Bothan desperately scrambling to think.
There was one saving grace, perhaps, in the sudden lapse in timing, as Fenn struggled to keep up. The underhand blow, low to high, carried on as the Bothan's shoulders rolled in their joint sockets, carrying the lightsaber not only through its cut but over the boy's back from sheer force; it was a surprisingly fortuitous transition into an overhead rear block.
Good fortune, however, only carried him so far, as whilst the blade fell in the correct guard, there was just no strength in his arms to hold off the Jedi Master's attack. The blades clashed, but in an awkward position, his wrists locked and arms tense, Fenn's blade jerked and yielded in his hands. The orange blade that had so keenly defended him now dealt the singeing touch, and much like the embarrassing blaster bolt scorch against his back, the Bothan couldn't help but yelp out as the centre of his shoulder blades and the small of his back began to burn.
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Harukei
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Dec 16, 2015 1:27:47 GMT -5
Post by Harukei on Dec 16, 2015 1:27:47 GMT -5
Fal would finally stop his offensive and slowly allowed the fading of the augmentations that the Force brought to his body. Suddenly he could feel permeation that covered his tan skin and the nagging sensation that little exertion that anyone felt after a short, intensive exercise would began to sit in. The Zabrak Jedi Master supposed that it was nature following it's cycle, which he simply accepted as such. However inwardly he would agree that he wasn't exactly looking forward for the time in which his body would struggle to keep up with the demands of his rank and his way of life.
After a few short breaths of air that brought calmness to him, the Jedi Master would deactivate his lightsaber. The emerald blade shortening in a blink of an eye, the energy returning to its emitter. After hooking his lightsaber to his blade he would take a moment to observe the scorching that the Padawan had gained due after their sparring. The singing aroma of the burnt fabric could be perceived, but thankfully the lightsaber had being set to lower power setting.
"It was a good spar, Fenn." Fal offered with a nod of approval. "Your Shien is possibly the best application from a Padawan in such an orthodox way I have seen in a long time."
However he had seen many things that the young Padawan would need to work on if he wished to pass his Trial of Skill. For once the Bothan could benefit of gaining some muscle to better handle power blows from a duelist, that like Fal, would dish strikes with brute force behind them. Although not to too much so he would lose the agility that he possessed. Aside to bolster the training of other techniques.
"You need to work on your physical strength though, and polish your other forms so you don't develop enslavement to form." Fal advised to the young Bothan.
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lion
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Dec 19, 2015 7:28:30 GMT -5
Post by lion on Dec 19, 2015 7:28:30 GMT -5
It was funny how the most superficial of wounds could be the most painful, Fenn mused, as the padawan hissed for breath; switching his lightsaber off as he settled from the failed guard into a casual stance. The smell of singed cloth, fur and skin began to permeate the air between the two Jedi almost immediately, bringing a flush of embarrassment forth within the boy that expressed itself with a ripple of his fur; a rise and fall of the follicles momentarily blurring his outline.
It wasn't the contact that hurt, the burn was far below remotely concerning, but by the Force did it sting! Every breath brought a wave of pain on that, whilst not debilitating, took the young man's focus slightly from the present, causing him to shift slightly in posture to accommodate. The hot line parallel to his spine refused to dissipate, seemingly growing hotter with every passing second that went by, and whilst Fenn did what he could to try to keep himself from focusing on it, it was evident in the way the boy clipped the lightsaber to his belt that the young apprentice felt bothered by it.
A kolto patch wasn't far off in his future, Fenn could hear his inner monologue muse, and with something of a wry smile bubbling under the nonplussed surface of his face, the Bothan had to admit there was some humour to be found in all of this. What had he hoped for, with such a risky guard? So used to slackening his wrists and letting the adversary's blade bash his along, the relaxation had been instinctive, but it was in that momentary lapse that the boy's failure had stemmed from; the lightsaber blade moved because he allowed it.
"Thank you, Master Tolvus. I...Don't know what to say; Shien just made sense to me practising it, if I can redirect a blaster through angles, a lightsaber should be the same." Offered Fenn, and with a habitual shrug of the shoulders, the young boy hissed, muttering under his breath a mild curse as his eyes winced. By the Force, that smarted!
The notion of strength training came into play, and before he could think, a rumble of laughter escaped the youth; the Padawan's goatee-adorned jaws parting in something of a little smile. "Maybe I should raid some of the physiotherapy weights during my healing shifts; those might do it." Added the Bothan, still holding that grin for a moment as, with a turn, the padawan reached down for the inactivated remote drones. "I jest, Master. Honestly, I appreciate the advice; thank you. It, well...It means a lot to know I'm on that par to be seen as good, especially with the Trials on my shoulders. Did you ever wonder if you would pass or fail?"
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