Dusting Off the Cobwebs [Open]

[Fox]

The black droids circled a single humanoid figure clad in black, ruby sabers humming loudly in their hands. The woman's long black hair trailed down her side and back, a single piece of cloth wrapping around her head and covering her eyes - not that she needed them anyways. She stood motionless as her opponents encircled her, eyeing their prey.

Without warning, a droid from behind her would break formation and charge. The hilt of Lady Sicaria's saber flew off her belt through the air and into her hand, a single blade roaring to life as she caught it. Reaching behind her, she blocked the blow. A second droid jumped forward as his comrade stumbled backwards. The second blade of the Sith's saber ignited and she brought it before her with a fanciful twist. In a single swift motion, she knocked aside the saber of the droid and she crouched low, spinning with the momentum of her attack. Her saber was brought around once again and the head of the droid was removed.

"More." She commanded the remaining two droids simply. They stopped in their tracks for a brief moment, their heads spinning and their eyes illuminating at a brighter hue as they reconfigured their combat parameters. The two attacked simultaneously, bringing their own sabers in for a flurry of blows. The Sith's blade spun and twirled in a fantastic light show of crimson as she blocked from left to right and back again. It moved in a beautiful dance of color, sweeping up behind her back, swooping around her neck, and weaving through her arms.

In one fantastic maneuver, she deflected a final blow from each droid and sent them staggering back as she flipped backwards through the air, putting some distance between them. As she landed, she stretched her left hand towards the droid to her right and sent it tumbling with a push. Her hand then turned to the second droid as it closed in, unleashing a torrent of lightning. The droid seized up and convulsed violently, smoke pouring out of its joints as it fell to the ground in a lifeless hunk of steel.

As the third droid recovered, the assassin was already on the move. She charged her opponent, leaping high into the air and tucking her body tight as she performed a wild flip. She came down saber-first, colliding with the droid's saber and sending it slamming into the ground from the sheer force of the attack. Lady Sicaria landed sounded and twirled her saber once more, decapitating the droid. "The Order really can't afford to develop better training droids." She commented angrily.

A service droid to her right staggered forward and raised a hand in interjection. "Perhaps if the Lady didn't destroy all the training droids, we could reconf-" The driod was quickly shut up with a cold glare which sent it reeling into the wall behind it with a loud thud.

[glitter]

Nova's body already ached and creaked (especially her upper back, shoulders, and arms), but she was still eager to get more practice when she could. Her skills with a lightsaber were not quite where she wanted them to be, and they way to improve was to practice and to push herself even when her body begged her to stop. A few hours (or however long her tired muscles could tolerate) with the practice droids would give her the final push she needed to round of today's round of practice and hopefully set her on the way to improvement.

She stepped into the practice area to find that someone else had the same idea.  Nova kept her distance, giving the other woman plenty of room to fight however she pleased.  Through the Force she could sense the woman and her energy and power, but her blurred vision still gave her some input too. She could see the bright red blade of the lightsaber and the occasional flash of sparks as she destroyed a droid. Her skills and power were impressive, and Nova lingered around in the hopes that she could pick up on some of that.

She waited a few moments before she dared to closer, not moving in until she was sure that the other was done fighting and that it was safe for her to approach. Nova moved slowly and carefully, and she was a bit disappointed to see that there were no practice droids left functional enough for her to use. She pouted as she moved closer. "Nice work, but it seems like you're left none for me."

[Fox]

Through not her own eyes but the force, Lady Sicaria could see the form of another enter the training room long before the youngling would make her presence known. As the acolyte made her way into the room and complimented the Sith, her icy glare would quickly shift from the droid to the newcomer, the look in her eyes unnoticed due to a combination of her blindfold and the other's own damaged sight. But the frustration and aggression upon her face would quickly melt away into a grin as her brain processed everything.

This was an opportunity for something a bit more... fun.

The double blades of her saber extinguished themselves and her posture relaxed a bit. "They're more use to us as scrap metal. They could be salvaged for something more useful, like an oven perhaps." Sicaria simultaneously joked and complained about the state of the droids. "If you're looking to practice, you want an opponent who can push you, not one that makes you feel comfortable."