Post by projectsunfire on May 26, 2009 10:07:44 GMT -5
Solus'ad stood motionless, focussing his mind on breathing correctly. He flexed his arms and hands. Cracked his back and stretched. Through the stiffenned stretch and flex of his muscles he forced his straying old bones to pop in place. He always liked to remind them who was boss. He repeated this process until his body felt loose and relaxed.
His facial wound was acting up again and it made his eye feel as if it were burning. He shut his eyes tightly shutting out the sensation. With a swift motion he drew his Munit'beskad and cut a swathe in the air. The blade made a soft swish as it sliced at nothing. He brought the weapon back smoothly both retreating from and parrying his imaginary foe.
He let his eyes open slightly and with sudden aggression, began a forward attack. Stab, shoulder strike, arm strike, parry, grab. Solus'ad pulled back into a wide stance and performed a snap kick, bringing in the blade as a follow up. He landed on his feet evenly and let his body relax.
Solus'ad pulled in his leading leg and pushed off with his hind leg. Useing his forward momentum he used his free hand to perform a backfist. Letting his momentum follow through he continued his spin bringing the blade across his imaginary foes position.
He could feel his heart begin to pick up its pace, and he smiled. Remembering battles long past, flashes of old and dead enemies slid across his minds eye. The defiant eye of a republic officer glared at him while he squirmed on the end of Solus'ad's Munit'beskad.
He brought his mind back to the present and began another aggressive assault. Stab, spin, stab, spin, block. Solus'ad felt each motion slide easily into the other. Like a Jai'galaar He withdrew and brought his blade downward in a killing stroke.
Just as smoothly and swiftly as he had withdrawn the weapon he returned to his draw position and slid the Munit'beskad back into its sheath. Its hilt met the scabbard plate with a snap of metal.
Thirstily Mandalore took a sip from his cantine and found a nice rock to lean on. There was a good view of the Spec Ops HQ, and the shipyards, down in the valley. Some of the smaller settlements seemed to spring from the soil like little flowers. It struck Mandalore just how precious this place was to him. He, a republic dog by birth. Even born to a politician. He shrugged off the thoughts of his birth mother and father, resting instead on memories of his Nana. His true Mother. "Ba'buir" he said softly, almost a prayer for her passing.
It was time to head back. Word had reached him that Operation Reclaimation was nearing completion and Solus'ad had things to prepare for the strike teams next mission.
His facial wound was acting up again and it made his eye feel as if it were burning. He shut his eyes tightly shutting out the sensation. With a swift motion he drew his Munit'beskad and cut a swathe in the air. The blade made a soft swish as it sliced at nothing. He brought the weapon back smoothly both retreating from and parrying his imaginary foe.
He let his eyes open slightly and with sudden aggression, began a forward attack. Stab, shoulder strike, arm strike, parry, grab. Solus'ad pulled back into a wide stance and performed a snap kick, bringing in the blade as a follow up. He landed on his feet evenly and let his body relax.
Solus'ad pulled in his leading leg and pushed off with his hind leg. Useing his forward momentum he used his free hand to perform a backfist. Letting his momentum follow through he continued his spin bringing the blade across his imaginary foes position.
He could feel his heart begin to pick up its pace, and he smiled. Remembering battles long past, flashes of old and dead enemies slid across his minds eye. The defiant eye of a republic officer glared at him while he squirmed on the end of Solus'ad's Munit'beskad.
He brought his mind back to the present and began another aggressive assault. Stab, spin, stab, spin, block. Solus'ad felt each motion slide easily into the other. Like a Jai'galaar He withdrew and brought his blade downward in a killing stroke.
Just as smoothly and swiftly as he had withdrawn the weapon he returned to his draw position and slid the Munit'beskad back into its sheath. Its hilt met the scabbard plate with a snap of metal.
Thirstily Mandalore took a sip from his cantine and found a nice rock to lean on. There was a good view of the Spec Ops HQ, and the shipyards, down in the valley. Some of the smaller settlements seemed to spring from the soil like little flowers. It struck Mandalore just how precious this place was to him. He, a republic dog by birth. Even born to a politician. He shrugged off the thoughts of his birth mother and father, resting instead on memories of his Nana. His true Mother. "Ba'buir" he said softly, almost a prayer for her passing.
It was time to head back. Word had reached him that Operation Reclaimation was nearing completion and Solus'ad had things to prepare for the strike teams next mission.