Post by Karl the Unfettered on Apr 14, 2010 21:58:19 GMT -5
((OOC: Shard & Shandari gonna get their WAAAGH on. If you wanna watch, ask me first.))
In the middle of one of the larger training halls, a figure knelt.
He was, from the waist up, naked; his bare, hairless chest glistened with sweat, and his back was straight as a steel rod. He breathed evenly; his fisted hands were placed on his thighs; his legs were folded neatly beneath him. All he wore were simple black trousers and a cloth belt, with two black lightsabers on each side. Blond hair, also darkened from sweat, hung about his face in a neat wave, the same color as the goatee that covered the lower part of his face.
Well, no, that wasn't quite true; perched on his nose was a very expensive pair of glasses, that concealed the entirety of where one's eyes usually were. Given the dimness of the hall (save for a few open skylights high up in the vaulted ceiling), one would wonder how he could see at all.
But this one did not need eyes; being a Miraluka, he didn't even have eyes.
Smoothly, suddenly, he shot to his feet with a forceful exhalation of breath; in the same movement his body flew into a combative stance, one of the offense sets from the Teras Kasi methodology. In a flurry of movement he launched a series of devastating blows, too quick for the unaided eye to follow. Each blow would easily cripple, if not outright kill, an unprepared foe.
He turned about, and his body segued seamlessly into a different style, one from the third form of Echani fighting. With his upper body held tight, his legs and hips swiveled and pistoned a barrage of kicks and sweeps aimed to disarm and knock down whoever might be behind him, each attack accompanied by an explosive chuff of breath to give it that extra bit of power.
Once he reached the middle of the hall again, he stopped and sank to the meditative pose again. He was alone in the vast space, yet he did not wish to be. Not for long.
He had send a message to another, one of the few whom he could say were close to him. Now he reached out, to remind her of their meeting. "Shandariiii..." he muttered through his mental link with the Rilan. "Time to playyyy..."
In the middle of one of the larger training halls, a figure knelt.
He was, from the waist up, naked; his bare, hairless chest glistened with sweat, and his back was straight as a steel rod. He breathed evenly; his fisted hands were placed on his thighs; his legs were folded neatly beneath him. All he wore were simple black trousers and a cloth belt, with two black lightsabers on each side. Blond hair, also darkened from sweat, hung about his face in a neat wave, the same color as the goatee that covered the lower part of his face.
Well, no, that wasn't quite true; perched on his nose was a very expensive pair of glasses, that concealed the entirety of where one's eyes usually were. Given the dimness of the hall (save for a few open skylights high up in the vaulted ceiling), one would wonder how he could see at all.
But this one did not need eyes; being a Miraluka, he didn't even have eyes.
Smoothly, suddenly, he shot to his feet with a forceful exhalation of breath; in the same movement his body flew into a combative stance, one of the offense sets from the Teras Kasi methodology. In a flurry of movement he launched a series of devastating blows, too quick for the unaided eye to follow. Each blow would easily cripple, if not outright kill, an unprepared foe.
He turned about, and his body segued seamlessly into a different style, one from the third form of Echani fighting. With his upper body held tight, his legs and hips swiveled and pistoned a barrage of kicks and sweeps aimed to disarm and knock down whoever might be behind him, each attack accompanied by an explosive chuff of breath to give it that extra bit of power.
Once he reached the middle of the hall again, he stopped and sank to the meditative pose again. He was alone in the vast space, yet he did not wish to be. Not for long.
He had send a message to another, one of the few whom he could say were close to him. Now he reached out, to remind her of their meeting. "Shandariiii..." he muttered through his mental link with the Rilan. "Time to playyyy..."
