Post by Nomak on May 26, 2010 18:52:28 GMT -5
Dantooine despite appearances had seen it's fair share of war and death. Once home to a temple of the jedi order in the days so long ago that few men knew the exact, true details. The planets history as well as it's current overlords did not concern Nomak. He had chosen to pitch his tent here simply because of the solitude which it afforded him. Few of the farmers, dogs of war of Sith affilates troubled him and for his part he remained clear of them untill a whim dictated that it was time to leave and seek diversion on another planet.
The gentle sunlight and cool air was delightful on his naked shoulders as the dark jedi prepared himself for a light exercise to sharpen his talents for when they were really needed. Even for a man in the blood of youth Nomak was in exeptional shape. His body was lean and muscular, his body working under a predatory economy of movement that summoned to mind the galaxy's apex predators. Men could be sheep or wolves and even the dullest of men could tell Nomak was a wolf. If his build was not evidence enough then perhaps the ragged scar curving up one side of his chest, or the thick, puffy blade mark running across his defined abs would have given it away. If not then the long, smooth scar that ran from the corner of the left side of his mouth right up to his ear in the appearance of a constant smirk would have been sign enough for the dim?
Nomak's long hair brushed against his back in the breeze, the pieces of metal attached to the ends singing like a wind chime. His feminine face would have once been strikingly attractive but ruined by the large and difficult to look at scar ruined any possibility of him being considered in anyway attractive. His jade eyes slowly opened to the world. With practised ease his hand drew the sabre from his belt and ignited it. The beam dangerously close to his bare chest. With the grace of an experinced dancer Nomak arched his back and slashed behind him, disembowling an imagnery foe.
Straightening his back he parried a pretend attackers strike that would have otherwise lanced his heart and decapitated the foe in turn with a vicious repoist, rolling his wrists Nomak two-stepped into a thrust before turning smoothly in a sweeping guard. His foot lashed out, the heel sinking into an opponents ribs as he pivted his hips to drive it home. Finishing the wounded phantom with a verticle stroke of his blade he wheeled around low in a crouch, sheering the legs off another over-confident swordsman. Crouched low he prepared for the end to the kata, his hand lashed up, throwing his sabre into the air. The dangerous blade arced as it reached the height of it's fall and began returning to earth. Throwing himself forward Nomak hit the grass on his shoulder and rolled smoothly to his feet in a single motion. His hand lashed out to catch the sabre.
A second tooearly or too late and the light blade would have removed his entire hand, but the nimble fingers caught the hilt expertly and turned the fall into a lung which impaled another would-be assassin. Nomak felt the skin on his back stretch tightly, reminding him his back made a broad target. He felt eyes on him and winched. When no shot came he gathered himself, disguising a quick intake of breath as a sigh. " I've killed men for less than staring." He informed however was there as he turned to face the apparition haunting his senses.
The gentle sunlight and cool air was delightful on his naked shoulders as the dark jedi prepared himself for a light exercise to sharpen his talents for when they were really needed. Even for a man in the blood of youth Nomak was in exeptional shape. His body was lean and muscular, his body working under a predatory economy of movement that summoned to mind the galaxy's apex predators. Men could be sheep or wolves and even the dullest of men could tell Nomak was a wolf. If his build was not evidence enough then perhaps the ragged scar curving up one side of his chest, or the thick, puffy blade mark running across his defined abs would have given it away. If not then the long, smooth scar that ran from the corner of the left side of his mouth right up to his ear in the appearance of a constant smirk would have been sign enough for the dim?
Nomak's long hair brushed against his back in the breeze, the pieces of metal attached to the ends singing like a wind chime. His feminine face would have once been strikingly attractive but ruined by the large and difficult to look at scar ruined any possibility of him being considered in anyway attractive. His jade eyes slowly opened to the world. With practised ease his hand drew the sabre from his belt and ignited it. The beam dangerously close to his bare chest. With the grace of an experinced dancer Nomak arched his back and slashed behind him, disembowling an imagnery foe.
Straightening his back he parried a pretend attackers strike that would have otherwise lanced his heart and decapitated the foe in turn with a vicious repoist, rolling his wrists Nomak two-stepped into a thrust before turning smoothly in a sweeping guard. His foot lashed out, the heel sinking into an opponents ribs as he pivted his hips to drive it home. Finishing the wounded phantom with a verticle stroke of his blade he wheeled around low in a crouch, sheering the legs off another over-confident swordsman. Crouched low he prepared for the end to the kata, his hand lashed up, throwing his sabre into the air. The dangerous blade arced as it reached the height of it's fall and began returning to earth. Throwing himself forward Nomak hit the grass on his shoulder and rolled smoothly to his feet in a single motion. His hand lashed out to catch the sabre.
A second tooearly or too late and the light blade would have removed his entire hand, but the nimble fingers caught the hilt expertly and turned the fall into a lung which impaled another would-be assassin. Nomak felt the skin on his back stretch tightly, reminding him his back made a broad target. He felt eyes on him and winched. When no shot came he gathered himself, disguising a quick intake of breath as a sigh. " I've killed men for less than staring." He informed however was there as he turned to face the apparition haunting his senses.