batumshakalaka
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Graves strode out onto the proving ground. Mandolorians were hard at work all around him. Some firing at targets others battling with vibroswords and shockstaves. A few were honing various non-combat techniques.
He wasn’t here to learn any off those skills. He was an excellent shot and didn’t see the need for a weapon as large as a vibrosword or stave. He had always preferred smaller weapons, such as pistols, to their larger counterparts. Today he was here to train in the ways of the Jakelian Knife-dance, or at least begin the long path towards perfection.
He already had some training in CQC with a vibroknife, but the Jakelian Knife-dance was, in his eye, the epitome of the martial arts. The perfect way to hone your body.
Hopefully he could find a teacher.
He wasn’t here to learn any off those skills. He was an excellent shot and didn’t see the need for a weapon as large as a vibrosword or stave. He had always preferred smaller weapons, such as pistols, to their larger counterparts. Today he was here to train in the ways of the Jakelian Knife-dance, or at least begin the long path towards perfection.
He already had some training in CQC with a vibroknife, but the Jakelian Knife-dance was, in his eye, the epitome of the martial arts. The perfect way to hone your body.
Hopefully he could find a teacher.