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The clang of clashing blades echoed off the walls of the empty training room. Zara swung her blade overhead, only to be parried again by the ancient droid. If she’d had the breath, she would have sworn. Her muscles protested as she stepped back and adjusted her slipping grip. The tip of her blade almost dragged on the ground. The droid advanced. Its right arm creaked as he slashed at Zara’s legs. She tried to deflect it, but she didn’t have the strength to keep the drooping blade in her hand. She watched it skid across the floor, out of her reach and out of the game. Just as she turned to face the droid, crack, it smacked her aside the head with the dull training blade. An involuntary cry escaped her and for a moment, black spots danced across Zara’s vision. She sat down and rested her head in her lap. No blood, but there would be a knot the size of a bolo ball by morning. “Fatal blow. Training program f-f-f-f—” CT-0Y hit itself in the head. “failed. Are we finished now?” Its tinny voice seemed to sigh. Zara looked up and narrowed her eyes. No matter what she did, she couldn’t seem to turn off the droids casual speech. “What’s the matter, rust bucket? Got a date or something?” “Your form has gotten exceedingly worst. I do not see a purpose in continuing.” “Shut up and hand me my water.” It did, shaking its head and muttering about not being meant for this sort of abuse. As Zara stood to accept the bottle, she clenched her teeth to keep from groaning. Every bit of her ached, whether bruised from previous matches, or simply fatigue from the day’s earlier training. Sweat dripped from her brown, stinging her eye, and her thin black shirt clung to her skin. “Oi, what time is it, anyways?” “Three and a half Galactic Standard hours before offical training begins.” Time enough for one more match before snatching a quick nap and some caf. Zara took several gulps of water, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and went to retrieve her training blade. She hated the thing, hated the way it felt in her hand, hated the way it felt getting smacked against her shins. She hated being so close to an opponent, but mostly she hated how bad she was at swordplay. It took a few rolls of her shoulders before she could hold the blade up, even then, it seemed to take all her strength. “Alright. Oi, activate vibroblade training, level six.” |