Yavin IV, Jedi Planet, 0907 Hours
They didn't. Instead, the darker of the pair had chosen to create some distance; using the Force once more, they had somersaulted back and were now standing atop a collapsed tree. They then took an open stance, their hands outstretched as if to invite further conflict. Their partner, though hesitant, soon obliged and scaled up onto the elevated surface, the Force making them light of foot. With that, the duel commenced, more fraught than ever. The dark one's attacks became both frequent and feverish with slashes and stabs raining down with such speed, that the one in white sought a better defence. They were so focused on the enemy in front, that they did not register the floating debris that soon came crashing into them from behind. Stones aplenty pelted at them and soon the warrior in white was forced to create a sort of barrier; though this shielded them from any further onslaught, it also split their attention.
Taking advantage of this, the one dressed in black made a feint towards the chest. Their rival's saber would have caught this, had the aggressor not slid down to deliver a nasty kick towards their lower body. The white warrior buckled and soon found themselves shunting off entirely from the higher ground; they crashed into the brush, their saber now sheathed in apparent defeat.
And with that, the demonstration was over.
Removing her visor, Sybella revealed herself to be the darker of the duelists. The protective garb was uncomfortably stuffy and she soon stripped herself of its outer layers. The humidity of the jungle certainly didn't help. Still, she wasn't in the worst of condition and her groaning contender reminded her of that.
"You don't pull any punches, do you, Sybella?" Silas was a Zabrak, pale in colour, and though he too had removed the training visor, he remained otherwise prone on the grassy ground.
She also pitied him, after all, he did take quite a beating. "That, my friend, would defeat the point of training."
With a chuckle, she offered the zabrak a helping hand. Slowly but surely, he found his feet though there was now a rather prominent limp in gait. If Sybella didn't know any better, she'd say Silas was exaggerating; he did enjoy putting on a show. Shaking her head, the Serennian knight turned to face those who sat in observation. Some were younglings, but most appeared to be experienced padawans on the cusp of knighthood. It was an honour to engage in this exercise with them and it made Sybella wonder if perhaps the Order was demonstrating their growing faith in her skills. Admittedly, under normal circumstances, she favoured two sabers instead one but this training wasn't merely a display of swordsmanship; it was to show how the Force and blade could work in harmonious collaboration.
She'd go on to explain as much, addressing the murmuring crowd with mature ease. "When using hands to manipulate the Force, you are inadvertently revealing your combative intent. An experienced warrior can read this and prepare a counter. Using the Force in battle doesn't have to be passive. Yes, you can use it to guide your movements, to enhance your speed and senses but it can also be used to keep your opponent at a disadvantage. Use your surroundings, find opportune moments and allow yourself full range."
Whilst some Jedi preferred to master specific skills, Sybella herself championed a well-rounded approach. Despite her age, she trained the mind alongside the body, as opposed to completing separate exercises. Whilst nowhere near being considered a master, she was rather adept. With battles still yet to come, she hoped her Jedi brethren would take on a similar approach. Any advantage was a benefit."Does anyone have any questions? You yourselves will soon be practising all of this. Best be ready..."
@AdventCore @Lucifrey Sol
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