Brand
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Sweat.
It annoyed Vosh. His fur was drenched, and his eyes stung, but he continued on. The massive Togorian batted blaster bolts from his path, attempting to deflect them back towards their original targets. The small orbs floated around Vosh, ever swirling and moving.
These opponents were tough. Vosh prided himself on physical strength, constitution, and physical fitness, but after twenty minutes his muscles ached. Vosh called on the Force, summoning up a strength that was not of his own accord.
"The Force, fights with me," he murmured to himself, attempting to ignore the pain. He focused on the now, getting through the next minute. He took each bolt blocked as a small victory, and attuned himself to the Force as best he could. Even as a Padawan he felt empowered when he was twirling his lightsaber and sustaining himself on his only true ally.
A minute passed, Vosh holding his ground. He was startled as a door swooshed open, his momentary distraction costing him. One of the stun bolts caught him in the arm, and he let out a grunt as numbness spread over the limb. "Pause," he called loudly. Standing in the doorway was his master, the Cathar Knight Samanya.
He bowed, barely reaching her height even stooped over. "Good to see you, Master. I trust you are well?" Vosh wiped sweat from his brow mid sentence, attempting to retake control of his breathing.
{ Samanya }
It annoyed Vosh. His fur was drenched, and his eyes stung, but he continued on. The massive Togorian batted blaster bolts from his path, attempting to deflect them back towards their original targets. The small orbs floated around Vosh, ever swirling and moving.
These opponents were tough. Vosh prided himself on physical strength, constitution, and physical fitness, but after twenty minutes his muscles ached. Vosh called on the Force, summoning up a strength that was not of his own accord.
"The Force, fights with me," he murmured to himself, attempting to ignore the pain. He focused on the now, getting through the next minute. He took each bolt blocked as a small victory, and attuned himself to the Force as best he could. Even as a Padawan he felt empowered when he was twirling his lightsaber and sustaining himself on his only true ally.
A minute passed, Vosh holding his ground. He was startled as a door swooshed open, his momentary distraction costing him. One of the stun bolts caught him in the arm, and he let out a grunt as numbness spread over the limb. "Pause," he called loudly. Standing in the doorway was his master, the Cathar Knight Samanya.
He bowed, barely reaching her height even stooped over. "Good to see you, Master. I trust you are well?" Vosh wiped sweat from his brow mid sentence, attempting to retake control of his breathing.
{ Samanya }