Dorian T'Pel
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After about an hour of focusing heavily on concentrating each precise attack he had to begin to relay mainly on the force. But, in the end he was very tired. His left arm, and the hand that was attached to it felt slightly worn out, he hadn't practiced his form for quite some time. Thus, this was very good on him, "Yes master nine p.m.." He replied briskly deactivating his own lightsaber before clipping it to his belt.
Jayce tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable, but he could not. The fight with his old master kept rewinding and playing over again. Then he was trapped in the jungle, he looked towards the sky in time to see the fireworks from a far away explosion. Then he stabbed his lightsaber through a tree out of anger, and watched it catch fire then topple to the ground...The dream started over again sweat pouring down his features with each replay of the events that unfolded in his head. This dream...It was a common occurance since his departure from the order, from the world in which he was trapped.
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Jayce tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable, but he could not. The fight with his old master kept rewinding and playing over again. Then he was trapped in the jungle, he looked towards the sky in time to see the fireworks from a far away explosion. Then he stabbed his lightsaber through a tree out of anger, and watched it catch fire then topple to the ground...The dream started over again sweat pouring down his features with each replay of the events that unfolded in his head. This dream...It was a common occurance since his departure from the order, from the world in which he was trapped.