Task 1: Mind (Nalnaal'dira's Training)

[Ser Gregor]

Nalana glared at Lukor as she ran a hand along the blade of her shoulder. "As you wish." She whispered as she turned her back to him, the design of her dress revealing her shoulders in full. She did not like pain, no sane person did. But she knew of it's uses. Her red skin would bare that scar for the rest of her life. It would ruin her appeal. She shook her head violently, she had fallen back into the slave-mind again.

 

[Enishi]

Grinning for the slightest moment, Lukor placed one hand gingerly on top left corner of the shoulder with his index finger and thumb spread a good distance. Placing the blade upon the red skin of the twi'lekk, Lukor slowly carved the symbol of the sith; an orb with two mountain-like sides. Placing his index finger over the wound, Lukor used minor shocks from the force to solidify the scar's place.

"Rise... Acolyte Nalana."

 

[Ser Gregor]

Nalana grimaced at the touch of Lukor's hand. The pain was bearable, it was the repulsive touch that really hit her. She was told to rise, had she knelt? She realized she had. Raising to her full height, she turned back to Lukor, her face set in an ugly scowl. She would enjoy killing him, she reasoned. Hopefully she would get the chance.

 

[Enishi]

Moving to one side of the room, Lukor picked up a vibroblade; an interesting weapon at best. Once activated, its cut was as deadly as a lightsaber. Weighing the weapon in his hands, Lukor tossed the blade towards his apprentice.

"Attack me. This is the beginning of your first lesson."

 

[Ser Gregor]

Nalana caught the blade in her hand, gripping the blade tightly, as she looked at Lukor. She knew how this would end... She thought to herself as she darted forward, practically fencing with the blade. Quick, light jabs, trying to pry open a weakness, while hopefully keeping her own guarded.

 

[Enishi]

With his hands behind his back, Lukor used short dashes to avoid the jabs while facing his apprentice. Each push seemed to take a diagonal direction, almost as if Lukor was leading the twi'lekk in a circle.

 

[Ser Gregor]

Nalana saw how Lukor lead her in a circle. He was trying to tire her, to disorient her. She didn't like it, she began to strike quicker, forcing Lukor to stop the ferris wheel. Her knuckles were white from the tight grip, and she jabbed and danced at Lukor's body.

 

[Enishi]

Instead of drawing his weapon, Lukor began to run backwards as the jabs began to catch up with him.

He would no longer toy with Nalana, he was going to draw her closer.

 

[Ser Gregor]

Nalana was becoming increasingly angry, and her jabs became more fierce and fast. No matter, Lukor was to fast. Her jabs, at best, nicked his robes. Her body now shone with sweat, reflecting the light from the torches. Her eyes were burning, from the sweat and anger, and she had enough. Screaming, she lurched forward, her blade swiping in a wide arc. The power of her voice shook the room for a moment, and it seemed as if ripples appeared from her mouth. She couldn't tell through the hazy vision if Lukor was affected.

 

[Enishi]

This scream was no mere yell of anger; she was, unknowingly, bending the force to her will. It was a weak form of the attack, but the fact she managed to manipulate the force at a premature level was noteworthy. For only a split second, Lukor countered the scream with a weak pulsation.

He could no longer dodge the incoming blade.

Instead of drawing the lightsaber, like his instincts told him, Lukor drew upon a nearby quarterstaff. Pushing little strength, just enough to counter Nalana's power, Lukor locked the cane with the blade.

 

[Ser Gregor]

Nalana growled at Lukor, her level of anger was inexplainable. It simply was there, growing and consuming her vision. She gripped the blade for a moment, before loosening it and sending a fist at Lukor's head, the blade slipping out of the cane's lock.

 

[Enishi]

Lukor movements were swift as his hand caught the acolyte's wrist just a few inches from his face. His opposite forearm acted as support, continuing pressure on the blade. Holding the wrist, Lukor's eyes narrowed and a cold stare darted into the pupils of Nalana's eyes. The twitch, that he had suppressed since his knighthood had returned.

"When fighting, do not let your rage control your movements. So far, you've made three mistakes in this little session. First, you allowed your rage to push you into chasing me around this room. Second, you allowed me to grasp a weapon. Third, you weakened your defense in a blade lock to attack with your body."

Adding pressure, Lukor made a swift twist of Nalana's wrist with the intention of bringing his apprentice to her knees.