Beats of Three... [TRAINING]

[DeathToll]

Whirring beats of three repeated, as two silver beams flourished in succession around each other in the even pattern from side to side; forming a circle to the right, crossing over in front, forming another circle to the left, and flowing back again to repeat the same. The blur around this Imperial Knight actually blended in with the large backdrop of other training men and women in this large Hangar, one of many others used for similar purposes. Small groups of Knights, other groups of the Guard, and different variations there of were scattered throughout this deck. It was a sad thing to realize that most present were more than a good chunk of the entire faction's numbers as a whole. Such thoughts were not among this Knight's clear focus, as he practiced centering and condensing his presence in the Force down to the smallest and tightest bit.

With a parallel stance, Zsaekriel Dtoahfre'Vuun twisted with each rotation of his blades about him with closed eyes. He wore his usual battle garb, to ever strengthen and prepare his body for battle with all the plated pieces attatched to him. He expected two others to join him shortly. A welcomed challenge was set before him today. All involved would benefit.

((armor/clothes description in profile))

 

[Jax Vos]

Viras Naq walked to the training bay. She needed this, it was hard enough dealing with how the Knights had rejected the Jedi and the Galactic Aliance. Viras walked into the room where Imperial Knight Zsaekriel Dtoahfre'Vuun had his lightsabers out. She pulled out her own lightsaber and waited, there was one more to come. She had a feeling this was going to be a hard training session.

 

[Gonzo]

From the first time Sato had met Zsaekriel, he knew the man commanded a considerable ability within the Force. Though the difference in their respective ages wasn't large, as he came to discover, it had been clear that night on Taris that the Knight had truly honed his abilities -- to a degree Sato hadn't. Sato retained his basic training, from the days when had been a Prospect, before the overthrow of the Emperor and the creation of the new Sith Empire. Even through all the years he fought on Corsin, he kept his lightsaber and had used it. Though his opponents had been men wielding blades without the guidance of the Force, Sato felt confident in his ability to use the weapon.

When he came upon Zsaekriel, creating a blur of light about his figure, Sato's confidence dropped. He looked over to see Viras, whom he had also met on Taris, just a few nights after his encounter with Zsaekriel. Approaching he spoke to announce his presence. "Viras, Knight Zsaekriel," he bowed to each in turn. Seeing that Viras already had her saber out, Sato pulled his into his hand -- his left hand -- and waited for the word from their trainer.

 

[DeathToll]

"Ah!"

Zsaekriel lowered his blades with ease, flourishing the beams around to his sides.

"Welcome! ...fellow Knights. Viras, is it? Sato. Is it not glorious that with our forward swing, we may strike at our foes; and as we draw back for another attack, we may sharpen our swords in a combat - somewhat 'friendlier' in nature?"

Zsaekriel was, as always, two sides of a coin. Upon one side, he would greet you with a smile; that face so clever and perplexing both, questioning seemingly meaningless riddles - while on the other side, his blade would pierce your throat through the back of your shattering vertebrea; not a moment's hesitation to cut you down.

He turned a pivot while talking, already engaging in their duel; his right foot sliding back into position as if nothing were going to happen ...it was a jest. Though he always spoke in this manner while in the comfort of the Imperial Knights' safe haven, Zsaekriel also always kept his mind engaged in "the duel".

His blades were pointing straight out, his fists at his sides coupled with a clever smile; each and every crease of those old scars pinched along his mouth as he prepared for the enjoyment of a good spar.

"...Shall we?"

And like that, in the beat of a snap, Zsaekriel shot out his left blade quickly with an advancing tap in Viras' direction quickly followed by a lowering slice of his right blade down towards Sato. As the fight began, Zsaekriel had progressed in towards the center of the two he faced; making a move towards the other side of them and forcing the two to adjust to his control of the battle as it start.

 

[Jax Vos]

Viras turned on her saber and used her violet blade to block Zsaekriel's blade. Then spun around his arm and attacked his sholder.

 

[Syn]

[with permission]

Knight quickly moved as she entered and she jumped moving Sato out of the way and activated her blade. He had frozen and she looked up with a grin for now. She imagined it had look strange but right now she she held her blade up above her head and quickly backed away from Master Z as she was now going to call him. Saying Zsaekriel took to long even in her head as she held the blade in front of her like the diagram in the holobooks said. She had to show she wasn't just a student but able to stand on her own..... Then she looked up at Zsaekriel and tried to puff up her chest and stand on her tip toes to seem bigger. Hard to be anything but adorable when your short and lithe.