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Raith stood in front of three other Acolytes. He had no shirt on, just a pair of cloth pants. Not even foot gear was had by the Arcanist. His hands were wrapped up in wrist wrap. He motioned for the Acolytes to come. They rushed him one by one, and launched attacks. A straight punch, axe kick, a dim mak strike to his throat. All great attacks, solid form, but far too slow for the Arcanist. His feet carried him away from each attack, except the last, which he grabbed with his right hand, and twisted the Acolyte's wrist before pushing back while stepping into his space and keeping his foot behind the attacker's.
The student toppled over and Raith resumed his stance. "You're reacting. Stop reacting. Force your enemy to react and you will win." The Acolytes gritted teeth and one charged him. He swung at the Miraluka's face, but Raith has no problem sidestepping and pivoting around to stand behind him. His feet left the ground as he jumped and used both feet to push off the Acolyte and flip back, causing the Acolyte to lurch forward. He wasted no time moving to the other two. They stood ready to defend themselves, but were gravely unprepared.
Raith hit the first one square in the chest with a straight kick, but the attack was blocked. The power behind it, however, did knock the wind out of the other. The second male didn't waste the chance. He moved to strike the Arcanist with a palm strike to the temple, but the Miralula's senses were quicker than that. He bowed his head and avoided the extended arm, bringing his own arm to up and around the attacker's he locked it in place and then pull, the sickening sound of dislocation, and the scream that followed, filled the air. Raith kicked him away and turned to the last one standing.
"I yield!" he cried.
Pitiful... Erchitu thought inside of Raith. The man had to agree. He raised a hand, the Acolyte before him lifted off the ground and clawed at his neck trying to release the invisible vice. "A Sith fights for dominance. If you cannot beat your enemy, you find a way to run. There is no shame in a retreat, but there is shame in showing weakness before the enemy." The Arcanist spoke harshly, yet lowly, and threw the Acolyte against the far wall.
They all groaned as they struggled to their feet. "Leave. See the medical droid and get fixed up. I have another class soon. Remember, act....don't react." The Acolytes bowed slightly before him and took their leave. Raith didn't often do martial arts training, but sometimes exceptions were made...Now however he had some training to continue with his Little Rancor, Virion. The Acolyte should be there any moment, and so for now Raith would sit and meditate. He poured over a book of Echani customs and such, desiring to learn more about them for....reasons. Eezeo waited in a corner of the room, while his pet Tuk'ata, Vallo, waited in another corner. The beast watched the Arcanist carefully. His every moved memorized by the canine. Raith was painfully aware of this, but since nothing could be done about it...well he ignored it.
The student toppled over and Raith resumed his stance. "You're reacting. Stop reacting. Force your enemy to react and you will win." The Acolytes gritted teeth and one charged him. He swung at the Miraluka's face, but Raith has no problem sidestepping and pivoting around to stand behind him. His feet left the ground as he jumped and used both feet to push off the Acolyte and flip back, causing the Acolyte to lurch forward. He wasted no time moving to the other two. They stood ready to defend themselves, but were gravely unprepared.
Raith hit the first one square in the chest with a straight kick, but the attack was blocked. The power behind it, however, did knock the wind out of the other. The second male didn't waste the chance. He moved to strike the Arcanist with a palm strike to the temple, but the Miralula's senses were quicker than that. He bowed his head and avoided the extended arm, bringing his own arm to up and around the attacker's he locked it in place and then pull, the sickening sound of dislocation, and the scream that followed, filled the air. Raith kicked him away and turned to the last one standing.
"I yield!" he cried.
Pitiful... Erchitu thought inside of Raith. The man had to agree. He raised a hand, the Acolyte before him lifted off the ground and clawed at his neck trying to release the invisible vice. "A Sith fights for dominance. If you cannot beat your enemy, you find a way to run. There is no shame in a retreat, but there is shame in showing weakness before the enemy." The Arcanist spoke harshly, yet lowly, and threw the Acolyte against the far wall.
They all groaned as they struggled to their feet. "Leave. See the medical droid and get fixed up. I have another class soon. Remember, act....don't react." The Acolytes bowed slightly before him and took their leave. Raith didn't often do martial arts training, but sometimes exceptions were made...Now however he had some training to continue with his Little Rancor, Virion. The Acolyte should be there any moment, and so for now Raith would sit and meditate. He poured over a book of Echani customs and such, desiring to learn more about them for....reasons. Eezeo waited in a corner of the room, while his pet Tuk'ata, Vallo, waited in another corner. The beast watched the Arcanist carefully. His every moved memorized by the canine. Raith was painfully aware of this, but since nothing could be done about it...well he ignored it.