Durtrak had dragged in two fresh samples from below the temple. They were still alive in the bags as they bled at the bottom of them and they were strung up from the ceiling so they hung only several feet off the ground. He knew they would be needed for today's training, for this one arriving had already been with another of the masters. Why he did not complete it with them is unknown, but not really Durtrak's concern. If this one caused any problems, he would deal with it, harshly. He waited in the center of his room, arms crossed as he waited for a knock.
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Darkness take you. (Yfyr's training)
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Yfyr entered the room, his eyes gleaming.
His robes covered his body, the yellow orbs of his eyes the only thing of his appearance that could be seen, bar the scarred, almost red skinned hands that protruded further down. The cloak was black, black like night, and a lightsaber hung from the Dark Jedi's waist.
He would be a marauder.
A man like him, if man were even a just term for something so twisted, was more suited to being a marauder than any other type of class, and this man who would call himself his "master" was the step in the ladder to learning a few specific skills for the matter.
He faced his master across the room, awaiting instruction.
His robes covered his body, the yellow orbs of his eyes the only thing of his appearance that could be seen, bar the scarred, almost red skinned hands that protruded further down. The cloak was black, black like night, and a lightsaber hung from the Dark Jedi's waist.
He would be a marauder.
A man like him, if man were even a just term for something so twisted, was more suited to being a marauder than any other type of class, and this man who would call himself his "master" was the step in the ladder to learning a few specific skills for the matter.
He faced his master across the room, awaiting instruction.
"Approach, Acolyte."
Durtrak said, looking at the lowly being enter his room. The walls were covered with bladed weapons and other weapons and artifacts from his homeworld of Trandosha, as well as from Kashyyyk. Next to the wall that had the Tenants was two sets of marks. One looked like a number of tallys drawn in blood while another looked like it was drawn with a carving tool. Which side this man would be on would be interesting.
"All I want from you isss a name and your reassonsss for being here. Be brief and be wisse how you choosse to ssay it."
Durtrak said, looking at the lowly being enter his room. The walls were covered with bladed weapons and other weapons and artifacts from his homeworld of Trandosha, as well as from Kashyyyk. Next to the wall that had the Tenants was two sets of marks. One looked like a number of tallys drawn in blood while another looked like it was drawn with a carving tool. Which side this man would be on would be interesting.
"All I want from you isss a name and your reassonsss for being here. Be brief and be wisse how you choosse to ssay it."
Yfyr hissed at the term "Acolyte".
"I am a Crusader." He said, shortly. His so called "master" should have known that. It seemed that one who would wish to see himself seen as superior to Yfyr by rank was barely worthy of the right of being able to do so. What was a name? Nothing, compared to power.
Nothing.
"I am Yfyr." That was the name. "I am here to learn the ways of the Marauder." Yfyr would have thought that fairly obvious. Then again, to a man who thought him just an Acolyte, obviously not. Despite the fact that his thoughts were shielded, the fact he was there to be a marauder was true.
"I am a Crusader." He said, shortly. His so called "master" should have known that. It seemed that one who would wish to see himself seen as superior to Yfyr by rank was barely worthy of the right of being able to do so. What was a name? Nothing, compared to power.
Nothing.
"I am Yfyr." That was the name. "I am here to learn the ways of the Marauder." Yfyr would have thought that fairly obvious. Then again, to a man who thought him just an Acolyte, obviously not. Despite the fact that his thoughts were shielded, the fact he was there to be a marauder was true.
"Ah, Crusader then. My misstake then, I ussualy care not for thosse who do not train under me. Very well then, Yfyr, if you ssurvive, you will become a Marauder. Assuming you have a Lightssaber, I want you to cut down one of thesse bagsss hanging from the ceiling, without moving from the sspot you are sstanding from."
Yfyr would have shrugged, had he deigned the exercise worthy of his care at all.
Drawing his lightsaber from his belt, he activated the shimmering red blade,s swinging it experimentally in an arc and listening to the hum as he did so. A flash of light, an extended hand, a flying blade and the blade soared through the air from Yfyr's hand.
In an arc, it cut down one of the bodies and returned to it's master.
As it returned, Yfyr shut it down, the blade dissapearing into it's handle once more, and Yfyr stowed it on his belt once again, awaiting his master's next task.
It had been easy enough.
Drawing his lightsaber from his belt, he activated the shimmering red blade,s swinging it experimentally in an arc and listening to the hum as he did so. A flash of light, an extended hand, a flying blade and the blade soared through the air from Yfyr's hand.
In an arc, it cut down one of the bodies and returned to it's master.
As it returned, Yfyr shut it down, the blade dissapearing into it's handle once more, and Yfyr stowed it on his belt once again, awaiting his master's next task.
It had been easy enough.
Durtrak looked as the bag fell down to the pool of blood it formed, grabbing it and throwing it to the side of the room. Once he did, Durtrak ignited his lightsaber and held it in an offensive stance.
"I pressume you know the bassicsss, Crusader, sso draw your blade and sstrike. We are going to sspar and you are not going to hold back."
"I pressume you know the bassicsss, Crusader, sso draw your blade and sstrike. We are going to sspar and you are not going to hold back."
Not going to hold back?
Yfyr always held back. Now was not the time to reveal his hand; nonetheless, a spar to assess the Trandoshan's abilities would be interesting. However, the general rules of the Dark Side told that if one was to be seen as a threat, you killed the threat. Yfyr had no wish to provoke attacks at the moment; the galaxy still needed to be subjugated. Yfyr's mind was guarded; his master would not be able to tell if he were fully trying or not. He had to pretend he was.
Yfyr drew his lightsaber.
In one, flashing movement, Yfyr swung the blade high and brought it down in a lazy yet dangerous arc down towards the Trandoshan.
Yfyr always held back. Now was not the time to reveal his hand; nonetheless, a spar to assess the Trandoshan's abilities would be interesting. However, the general rules of the Dark Side told that if one was to be seen as a threat, you killed the threat. Yfyr had no wish to provoke attacks at the moment; the galaxy still needed to be subjugated. Yfyr's mind was guarded; his master would not be able to tell if he were fully trying or not. He had to pretend he was.
Yfyr drew his lightsaber.
In one, flashing movement, Yfyr swung the blade high and brought it down in a lazy yet dangerous arc down towards the Trandoshan.
Durtrak's saber snapped into his hand, the dark yellow blade extending as he placed it infront of him as he held it with both hands. The attack was good, but easy to catch on. Durtrak smiled as he pushed his blade up against Yfyr's blade, bulling his back as he made a quick swipe towards his chest area.
Yfyr merely stepped back, slightly away from the blade, swinging his upwards in an arc to knock the Trandoshan's blade away, yet never making his attack the full potential of what he could. With a stab, he swung the blade down and into a strike at the Trandoshan's chest.