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Audroti always seemed to be in a constant state of training, of learning, a continuous state of near self worship. He understood that presently he was nothing more then a simple acolyte, an insect in the eyes of his betters; however if Audi was forced to be an insect he would become a Devaronian fur-spider. The spiders were notorious for hunting the most challenging of prey, preferring a rewarding kill over an easy one. This is how Audi would be, he would seek to accomplish the most satisfying of goals no matter the difficulties he encountered in pursuit of it.
Perhaps that is why the young Pureblood had been sparing with training droids for the past three hours tirelessly, he sought to better himself in pursuit of a unspoken goal. Thus far his efforts had been met with limited success, the pair of training droids he activated for this exercise had numerous burn marks on their chassis from Audi, he however held more burns from their electro-staffs. Something he was doing was incorrect, and quite frankly he was growing tired of tasting the business end of their staffs, the numbing sensation on his jaw a testament to that much.
Currently both droids were deactivated, Audi was taking a moment to recollect himself, to rethink his approach against the droids, to find a weakness, a point of friction in their cohesion, anything that could secure a victory. After a few moments Audi activated his lightsaber and the hulking droids flickered to life and assumed their combat stance. The sound of a beeping countdown was heard in the training hall at the final beep the pair of droids split to attack him from both angles and assaulted Audi with inhuman strength and speed.
Audi held off their assaults for a few brief minutes but slowly the pair began to overwhelm his defenses, this seemed to happen each time. Audi incapable of finding a moment to strike at either of the droids would quickly become overwhelmed and succumb to a defeat. The droid to his right swept Audi's foot out from underneath him, while the left brought his staff down harshly on the young acolyte as he fell.
"Match concluded, Audroti: 3, Training Program: 7" A feminine voice rang out with the training record as Audi had ordered her to do.
Audi had risen his head to listen to the score, almost hoping for a fluke in the system, but none was heard. Instead his head dropped back onto the warm temple tile, he laid still for a moment, allowing his body to recoup from yet another beating. He slowly stood shakily to his feet.
Prepare for the next round. Audi called out.
Perhaps that is why the young Pureblood had been sparing with training droids for the past three hours tirelessly, he sought to better himself in pursuit of a unspoken goal. Thus far his efforts had been met with limited success, the pair of training droids he activated for this exercise had numerous burn marks on their chassis from Audi, he however held more burns from their electro-staffs. Something he was doing was incorrect, and quite frankly he was growing tired of tasting the business end of their staffs, the numbing sensation on his jaw a testament to that much.
Currently both droids were deactivated, Audi was taking a moment to recollect himself, to rethink his approach against the droids, to find a weakness, a point of friction in their cohesion, anything that could secure a victory. After a few moments Audi activated his lightsaber and the hulking droids flickered to life and assumed their combat stance. The sound of a beeping countdown was heard in the training hall at the final beep the pair of droids split to attack him from both angles and assaulted Audi with inhuman strength and speed.
Audi held off their assaults for a few brief minutes but slowly the pair began to overwhelm his defenses, this seemed to happen each time. Audi incapable of finding a moment to strike at either of the droids would quickly become overwhelmed and succumb to a defeat. The droid to his right swept Audi's foot out from underneath him, while the left brought his staff down harshly on the young acolyte as he fell.
"Match concluded, Audroti: 3, Training Program: 7" A feminine voice rang out with the training record as Audi had ordered her to do.
Audi had risen his head to listen to the score, almost hoping for a fluke in the system, but none was heard. Instead his head dropped back onto the warm temple tile, he laid still for a moment, allowing his body to recoup from yet another beating. He slowly stood shakily to his feet.
Prepare for the next round. Audi called out.