“Again.”
The girl on the ground spat blood on the mat, her Cathar opponent still up on his feet. The man that spoke was a training master at the Sith academy on Dromund Kaas. Today was practical combat day, and students in the same class were chosen at random to fight one another. Just like in real world combat, no consideration was given to gender, age, weight or race. This was a test of resourcefulness as much as it was a test of strength.
The girl was a much smaller human, the male Cathar bulky and towering over her. He gave a fanged grin as she wiped the blood off her face. He moved to attack again, but the girl rolled over to the side, using the Force to coil around the male’s tail to yank as hard as possible. This caused him to cry out loud and fall on the mat with a thud. The girl abruptly rolled over atop him and slammed her fist to his cheek.
The brutal fight continued, but Altair wasn’t watching. The half Devaronian was leaning against a wall, gazing out the window next to him. He was adorned in a simple black tank that revealed his golden tattoo and some athletic slacks. His pointed ears had a few small earrings lining the cartilage.
“If you get too cocky or take your eye off the prize even for a moment,” The gravely voice of the instructor rang out, “It’s a matter of life or death. And if you don’t survive, you were never worthy.”
There was a momentary pause during which Altair didn’t realize all eyes were on him because the instructor suddenly looked at him staring vacantly off at nothing.
“Of course, some of you may believe you are above such training practices and need to be reminded of your place,” Altair felt the Force coil around his neck. He coughed and sputtered as he was physically lifted up into the air and floated over closer to the other students. Once there, he was unceremoniously dropped to the ground, landing in a heap on the mat.
Altair grasped at his neck, heaving to catch his breath as he shakily rose to his feet. He could already see some of the other acolytes stifling their grins. His violet eyes narrowed to slits, but he said nothing, standing to his full height.
“Next pair,” The instructor called out to the class, “Tali, clean your blood off the mat,” He barked at the girl that was beginning to leave the mat after her fight with the Cathar.
@Fine Dining Set