Learning stealth

[Indigo]

Nirulve rose from the fetal position unsteadily, his left side aching. He looked at the Mon Cal blankly, not comprehending what he was supposed to do. Avreet may as well have asked Nirulve to transmute his hands into fins. Think positively? Inner Peace. An outsider might have laughed at the impossibility of it all; Nirulve had never known any sort of pease, inner peace seemed like a particularly unlikely form of calm to acquire. His panic, which had subsided when he had managed to conceal himself efficiently, now returned tenfold, a myriad of miserable and horrifying scenerios racing around his head, making him tremble as a leaf in the wind might. With despair he felt the 'promising' acolyte manage it easily. The terror in his mind yawned louder, but was cut short by the query of another of the Sith. Nirulve's ears perked up, and he turned, his shining eyes desperately searching the instructor for any sign on how to do this without calmness.

 

[Galisdoren]

I know how to calm down. Thamis snapped at the Crusader, though he kept the words from slipping past his lips. Such an outright show of aggression was hardly considered professional. He closed his blue eyes again, concentrating as he had before, and once more he effectively blockaded the water, preventing it's flow from passing into the sea beyond the great and fortified wall, but once more the water began to rise, in an outright show of defiance. The acolyte mentally hissed, attempting to slow the fluid, but that only succeeded in delaying the inevitable. The stubborn liquid continued to rise, until it licked at the rim of his barrier. Rage flew wild throughout the Sith's mind at the failure, and the human quickly decided that the entire idea was rubbish and that it was better not to have a river at all. Focusing the heat of his anger upon the water, it quickly boiled away, until the only thing the rock wall was protecting was a dry riverbed. Now he had no flow to stop, and thus, the result was just as effective as the obviously skilled Noghri's was. Thamis had always been adaptive, it was how he had been trained, and it seemed this adaptation had worked quite well. Water had never been his element, anyway. It was fire that ran through his veins. Successful, the human acolyte wasn't about to release the heat and allow water to fill the dry trench again, where it would undoubtedly sprout from the spring he detected which provided the river with it's flow. He kept a tight hold on the area, opening his eyes and lifting his head to view the Crusader as he began to speak again. Now they were hiding their signatures?

Since Thamis's river was no more, he possessed neither a light nor dark signature at that moment, but for the practice, he released the flames from his mind and allowed the spring to fill the river again. The water that trickled from the spring was dirty and polluted, ghastly black sludge that threatened to taint and twist any conscience it touched, and Thamis quickly set out to purify it with a somber and accepting grimness. It was a difficult task, blocking off memories that had molded him into the vicious devil he was, crafted him into a creature of darkness and terror, carved into him the tangled structure of his entire mind, like some cruel and meticulous architect, but in the end, he managed, succeeded, and his eyes, piercing, molten sapphires, contracted a victorious gleam, hidden behind his cowl, and with not a twitch of his lips to brush away the stoic scowl and betray Thamis's emotions, but the feeling was quite noticeable to the acolyte himself. He glanced about, curious, for it was a time he could afford, having triumphed so quickly after his recent failure. The human noticed the Lannik's difficulty, and sensed an opportunity, but he only had a single word of wisdom he was willing to depart with, and in a quiet, yet powerful voice, uttered to the other acolyte his own means of success. "Adapt." There was no explanation, but the simple word came so confidently from his mouth that it bore the appearance of a key to some lost door. Whether the small Sith could use it or not was an issue Thamis wouldn't involve himself in. Eventually, he would learn, but he'd have to learn his own way.

 

[Bubák]

Again, Nox seemed to be doing fine, his signature in the Force brightened a bit. An experienced Force user could still tell what hid under the layer of peace and calmness, but those who did not bother to examine the signature closely would most likely be tricked. Since there was no need to give him and advice, Avreet moved to help other students. Raslekx had another question, but the Crusader did not answer it immediately, instead staring at the boy. It was not because he would not know the answer. It was the question itself which shocked the young amphibian. A Sith Acolyte did not want to use his emotions? Didn't the teachers teach him what being a Sith means?

"Acolyte, don't you consider using your emotions to use the Force important enough? We, Sith, gain power through our passion, our feelings and emotions. Without them, we are weak. If you use emotions only in, as you say, important situations, you are weakening yourself and your true potential will remain locked. Use calmness and positive emotions to do this task, meditation should help you with that." Truth to be told, Avreet was very surprised to see a Sith not using emotions to fuel their power. The Mon Calamari then turned around and eyed the two strugglers. His large eyes stared at both of them independently and Avreet couldn't help but wonder if they were really incapable of doing anything he said, or if they did that on purpose as a 'revenge' for getting shocked.

Were Avreet not able to control himself so well, he would have shocked both Acolytes again before kicking them out of the class for utter incompetence. The Mon Cal was a peaceful being though, so he just sighed and went to the Lannik. "Meditate for a while to calm down before attempting to manipulate your signature." That was pretty much all Avreet could say, as peace and calmness effectively cleaned up the polluted river, whereas negative emotions made the user very much detectable in the Force for a while.

Feeling a glimpse of rage, the Crusader turned around to see Thamis, who had managed to hide his signature. Walking up to him, Avreet stared at the armoured man for a while before speaking up, "Your rage helped you to achieve what you wanted, but at cost of briefly giving away your position. Rage, hate, anger are so powerful, yet so easily detectable. Be careful when you use fire to extinguish fire! Everyone in the room was able to feel you."

 

[Rector_Ras]

So there really was no way to do it without emotion. He made no comments back on not being full in his potential he could be just as powerful as the rest of them without using his emotions. Deciding that he was going to do this even if that meant he had to let some out he thought about the times he had before he joined the sith. The times of him and his best friend Jason having fun on Nar'shadaa. He thought about even way before that before the group of friends got killed and the times they all had together. For a moment he forgot that he had killed his best friend and he was happy for the first time in a very long time and he noticed it. Using this new found happiness he turned it on his force presence in an attempt to make his signature look as if it was that of a jedi. He could feel himself and it was very odd. It felt as if his hole being was changed.

Opening his eyes he looked at the crusader and said " Is that satisfactory" looking for approval that he could do things just as well as the rest of the acolytes in the room.

 

[Omnis]

Nox drew back on his signature and quickly hid it again instead of keeping it bright. Knowing Avreet would sense the change, he hoped the Crusader would not mind. It was time to experiment. Opening his eyes, Nox casually stepped around and out of the way of Avreet and the other Acolytes. He drew around the room, until he was behind the other Acolytes and facing Avreet. Unobtrusive and silent, he stepped forward slowly taking care not to move whenever they moved their heads and their peripheral could catch him. The way he was positioned, Nox could be easily seen by Thamis and made no attempt to fool the armored Acolyte, but he was behind both Nirulve and Raslekx.

He had no intent to draw a weapon or touch the other Acolytes. He just wanted to see how close he could get behind them while his Force signature was masked, before they either got paranoid enough to check behind themselves or Avreet or Thamis gave him away. After all, the soldier needed to test the technique's viability as soon as possible. Assassins didn't get to start killing people by trying something during a real mission. Nox had available subjects and a suitable environment. In his mind, it was a good time to practice.

 

[RedRaine]

She listened to what Avareet said closely this sounded weird but of course it would make a disguise of a jedi possible so she began to do as he instructed. She began to think of postive thoughts such as when she found out she was leaving thw orphanage and that she would become a sith she had been estatic her, slowly her force signature began to become more in the grey area such as a dark jedi must have. This of course flustrated her signature began to turn back to what it normally was.

 

[Indigo]

As the Mon Cal approached Nirulve shrank away, naked terror in his eyes. In his tortured mind he felt that failure to learn this would be punished, that his inability to do so would result in more lightning; he did not know if he could handle it. Then, before they even spoke a word another of the acolytes, the angry looking one that had given him a look before saying 'adapt', as if some great pearl of wisdom. Perhaps to someone further along the path of their life it might have been, but to Nirulve it was merely a taunt, and insult of something he could not do emotionally. He could distance himself from his fear when he was in a safe environment, but in a room of Sith, some of which had already identified themselves as threats, Nirulve lacked the capacity to do so. The Lannik trembled violently, looking down with a face of misery. The Mon Cal spoke to him, told him to meditate. His fear rose in his throat unbidden tenfold; he had always had trouble meditating, he loathed doing it. He suspected he did not fully understand it; whenever he tried to focus on just the force and what it could do his fear caused too much chaos for it to hold. It was, in a way, paradoxical; his fear fueled his powers, were the only emotion he could properly harness as a Sith to his own ability. And yet it prevented him from some of the most basic of things, such as meditation. How could he explain it? He didn't know, but he sensed with some dread he had to try; most Sith did not tolerate failure kindly and this one had already proved themselves quick to anger or use force. His voice came out nearly silent, only heard by the Mon Cal instructor.

"I, I, I'm s-sorry. I don't know, or, rather, c-can't..."

The rest of his sentence trailed off into a miserable, wretched silence. The entirety of the tiny creatures' frame was now rigid and poised, prepared to flee at a moment's hostility, his senses trying to examine the Mon Cal for any sign of anger or discipline.

 

[Galisdoren]

Once more, Avreet offered useless advice. Thamis was well aware of what he had done, and would no longer need the rage to hide his connection to the force. He hadn't struggled the last time around, if anything, he had done quite the opposite. And he certainly hadn't struggled to hide his signature, so was the crusader simply approaching him to point out every little mistake that he had no need to point out? Was it an act of anger on the crusader's part? It seemed to Thamis that Avreet just really didn't like him. As for the Lannik, Thamis simply scowled, but offered no more acknowledgement. His signature scowl was quite the common sight, especially when around others. Without a sound, Thamis simply nodded to the teacher, silent as he had been trained to be, for there was little need for talking or excuses, and arguing was certainly not an option. He had been taught better than to argue with those like Avreet made himself out to be, there'd be little reason to smart off to the Sith, save to incite further anger and dislike, and the man was already irritating enough, and Thamis would certainly gain no ground in the fight, since the amphibian held more respect with the Sith than him, given his rank. Besides, the human was absolutely positive that the crusader was just looking for excuses to shock them again, even if that excuse was entirely fabricated. He kept himself hidden, and his dark signature suppressed, for the simple sake of doing so, and watched Nox with a stoic expression. Avreet seemed to favor him, which might have made him dislike the other assassin, but he found he quite liked the other male. He'd have to meet with him after class, or perhaps they'd get a sparring opportunity, and the two could converse during the duel. A fight was something Thamis was in desperate need of after what he had been forced to deal with. He just hoped Nox could take a beating, if the two were lucky enough to be paired together should there be any combat practice.

 

[Bubák]

The Crusader did a circle around the students again. Raslekx did just enough fine, so Avreet nodded as an answer to his question, not commenting what he did in any verbal way. Nox was obviously bored and started walking around or something, Avreet did not want him to bother others. "Patience, Acolyte, we'll be doing more in just a moment. Take the time you have to prepare." Next stop, Trinaty. Observing her for a while, mainly through the Force, he decided she had grasped the ability well enough, "You know how to do it, Acolyte, just focus harder next time. Keep up those positive emotions a little longer, which will eventually make the process of bending your signature easier." And then, Avreet faced Nirulve again, and again, there was a problem.

The Mon Cal stared at the Lannik. The pathetic creature was an utter waste of Force sensitivity, any other teacher would have killed him for an utter lack of emotional control, or the inability to perform such a basic task as meditation. Indeed, a meditation was exactly what one needed to learn and practice Force cloak without collapsing due to total exhaustion. "Do not worry, Acolyte," Avreet said in a reassuring tone, "That is fine. I must, however, ask you to leave the class. You can join another stealth class once you are able to meditate." If the Sith teachers did not do their job or if the Acolyte was simply so incredibly incompetent mattered little to Avreet. It was not his task to teach the Lannik how to meditate, the class board clearly said the students would be able to learn Force stealth and Force cloak. Not to mention the other students would have to wait for one less capable Acolyte to do something others could do while standing.

Avry briefly glanced at Galisdoren, but did not bother to stop next to him, as he knew the man would have ignored everything he said anyway, then waited for the small student to leave before returning to his position and continuing the lesson. "Students, rest in a meditation now and replenish as much energy as possible. The next power, Force cloak, requires a large ammount of energy to simply bend light and sounds around yourself, let alone maintain it. If you won't have enough energy, you might fall unconscious from exertion. Take deep breaths and draw the Force around you. Do ALL of you know how to meditate?" he asked, arms crossed. The Mon Cal remained standing this time, observing his students, wondering if all of them would eventually become Crusaders. Probably not. It saddened him a little bit, but some were truly too weak to make it that far.

 

[Omnis]

Nox made no effort to conceal his observation of the Lannik. He was familiar with such people, had killed many, had been forced to work with some, had killed more than a few of those, and saw them every time he walked down a busy street in a normal city. Yet still, the killer and survivor within him could not understand them. As much as he could deal with them, he could not pretend to sympathize or empathize. They were not like ants, beneath him, as others may have assumed Nox thought. To him, they were simply like misshapen rocks. Too jagged to roll, to fat to skip across water, too brittle to use. One did not pity a rock for being useless, one just simply passed by it and ignored it. The misshapen rock was just another facet of the universe, a tiny element in the background of one's life. Nox watched Nirulve go without pity, hate, or disdain. Just indifference.

"Yes, Crusader." Nox answered for himself, his tone all business. He did not hold it against the Crusader for asking. Obviously there had been some disappointment already. It was no longer unreasonable to ask. Besides which, Nox did not yet have his own lightsaber yet. He wondered how long it would be before that caused an issue, but his arrival amongst the Sith had been recent and swift. There had been no time for the proper method and Nox had refused anything else. He was a creature of ritual.

Standing still and relaxing once more, a position Nox had already proven natural to himself, he began his meditation. Thinking of Avreet's comment about drawing the Force around himself, Nox wondered if he couldn't apply the same leverage he had used before to conceal himself, but instead to direct the flow towards himself in greater amounts. He abandoned the idea, discarding it as foolish because the instructor had not said to do any such thing yet. If the Acolytes needed help gathering more Force to themselves, the Crusader would say so and explain the preferred method. Nox began a simple exercise in drawing the Force in, making sure to do so without sacrificing the integrity of his physical or mental condition.

 

[Rector_Ras]

After the crusader nodded to him he assumed it was a yes to his question on doing it to satisfactory. Almost right after the nod he told an acolyte behind him to sit down. Looking back he was it was Nox but what was he doing? Deciding to ask he said " What were you doing behind us?".

Turning his attention back to the crusader before he got an answer since he started talking he had one of the acolytes leave. One that was pathetic and couldn't do ether of the things they had been asked to do at all. Knowing that maybe just maybe he would be able to get his mind together to make it as a sith but it was doubtful. The crusader also said that we should meditate and asking if we all know how to meditate. what kind of question was that? Why would you even go to a class to so with the force without the knowledge of meditation many hard force powers needed you to do it. Moving back into his pose with his legs crossed and arms in front of him he put himself deep within the force and refilling his reserves of force. Though normally when he meditated he would levitate as being in the air seemed to make it easier to get into a deep thought but he normally didn't do it to regain power and levitating would use as much power as he would gain. He would get as much as he could before they moved on to what the crusader said would take a lot of power.

 

[Galisdoren]

He would have snorted at the question, but remained silent. Rather, he took a brief moment to observe the Lannik for his reaction to Avreet's words. He supposed he couldn't blame the Crusader for kicking the small humanoid out of the class. There was little reason for him to be here if he couldn't even do what was asked of him. Perhaps, in the future, he'd gain some skill. Thamis might even compare him to a dying flame. It would only take a small adjustment of the wood to set it blazing fiercely again. Closing his eyes, as Thamis had not moved from his position on the floor, he began to meditate, focusing on his intake of oxygen, steadily regaining lost strength. His breath came slow and monitored, as he entered a mental plane of memory and thought, but he didn't dwell there for long, and instead, focused on his physical being, and replenishing it's resources.

 

[RedRaine]

She nodded when the crusader said she knew how to do it and to foucs on the postive emotions more next time "Yes Crusader" she said opening her eyes and looking up at him. She watched him moved by and go to the Lannik sending him out of the class. She shrugged to herself at this she didn't really care about what who was in the class but she was pretty sure the Lannik said he couldn't meditate. She inwardly sighed why would the Lannik take this class if he couldn't meditate oh well she thought. The crusader moved past the large man and addressed the class again. She listened to his everyword intently and closed her eyes again she began to slowly gather the force to her as he said the next techinique would require a lot of power.

 

[Bubák]

All students have done as he asked, it was time to continue. This would be the last thing they’d learn in this class, and Avreet had a good reason to place perhaps the most useful power at the end. None of the students would simply be fit enough to continue after Force cloak suckedtheir power like a sponge. "Force Cloak is the ability to bend light and manipulate sound waves to render one virtually invisible. It is indeed a very powerful ability to possess, which could mean the difference between life or death. Also, it is an alternative to fighting when secrecy is the best course of action. In the beginning you will be able to do this in short bursts, but over time, you will be able to hold this form for longer periods. As I have said, it is exhausting to your body, mind, and the Force that resonates inside you. Until you are completley in tune with this ability, I suggest not using on missions unless your life is in danger and there is no other way to escape for the exception of fighting. Also, with this ability you can sneak past rivals, guards, or others without alerting your presence to them. Keep in mind that when you bend sounds so others could not hear you, you also won’t be able to hear the outside world."

The Mon Cal Crusader knelt down in his typical meditative stance and bent light around himself, doing it slowly so the students could see. First, he became slightly transparent, looking like a ghost, before disappeared completely thanks to the dim lightning in the room. He remained like that for a while before slowly becoming visible again. Then it was time for the presentation of bending sound, so he soundlessly turned on his lightsaber, waving it around without it producing it’s signature humming sound. The Mon Calamari ultimately demonstrated the full potential of this ability by bending light covering his body, becoming both visibleless and soundless. Unfortunately, bending sounds also meant he could not talk to his students, so he stopped the technique, materializing in front of their very eyes. "As before, I’ll use the metaphor of water to teach you this technique. Imagine yourself underwater. The water all around you is the light and sound. To disappear, think of not allowing the water touch you, push it away. It is hard, but there is no need to rush. You have as much time as you need. Bend the water so it would not touch you. Once you get a hang on it, it will become slightly easier. Do not stress yourself if you fail, just try again until you get it right." Avreet said, not asking if they had any questions this time. This power required focus and concentration upon being learned, and talking would disturb those. The students were to try using Force cloak now and ask questions later. Remaining silent, he watched the students as they attempted to perform the technique.

 

[Omnis]

Nox wasted no time in attempting to learn the latest technique. This, especially, was important to him. He had no intent to stop killing, murdering, and assassinating now that he had joined the Sith. He was an assassin in heart, mind, and bone. His service to the Sith would be best served with fatality. Learning to entirely cloak his presence, hiding from the senses of his enemies, would prove invaluable.

As he had done before with the very first exercise, Nox started slow. Focusing on just one foot, Nox began pushing away there. Unfortunately, it was the Force that got pushed away. That was not what he wanted. He racked his mind, searching for a way to adapt. He reviewed the Crusader's words, caught something important that he had forgotten. The water, this time, was light and sound. Not the Force. Slowly, Nox reached out with his senses to find the light and sound instead. He slowly sank from the river he was in, or, more accurately, faded. What he fell into was a place of new waves. The waves were sometimes bright, sometimes dark. Sometimes they were smooth, other times chaotic. Nox focused, selecting some waves near his first intended foot. With effort, he pushed the waves away from that foot. He moved up that leg, creating a new shoreline of peace and solitude with every passing second. He stopped at the waist, focused on the other leg. When both legs were done, Nox moved up each arm. Then the torso, then, finally, his head. With every establishment of a safe shoreline, Nox made sure to include his clothes and equipment. In this instance, they needed to be a part of him more literally than ever.

The effect, for anyone who could watch, was eery and surreal. Nox appeared to slowly fade away one part a time, until it appeared that he was floating in mid-air half eaten. Then he vanished entirely, as if drawing in upon himself like a black hole.

This time, Nox remained in that state for as long as possible. He studied his surroundings, his environment, and himself. Trying to familiarize himself with the new state of being, Nox tried to memorize as much of the effect as possible. Then, slowly, he let it unravel with his control. When he had reappeared in entirety, he resumed meditation without a word. Too tired to try it again just yet, he wanted to regain his strength quickly and get back to it. Practice really did make perfect.

 

[Rector_Ras]

Having a good amount of force recovered from the sith planets reserves Raslekx listened to the crusader explain how to bend sound and light around you. once the explanation was done Raslekx started trying. He imagined the water that he had before but this time he was in the big never ending ocean not near a river. He imagined the universe being said water and attempted to push it away but only the water only moved and was replaced by other water. Thinking more deeply on how he could get things away and keep them away he thought. He thought of telekinesis and how if he was to use it he could probably push things away from all around him. Could it act as some kind of shield though? Knowing that if it happened to work it would take a ton of energy as the crusader had said he set to work.

He sunk into the ocean. Relaxing his body he only forced it to work when he started his push. He focused on pushing and sending the force out around his body. It didn't need to go far but it needed to surround him. It needed to cut off the water and him so there was not even a drop touching him. After a good four minutes of pushing the water hard and with much concentration it finally worked. The water was cut off from Raslekx and he faded from the sight of the others ion the room. The energy needed to maintain the transition was more then he had expected even with the warning. He had been in many classes to do with force powers and his force stamina had come much farther and he was able to use much more then he could even dream of when he had come to Korriban but this drained him. Having only stayed in the cloak for less then a minute he came out and started regaining energy from the vast reserves of the planet. Learning this ability somewhere where the force wasn't so powerful would be very difficult.

 

[RedRaine]

Trinaty's eyes opened when she heard the crusader speak about the technique how it was very hard to use and powerful and should only be used in life or death until it was mastered. She felt scared that she would mess up and end up in the infirmary but, continued to listen and watch him turn invisible and then make it were he couldn't be heard that was pretty cool she thought. So she closed her eyes again and imagined she was submerged in water breathing long deep breathes she began to try and push the water away she wasn't really succeeding but was trying hard but not rushing she was imaging it pushing away very slowly she turned ghostly looking but, then the water was almost completely away from her sadly the water pushed back on her and she was normal looking again. She opened her eyes gasping she felt light headed and closed her eyes she began to try again forcing the pain of the headache away as she began to push the water away slower this time.

 

[Galisdoren]

Unlike what Avreet did to successfully conceal himself, Thamis took no such approach to that of which he had been informed to do. The teacher had already failed to teach him by way of water the first time, and now, he'd once again take his own approach to things, a much easier one to understand, for him, at least. Just as the force power was meant to do, he focused on bending light and sound around him as if he were generating a force field of sorts. For many minutes he meditated, eyes closed with concentration, resting his usual position. He was determined not to fail, to give Avreet any more excuses, though he'd likely find one anyway. Nevertheless, this was one ability he was quick to understand, having developed his own method of achieving it. Streams of light flowed around his imaginary bubble, accompanied by sound, which he had given the shape of blue tendrils. It was easier to focus when he could see what he was attempting to manipulate, and soon, just as Nox had, Thamis faded from view, and where he usually heard his own breathing and occasional beat of his heart, it seemed the land had grown mute around him. Quickly, Thamis threw up Force Stealth, hiding his signature in the best way he could, staggering in and out of existence itself until he finally managed to bury his presence as a whole. He thought about moving over to Nox and revealing himself beside him, but weakness was already beginning to overtake him. With the exhale of a deep breath he hadn't realized he had been holding, the barrier shattered, and light was permitted to grasp his form once more, as well, he could no longer maintain his Force Stealth, but he was proud enough of his success that it didn't matter.

 

[Bubák]

Waiting for several minutes, not wanting to disturb the students from their attempts to cloak themselves, Avreet remained kneeling, watching the Acolytes and their progress. It seemed all of them understood what he said, as they all succeeded at cloaking themselves for a while. Avreet's unique Mon Calamari vision allowed him to see them anyway, seeing in different wavelengths than most humanoids, but he noticed the students' forms became transparent, which indicated they have performed the technique. Some Acolytes even bent the light for more than half a minute, but that was only thanks to their meditation. They'd find it harder without preparation, more so if they tried to actually move. When Avreet learned this ability, he could stay cloaked only for about thirty seconds while not moving at all.

Nox did what he was supposed to slowly but surely. There would be times when Force cloak had to hide the user as quickly as possibly, so the Acolyte would have to work on that. Raslekx did fairly well, trying to cloak himself for as long as he could, but the ability obviously drained him faster than he expected. Again, it'd take much practice and training to maintain Force cloak for more than a minute while meditating, let alone moving. Trinaty, the youngest member of the class, did not do as well as the other students, but she kept trying, which Avreet appreciated. And finally, the fool of the class, Thamis, also cloaked his form, though in a different way than Avreet described. The man used his anger he felt towards the Crusader, but since it worked, Avry just shrugged with a visible frown. That arrogant fool was not worth of another healthy dose of Force lightning, more energy wasted on worthless Acolyte such as Galisdoren.

Swiveling his large Mon Calamari eyes around, he stood up, clasping his webbed hands behind his back. "That is all this class had to offer. If you have any questions, please ask now." The Crusader said with a proud smile, glad his first class was a successful one. Not a bad start at all, expecially for such a fresh Crusader as him! That meant more classes were on the way.

 

[Omnis]

Nox understood the techniques well enough and could always discover new things on his own, but he would be a fool not to ask the Crusader some questions whilst he was offering answers. Time was a luxury that Nox had, so he had no issue staying around to speak with Avreet.

Looking up, Nox turned his head to Avreet. "How can one penetrate these techniques if an adversary uses them? Are there any specific ways to refine these techniques, besides practice over time, in case someone tries to do the same?"