Malkav caught the training lightsaber and carefully studied it. So this is the legendary weapon of the Jedi..?
Training weapon he reminded himself.
He lightly pushed the button and the saber came to life in a light blue beam of energy. It glowed faintly...what a pretty weapon..
hehehehehehehe
He shrugged the voices out of his head and turned to face his master...
Malkav didn't drink, so he didn't know what a all night binge felt like. He soon found out when the saber stung his skin and shook his nerves. Training was a painful process he would soon become familiar with.
A few hours later they were fighting once more after only stopped for a few short breaks from the time they started. Sweat poured down Malkavs face and down his body, but the master seemed barely any more than a bit winded. He knew it would come to a end soon, as it always did with the saber striking his body.
He had caught the principles of fighting with a lightsaber (or so he though) and was able to defend or dodge some of his masters attacks. However, he was almost always completely on the defensive, parrying and blocking attacks that seemed to come from all around him at once.
And then it happened. Malkav had moved his training saber to block a attack from up above. But in a amazingly executed move, his master completed the faint and brought his saber quickly around his student and struck him in the arm.
More pain flooded through Malkav, and he doubled over clutching his arm. His master disengaged his lightsaber and approached Malkav....
REVENGE!
Malkav whipped around in a uncontrollable fury and lunged at Jacen. His master ignited his training saber and they were once again in battle, but this one more heated, ironically, the tables had turned. It was now Malkav who was on the offensive, launching strikes to his masters left, swinging the saber while aiming for his torso, stabbing and thrusting in his blind fury. Perhaps his master was toying with him, but thoughts like those did not register in Malkav's mind at that moment. There was only the stinging pain in his arm, and the blinding anger that followed......
Training weapon he reminded himself.
He lightly pushed the button and the saber came to life in a light blue beam of energy. It glowed faintly...what a pretty weapon..
hehehehehehehe
He shrugged the voices out of his head and turned to face his master...
Malkav didn't drink, so he didn't know what a all night binge felt like. He soon found out when the saber stung his skin and shook his nerves. Training was a painful process he would soon become familiar with.
A few hours later they were fighting once more after only stopped for a few short breaks from the time they started. Sweat poured down Malkavs face and down his body, but the master seemed barely any more than a bit winded. He knew it would come to a end soon, as it always did with the saber striking his body.
He had caught the principles of fighting with a lightsaber (or so he though) and was able to defend or dodge some of his masters attacks. However, he was almost always completely on the defensive, parrying and blocking attacks that seemed to come from all around him at once.
And then it happened. Malkav had moved his training saber to block a attack from up above. But in a amazingly executed move, his master completed the faint and brought his saber quickly around his student and struck him in the arm.
More pain flooded through Malkav, and he doubled over clutching his arm. His master disengaged his lightsaber and approached Malkav....
REVENGE!
Malkav whipped around in a uncontrollable fury and lunged at Jacen. His master ignited his training saber and they were once again in battle, but this one more heated, ironically, the tables had turned. It was now Malkav who was on the offensive, launching strikes to his masters left, swinging the saber while aiming for his torso, stabbing and thrusting in his blind fury. Perhaps his master was toying with him, but thoughts like those did not register in Malkav's mind at that moment. There was only the stinging pain in his arm, and the blinding anger that followed......