Hera laughed loudly and deeply at the fading sunlight. Throwing up a pair of fingers that some might find a little bit rude, she cursed the sun as it set. Calming down, though still carrying a wide smile, Hera gently removed the goggles from her eyes. She could see so much better at night, and within a few minutes the entire city would be engulfed in darkness.
It was summer on Corellia, and in this specific part of town that meant rolling blackouts in order to save energy. It was a normal sight in the poorer districts like this, so Hera thought she would treat the locals to a little bit of a show. She had spread the word along the underground that the Jedi would be having a small training session out in the streets and, if anyone wanted to peep out their windows, they would be treated to a nice lightshow. Scanning her surroundings, she could see the myriad of families and small children clustered around the windows of their homes in order to look out. Even those hiding behind walls and listening in were not hidden from Hera's infrared vision.
Igniting her double bladed lightsaber, Hera danced about with the twin blades of orange. Her movements fluid, and wasteful, she focused on spins, twirls, and a few flips more than any actual combat forms. Her main goal at this moment was to display the power of her blades, but to show the poorest and weakest among this world that they were of no threat to them. She was a Jedi Knight, a defender of those who were not strong enough to defend themselves. It would be good that the people got a reminder of that. As such, she continued her dance while she waited for her 'students' to arrive.
Oorrl disliked Corellia. Much of the planet had been despoiled by so called “civilisation” leaving a permanent wound of the natural beauty of the world although it was far from the horror of metal that was Coruscant. He had been planning to leave the planet as soon as his business here was done, tracking down a small smuggling ring for CorSec but before he had the chance the oddest rumour reached his ears. Apparently a Jedi Knight was giving some sort of show nearby. The idea seemed ridiculous to the contemplative Ithorian that a Jedi would make a display of their abilities for citizens at all, it was something the traditionalist within Oorrl certainly disapproved of.
Investigating he had told his padawan Rah’la to accompany him. At worst this would be a case of giving an imposter a dressing down whilst at best it was a chance for Oorrl to let the young Nautolan meet other Jedi. Although the Ithorian liked to work away from the Order, following the whispers of the Force, he knew that it wasn’t the best way to train his young apprentice and that she needed to meet her brethren amongst the Jedi for her own healthy development.
Pausing at a corner he heard an unfamiliar song in the Force. It sang of the light, vibrant and energetic, it’s intensity like a beacon burning bright even upon this overpopulated world.
“This way Rah’la.” the Ithorian said in the beautiful stereophonic tones of Ithorese which were immediately followed by basic from the mechanical translation device he wore over his mouths. Oorrl had always found the object uncomfortable but unfortunately few sentients he’d met in his travels could comprehend his native tongue.
It didn’t take long to find the source of the rumours. A female Human was practically dancing as the twin orange blades spun around as she wielded the double-bladed saber with a fascinating mastery.
The Ithorian, meanwhile, was a far less interesting sight. Dressed in austere, simple, brown robes with his own lightsaber hidden beneath the folds he blended in with the crown despite his size and alien nature.
Within the Force he reached out to make himself known to the other Jedi before moving carefully, gently, through the crowds to approach her.
Waiting for her to pause in her show he would step forward and bow respectfully. “It is a pleasant surprise to meet one of our Order upon this world.” he said formally. “I am Oorrl Fonwim and this is my Padawan.” he said, gesturing for the Nautolan to introduce herself.
Then, because he was unable to help himself, he added in a more casual although still polite tone. “I must admit this is a rather unusual way to make our Order’s presence known.” he added in reference to her demonstration.
Rah’la was very much aware of how differently she and her Master felt about Corellia. While she held a great appreciation for nature, Oorrl’s views went further in what she termed adoration. As it was, understanding his dislike of the large urban center wasn’t that much of a stretch of the imagination. The Nautolan experienced a similar longing for the seas of Glee Anselm. That would have made her father laugh because not four years prior to today she couldn't wait to leave her world and go someplace exciting; anyplace. Even so, what she was experiencing here was no where near what Master Fonwim did. With him it seemed to be a personal affront.
It was just as well that their business had been concluded, though now that it was she was slightly disappointed that they would be rushing off-world. That was why she wore such a look of surprise upon her face when instead of heading for the Viridian Orchid, the elder Ithorian had told her to accompany him and then he took off through the city away from the shipyards and space docks. At first she thought he may have gotten a message; maybe the smuggler issue was not as wrapped up like they had supposed.
From time to time she studied his features as they walked nearly side to side, in the hope that he would give some hint or clue as to his purpose. That he remained quite, however, did not alarm her for she had often been given direction without debate or explanation; not every situation gave one time for such matters but she didn’t sense that level of urgency in the man. Her mind drifted for a moment as he paused in their walk making room for the errant thought of what a show of real urgency from Oorrl would entail. ’Would he even raise his voice’, she wondered. She grinned suddenly as the image of him raising a clenched fist to the sky and shaking it in the air filled her mind.
Dismissing such fancy, she muttered softly under her breath, ”ridiculous” Suddenly he spoke, directing her on a new trajectory and her focus became more serious. If she wasn’t mistaken he had the appearance of one sensing for something, pausing their walk to focus, and then moving on once he had intuited their proper path forward. Her suspicions caused her to stretch for her own sensing capability but as yet all she could feel was her Master. It wasn’t until they were nearly in view of the woman that Rah’la felt her presence and looked up to confirm this was why Oorrl had changed their plans at the last minute before departure.
Listening as he greeted the woman, she watched her wielding her double-bladed saber with obvious skill. The woman was Jedi and for some reason Rah’la was quite pleased to have sussed that out seconds before Master Fonwim addressed the woman and confirmed her suspicions. Bowing respectfully at the moment she was introduced, she wondered how casual this meeting really was. It had become harder and harder for her to believe that most things involving the Jedi were mere coincidences.
Her voice spoke out in clear basic galactic but was not pitched to carry any further than to the woman’s ears. ”Padawan Rah’la Vimt, Ma’am”, she said supplying the Jedi with her name as directed. Whatever the woman was planning to make the ‘order’s presence known’ her Master had learned of it and he didn’t sound especially excited by the news.
Xiann had originally intended to go back to the ship and let her two crewmates go investigate this other Jedi themselves, but changed her mind shortly after they departed. What was the harm in meeting another of their kind? Perhaps they could explain this force thing in a way that actually made sense or, at worst, it was just an opportunity to stretch their legs before leaving the planet again. The Twi’lek let out a sigh as she turned on her heels and quickly marched after her companions.
The pair seemed to have a spring in their step that kept them just ahead of the young woman. Even after they paused for a moment to seemingly orient themselves she still didn’t quite catch up to them until they came to the crowd surrounding what seemed like dancing lights. Her small stature allowed her to squeeze through the throng of people and reach the front as Oorl and Rah’la introduced themselves to the dancing stranger.
The human woman seemed to be dancing with what resembled a staff version of her companions weapons. What did they call them, Light Swords? So this would be a Light Staff then? It gave off the same hum and crackles as the sword version as well as having the same attractive appearance. From an engineering view anyway. How did these weapons work? Why were they so powerful? And how do you make a weapon so destructive, yet so beautiful to watch in motion?
After Oorl and Rah’la had introduced themselves Xiann threw up a lazy salute, “And I’m Xiann, their engineer. Though the boss says I’m sensitive to some force thing? Some Jedi requirement I’m told.” She gestured towards the ‘Light Staff’, “Beautiful staff and dancing by the way.” She turned to look at Rah’la, “Why do you never do stuff like that?”
Corellia again... he knew that Jedi shouldn't form attachment to places but Crix was beginning to think that Corellia had formed an attachment to him. Why was it that so many things in his life revolved around Corellia? It wasn't even that nice an area. But it called him back every time he thought he was free of it and he had to admit that he liked it. It grew on him like a fungus but it had undoubtedly grown on him. Crix arrived in his Jedi robes but he had since stuffed them into his backpack so he was dressed in a tunic more than anything else.
He hadn't made his saber just yet so when he arrived he was still armed with a vibrosword rather than the typical lightsaber type deal. Arriving slightly late it seemed, he waved a hand.
"Yo." he called out to the gathered Jedi, "So is this like our summer retreat or what?"
Not like he thought they needed more heat considering how hot Yavin IV could get. He started stretching, dropping his backpack to the ground rather carelessly as he did so.
"Heard I could learn some footwork and stuff here."
For the first time in a while, Hera could see the arrival of the other Jedi with her own eyes before even the Force notified her of their presence. Their hues, red and warm, were a beautiful rainbow of color throughout the infrared. Never once had Hera ever taken her eyes for granted, just as one might always be amazed by the dancing colors across a sunset sky, so too was Hera constantly amazed by the colors and warmth of sentient beings. With a twirl, she deactivated her clipped her blade to her hilt in one smooth motion.
Before her stood four beings, a Knight just as herself, two padawans, and a youngster who seemed to tag along with the Knight-Padawan pair. Smiling, she addressed the Knight first, "Knight Fonwim! A pleasure to meet you and your padawan! I am Hera Albion. I know it is unorthodox, but it would be good for the people to know that the presence of our blades heralds more than just violence and death. Too much have they experienced the light of our sabers in a bad light, I believed it to be good to demonstrate to them how they might bring beauty as well."
Winking at the Zabrak padawan, she added, "And getting a little practice in at the same time never hurt anyone!" Snapping her hilt off her side and spinning it, unignited, in her hand, Hera started to lay out the dueling grounds. "While I would not be entirely opposed to fighting four on one, I don't think it would be fair to you all! Ha! That's a joke. Knight Fonwim, if I may, I believe I shall take on our Zabrak friend and Xiann first. I would like to see if they are capable of any sort of team work against me. Don't worry, I'll go easy on them."
Turning to the Twilek, Hera produced a vibroblade from beneath her robes and tossed it her way. Her joyful demeanor unfazed by the beginning of a very 'live' training exercise, the ruddy knight addressed both the Twilek engineer and the Zabrak, "Let's start with a little warm up! Padawan, you should know this already but I'll repeat it for our new friend. When you begin to fight, you must let go of all emotions, everything that holds you back. Relax and allow the Force to guide your blade. Come at me with intent, and be confident that I will not allow myself to be injured."
At that, Hera leapt back, her dual orange blades igniting on the twin ends of her hilt. She moved roughly five meters away from the Twilek and the Zabrak in the spacious road. This late at night, this part of town, they would be uninterrupted by the hustle and bustle of vehicles. Holding her blades at 45 degree angles, Hera prepared herself in a defensive stance. Left foot back, right foot forward, knees slightly bent to center her gravity.
When Xiann arrived the Ithorian couldn’t help but shake his head a little. Her disbelief in the force was exasperating but Oorrl wasn’t one to push the revelations onto the young Twi’lek. The Force had guided him to Taris to find her, he was certain of it, and when the time came the Force would show them both the way to open her mind and spirit to the current of life that flowed all around them. He had come to care deeply for the young girl and until the time came for her to decide if she was going to join the Order or not he would look after her as any good guardian would.
Glancing sideways at the new arrival, a Padawan it would seem, he was somewhat surprised by the casual attitude of the young Zabrak. The Ithorian own tutelage had been quite… severe. He smiled faintly imagining what Arriyyshk would have done to this young student to instill a bit of discipline.
When Hera introduced herself the Ithorian bowed his head slightly once more. When she gave her reasoning. “As you say Master Albion. It takes many views to see the whole.” he conceded, Oorrl was self-aware enough to know he could be… uptight sometimes.
When Hera suggested that she spar against the new arrival and Xiann the Ithorian nodded. Placing a hand on Xiann’s shoulder, sensing her unease, and smiled. “Trust your instincts my friend. All will be well.”
Stepping away he looked to his Padawan. “Let us give them some room.” Oorrl said as he moved towards the edge of the crowd.
Folding his arms under his robes loose sleeves the Ithorian watched the trio with interest to see how this would go. However he was much more watchful than he appeared, as far as he knew Xiann had very little training with blades and the Ithorian would be ready to leap into action to prevent injury should it be required.
The sound of the Twi’lek’s voice caused her to turn her head and look straight at Xiann. She must have had an odd expression on her face, at least she thought she must, because she’d been so focused upon what was up with this little detour from their itinerary that she had completely forgotten about Xiann. Of further annoyance than this sudden flushing of embarrassment was the light freighter’s engineer might have assumed the delay meant trouble and at the very least would cause the woman to worry.
This concern for her crew mate rapidly vanished when she was greeted by Xiann’s typical prodding banter. ”Probably for the same reason you never do stuff like that”, she softly remarked after Xiann completed her complaint. It was beautiful however and she turned to Oorrl tempted to ask him the same question when the Zabrak arrived. She was glad his arrival stopped her from speaking and adding to the growing confusion. As a rule she tried not to be rude but Xiann was not the only one who could get carried away by her own excitement. Still, she flashed the newcomer a bit of a smile before she was refocused once more on the Knight.
Rah’la hadn’t much experience with other Jedi, so when they did get a chance to meet another of The Order she was eager but respectful, deferring to her Master. She had half expected the woman to sound more like Oorrl than not but she was quite a bit different, even joking about taking them all on at once. Without her noticing, Rah’la’s smile grew larger and larger until she was flashing her teeth like some country bumpkin come to town. Oorrl’s words startled her out of the moment and she turned her head to him blinking as his intention finally sank in. He was actually going to spar in the streets tonight?
Astonishment filled her but it had no time to grow as he was prodding her to move to the side and make room for the combatants. ’Certainly Master Fomwin”, she began but had to pause to clear her throat and couldn’t help but prod Xiann just a tad bit while she stepped out of the way. ”Try not to die if you can help it. Rusty would be inconsolable”, she teased.
Xiann let out a small yelp and hopped back from the flying knife as it fell to the ground. “Throwing sharp things at unsuspecting folks is not safe you know.” The Twi’lek knelt down and picked up the blade with her right hand, while attempting to sneakily grab a fistful of grit and dirt from the road. She rotated the blade in her hand to settle her grip before activating it, “I’ve never used one of these before, so do forgive any mistakes I make.”
She looked over to her new, temporary ally. She had never seen someone of his species before and so had no idea of any natural talents he may have, “Padawan, huh? I hope you can use some force, or this is going to end pretty quickly.” She smiled slightly, “Shall we?”
Xiann returned her focus to the Knight before her, before dashing forward at full speed. Slowing only as she reached her opponent to turn some of her speed into spin, she sliced downwards from her right with the blade aimed at the Jedi’s upper leg. Knowing the Knight would probably be way stronger than her, she extended her left arm back as a counterweight, adding more force to the slice.
Oh okay so he was getting paired up with someone in order to give a Knight a workout? Well Crix wasn’t going to lie and say that he knew what he was doing much. He had had some lessons before he was a Jedi with swords and he had more since becoming a padawan but he hadn’t made his lightsaber yet for… personal reasons.
He blinked at the woman as she spoke to him. “Um that seems rather light on the ground for a plan but-oh okay I guess we’re doing this!”
She dashed forward and Crix wasn’t enough of an arse to let her rush a superior opponent alone just because she hadn’t given him the slightest idea as to what she was going to be doing. Rather than a flashy spin move, Crix would arrive a second behind her as she was executing her slash, coming from further to the right (the knight’s left) with a thrust of his vibrosword aimed at the knight’s upper left torso.
The idea was to use his blade to cover the right side of Xian’s body with his blade and with an attack that would, hopefully, force the Knight to take a step back rather than counter-attack at Xian’s right side immediately.
A whistling tune would announce the arrival of Drastus. He had been looking for his good buddy Crix and some of the other Padawans had said he'd gone out to look for training. As he happened onto the field, he stepped up beside the Ithorian, crossing his arms as if he'd been there this whole time. "Oh, his form is so sloppy.." Drast would critique of his friend, though a grin would mask a true assessment. He wore his usual get up, button up shirt, vest, greaves, boots, and shades with his trusty vibrosword.
Hera smiled as she watched the new fighter and the Padawan rush in to attack. The Padawan was kind enough to assist his teammate in a meaningful way instead of using her as bait, unfortunately their attacks would not be as effective as they might have expected. Both Xiann and Crix came in at Hera's left side, allowing her to catch their attacks with a twist of her dual sided lightsaber from a forty-five degree angle to a straight vertical.
With her lower blade, she caught the young Twilek's sword. Seeing that the Twilek put more force into her strike in order to overpower Hera, the Knight responded by allowing her lower blade to slide backwards after contact. However, with their blades interlocked, Hera manipulated the direction in order to push both Xiann's vibrosword and Hera's lower blade away from her left back leg.
As the blades slid back, the second following would bring Crix's blade coming in at Hera's chest. Simultaneously, Hera's upper blade snapped over from Hera's right to left to knock into Crix's blade. It would be in her upper block that Hera put her full strength, pushing Crix's blade and, by extension, Crix, over in the direction of Xiann. It was Hera's hope that Crix would end up falling over Xiann, as the two of them had both come in on Hera's left side and would now find themselves uncomfortably close. However, Hera was careful to keep both Crix's blade and Xiann's blade on her left side as she pushed, making sure that even in the event of a trip and fall the two would not end up impaling one another.
All the while, the Jedi Knight kept a large smile plastered on her face. Two on one, perhaps they would best her! Or perhaps not! Sparring, for Hera at least, was fun no matter what.
Glancing to the side at another new arrival the Ithorian smiled slightly, he couldn’t help but find it somewhat amusing that the Force had decided to bring some many of their Order together here on this world.
“Is that so?” he questioned with a glance at the newcomer’s blade.
No lightsaber but he could sense the force dwelling within the man. Another Padawan it would seem. “Perhaps you’d like to show the citizens how it is done?” he asked.
Putting a hand on Rahla’s shoulder he pushed her forward slightly. “Maybe you could even give my young apprentice some pointers?” he suggested.
Whilst Oorrl himself had no intention of playing with his lightsaber in front of ordinary Corellians without reason he understood Hera’s reasoning. He also understood that Rah’la found much of what he did boring. Perhaps a little sparing with one of her peers would interest her a little.
“What do you say Rah’la? You often say you don’t get to meet enough other Jedi. Perhaps a little sparring session would do you some good.”
Xiann’s grin faltered slightly as the Knight seemed to easily block both of the attacks launched at her, even twisting and maneuvering the pair slightly. She was clearly a skilled fighter and was going to be a difficult opponent, but the Twi’lek had faced strength before and nothing was insurmountable. Not even laser sword wielding zealots.
The young fighter planted her right foot to her right to stabilise her and brace against the incoming impact from her ally landing on her. Once her feet were in place she twisted her upper body, moving her left arm from covering her torso to a guarding position over her left shoulder to act as a cushion and possibly a light platform for the Zabrak, throwing the held grit and dirt at the Jedi’s face as she did so. Xiann twisted the vibroblade in her hand to let the saber slide over it, narrowly missing her fingers before thrusting forward with it.
Even the most experienced fighter may struggle with multiple opponents fighting ‘dirty’, it’s time to see if these Jedi really were as good as Oorrl had made them out to be.
The Jedi Knight certainly didn’t believe in wasting time or giving much warning, Rah’la noted as her eyes followed the path of the thrown knife. Xiann was more than agile enough to avoid getting skewered, fortunately. A quick flit of her eyes to Oorrl and she realized the man would have repelled the knife had the engineer failed to dodge in time. Eagerly she turned her eyes back to the pair facing off against Jedi Albion thinking it was a shame there was no one taking bets on the outcome.
The sight of the mad dash and headlong attack quelled the urge to gamble, however; the outcome was more than obvious. She was pleased to see that the Zabrak knew about being a team player, as his advance was not only designed to attack but provide cover and support for Xiann. Rah'la might have to reevaluate the outcome of this match after all and not only because of the Padawan. Her eyes narrowed as she saw the counter Xiann performed after she blocked the attacks. Her lips pursed and her eyes widened thinking her crewmate must have gotten some extra practice in while she was engaged in the thrilling occupation of meditation.
Whistling drew her attention and she turned her gaze to see a vested fellow arriving who was armed with a vibrosword. Before she had time to process his critique of the fighting, she felt a hand upon her shoulder pushing her forward as a possible opponent to the newcomer.
Blinking at her Master she missed the sight of Xiann throwing dirt at the Jedi completely. He called the newcomer Jedi? She looked back at him wondering where his lightsaber was and opened herself up to attempt sensing the man. Only once she focused did she detect the force sensitivity within him. It was a sore spot for her that this did not come easier to her but Oorrl assured her it would come in time.
Her issues did not possess her thoughts today, however, and she readily smiled nodding her assent to say, ”Yes Master Fonwim” Rah’la stepped slightly away from the Ithorian’s side, her own pointed toward a clear spot in the street. Her left arm rose, the hilt of her inactive lightsaber in her hand and pointing to a likely spot and she said to the man, ”Do you care for a dance mister…”, her question left hanging for him to supply his name as well as his reply to her challenge. Today was certainly turning out to be a cut above the usual and she was enjoying herself quite a bit.
Crix wasn't going to let himself just get tossed aside if he could help it - trouble was that he and the Twi'lek were a bit too close together for him to actually avoid the fact that he was being led in a direction. Grunting as he used the Force to add reinforcement to his muscles, he launched himself up as he was sent in the direction of is ally. Using his free hand on her braced shoulder, he spun over her to land on the other side of her rather than crashing into her.
He landed and brought his sword back up into a defensive position, held in his right hand, tip angled down at 45 degrees in a mid-guard. With his feet firmly underneath himself again, he would start circling away from Xiann as she went back to engage the Knight.
"Go kark yourself with a rusty spoon, Drastus!" he called out to his friend with a grin, never taking his eyes off the Knight, "Love you and all that too!"
No need for Drastus to take any of his jabs to heart - though he was waiting before he struck, he wouldn't be opposed to landing a practice blow at the Knight's heart kind of area. He kept moving until he would be at roughly 120 degrees from Xiann; a position where the padawans would be able to keep each other in line of sight but the knight could not.
Positioning was important someone had told him once.
"Hey now, I didn't get my tetanus shot yet!" he shouted out to Crix with a grin. "I know you do, baby." It was then he realized that Rahla was talking to him.
His shade covered gaze would shift to the Nauty girl, brow perked. "Drastus." he pulled the shades down and tucked them into the interior chest pocket of his vest. "And I love to dance, just ask Oinkella and the Oinkettes." that patented grin never leaving his face until he licked the tip of his pointer finger and used it to smooth out the brow that was perked.
This girl was so proper, or at least seemed like she was. He could have some fun with that. Hand drifting to the hilt of his vibrosword, he flourished it before taking the hilt in a two handed grip, in a high guard. "I prefer the Tango."
The movement of the padawan and the engineer surprised Hera. Either they both had more combat training than she realized, or the Force truly moved through them with intense power. However, they were still young. Experience was more of a gift to Hera than her strength or power ever had been. As Crix launched himself over his companion, Hera could see the warmth of the vibroblade sliding over her saber. There would no opportunity for a thrust or attack on Hera, however, as the Jedi was prepared for this.
What she was not prepared for, however, was the dirt flying at her face. Suddenly blind and in pain, Hera reacted by laughing and twisting. Her body moved out of range of the vibroblade and out of range of the thrust as she took two side steps to her right. Her eyes closed, Hera focused on the Force to supplant her eyesight and moved to keep both Jedi and Engineer in front of her. It appeared to be that Crix was attempting to encircle Hera. As he walked left, she would walk right, keeping a distance from them both and keeping them both in front of her body.
"Good teamwork!" She would additionally remark, twirling her blades for the crowd watching. Sure the pain was annoying and to not see was slightly problematic, but these were temporary things. Like smoke in the wind, it would fade. And to be mad or upset by this would be just as silly as to become angry at smoke in the wind for obscuring a view.
Xiann smiled lightly as Crix bounced over her and landed quite elegantly before beginning to encircle their opponent. The smile did not last long however as, even blinded, the knight deftly avoided her attack and moved out of range, letting out a tut of annoyance.
The fact remained that Hera was blinded and the pair should use that to gain some kind of advantage. Xiann waved to get Crix’s attention before pointing at him and then upwards. Then to herself and downwards. She hoped her ally would get the picture as she began her short sprint to the knight. Just before barreling into Hera, the Twi’lek leaned back and dropped to the ground, using her momentum to slide under her opponent. She aimed to grab at the woman's ankles, preferably to lift her feet from the ground but at least to reduce her mobility so the Zabrak could land a decent blow.
The Nautolan laughed softly while slowly moving into a sparing distance across from the man. ”Drastus”, she repeated his name with a slight bob of her head then supplied her own incase he had missed Oorrl’s casual use a moment before, ”I’m Rah’la”. After all, he may not have heard due to all the banter that was passing between him and the Zabrak. Her face took on a look of slight confusion which swiftly passed away for she had no idea who or what Oinkella and the Oinkettes might be. ”I don’t believe I’ve met your mother and sisters, but I will take your word for it”, she rejoined with not much of a pause.
Watching as he drew forth the vibrosword, spinning it a bit in the air in a way that could only have been achieved through hours and hours of practice, she grinned wondering if he paid as much focus on the meat of battle as he did the showmanship. Watching him raise both arms in the air, the blade held in order to strike from above, she grinned and said with a wave of her hand before her face, ”I don’t know that one but it does make for a memorable smell, wouldn’t you agree?”
Holding her saber outstretched to her left side, she ignited the blade and an aquamarine glow bathed the street and painted her in its hues. Her unblinking eyes twinged a bit at the edges as though crinkling in amusement before she said simply, ”Teach me”,