{OPEN} Honing the Forms of Telekinesis

[Zach]

Ruthric observed the efforts of the acolyte, gauging his progress and the strength of his barrier. It was pitiful at best, but better than a majority of acolytes in the academy that knew little more than how to hold a lightsaber. "Your barrier is small, weak, vulnerable," he said curtly, waving a hand across where Ichabod had focused. He felt a sturdy resistance, but with the constant motions of the Force through every motion he made, it was easy to waft through. Perhaps the techniques of Ataru gave him a drastic advantage, but humility in one's own capabilities was the only way to learn, in his opinion.

"You formed a decent basis of how to control the ability. In more fervent environments, you will be expected to summon a wall on a whim, to surround yourself in a protective bubble," he continued, referencing to the uses of Force Protection. "Continue as you did; form another barrier. Only this time, Focus more on the solidity of its structure rather than the balance between Push and Pull. The techniques are meant to be incorporated only as a a guidance to form the barrier in the first place. Concentrate on compressing the air before you, pressing it together to form a physical obstacle. Worry not about how far your barrier extends, as gaining the familiarity of a barrier is more important. This will lead to Force Deflection, another defensive technique," he told the acolyte, again moving through the Force alongside the acolyte for demonstration. He had little doubt that Ichabod would succeed in forming a substantial barrier, and this would be the basis of Force Protection and Force Deflection.

 

[Crystalmath]

Ichabod listened intently, he was determined to learn, not just this technique but in general, the applications of such abilities were numerous and could serve him well and thus he was excited by the prospects this 'barrier' could offer him, though his expression hardly showed it. Focusing once more he pulled in the air around him, tugging it to a central point infront of his hands with what power he could muster to the point that small gusts of wind swirled around him into the focal point of concentration. There the air gathered, was forced into a more solid orb which he then flattened, expanding it slightly to form a block. Once he was ready he reached out and placed his hand ontop of the small invisible wall he'd formed, putting some pressure upon it to test its stability.

Turning his head to Ruthric, Ichabod smiled, "Better?"

 

[Zach]

Ruthric smiled approvingly as the acolyte gathered the energy to form the barrier, first shaping its form to his most comfortable position, and adjusting it accordingly. The orb of kinetic energy formed into a of solidity, putting up a solid resistance between them in the air. "Much better," he said, inclining his head in a small sign of respect. The acolyte had learned well, knowing that to learn more, he had to try - and fail.

Moving on to the next step of the process, Ruthric straightened himself and turned to Ichabod, contemplating how to go about teaching Force Deflection. "From here, we will progress to Force Deflection," he stated, raising a hand as he had before. "Force Deflection is very similar to Force Barrier, being that it's a focus of kinetic energy, and Force energy, that stands as an obstacle for a burst of power," he explained, focusing with the Force while still demonstrating the motions with telepathy.

"This will lead to Tutaminis, which has two forms to it. You will learn of them when we get to that point," said Ruthric, now closing his eyes to see better in the Force. "Force Deflection is a small condensed version of Force Barrier, covering your palm or an area in front of you. It's meant not to stop a blast of energy, but to divert it. With a certain amount of skill, and practice," he added, "You'll be able to redirect it to your opponents, turning their attack into your own." The assassin sensed the acolyte's motions through the Force, forming a slight barrier in front of his hand. "Reflexes are more important in this aspect than others based on the speed you'll have to defend at. Most bursts of energy are very quick, leaving minimal time to react," he continued.

Looking to the side of the training room, Ruthric spotted a group of slaves wandering through the halls, just outside the entrance. He quickly threw them a mental order, telling them to enter the training room and assist them in their training. "One of these slaves will shoot at you. The most basic of energy-based attacks to defend against is the bolt of a blaster pistol or rifle, and its trajectory will continue forward even when you deflect it. Keep this in mind when you practice it," he instructed, opening his eyes now.

Turning his attention to the closest slave, Ruthric tossed a pistol and held it with the Force. He ordered the slave to take it, wait a moment, an shoot at the acolyte's shoulder. If he failed in deflecting the attack, he wound not be mortally wounded. The sting would teach him pain, though, and give him a means of needing to defend himself. Perhaps if he was willing to hone his skills after learning the ability, he would even be able to completely redirect a shot back at the slave, instead of knocking it to the side.

 

[Dinkus Mayhem]

This new student, Ichabod he was called, went through the motions of learning some of the very same lessons Kattatha had. As the wookie watched he made a point of storing away each bit of knowledge shared by Ruthric, even though he was not the primary beneficiary of the lessons he could learn something from them none the less.

 

[Zach]

((You guys can work this out between yourselves through VMs or PMs or whatever, but I'm down for a group training thread or responding to each post individually as if it was a personalized training session. In the beginning of your next post (both of you), let me know which you would prefer.))

 

[Crystalmath]

((I'm cool with either))

Ichabod readied himself for the oncoming laser fire as the slave clutched hold of the pistol, though instead of forming a barrier on his hands, Ichabod kept his previous barrier from dissipating, leaving it hovering, invisible to the eyes, infront of him. The slave shot the first blast and Ichabod moved the barrier into the way of the shot, only for the shot to carry through and strike the Yaka in the shoulder. Ichabod yelped and blood burst from the simmering wound, the stench of burning flesh wafting from it. Ichabod stared at the injury fascinated, biting his lower lip as blood trickled out down his cybernetic arm.

Returning his attention to the slave, Ichabod furrowed his brow and in a demanding tone yelled, "Fire again." The slave proceeded to do so and Ichabod focused on increasing the strength of the barrier, bringing more air into the wall which was becoming more visible as a thin twitching mass of winds. The blast sped across the room towards him and Ichabod moved the barrier accordingly, the shot striking the barrier, distorting and being flung off into the corner of the room. "Again." Ichabod ordered and the slave obeyed. The cybernetic enhancements given to all Yaka at birth began to readjust the angles of the barrier to alter the direction the shot would be deflected. Again it hit the barrier and was this time thrown towards the Wookie near Ruthric, sailing just over the Acolytes furry white head.

"Again." The slave fired once more, the shot striking the writhing mass of air and force energy and was this time shot back towards him, striking him in the shin and leaving a gaping gash that seeped blood onto the floor. The slave yelped and fell to his knee, clutching at the injury with a look of pain writhing across his face. "Again." Ichabod grinned as the slave nervously glanced at Ruthric before getting back to his feet, stumbling slightly and firing the pistol once more at the Acolyte. The shot was again deflected successfully and again travelled towards the slave, hitting the fingers that were wrapped around the handle of the pistol and leaving them bloodied stumps. The weapon fell to the ground with a clang and the slave stared at his bloodied hand in horrified silence, trying his best not to scream, knowing it would mean his certain death.

A single word sent fear through the slave, a word he'd learnt to fear in only a few seconds as Ichabod muttered, "Again." Tears welled up in the slaves eyes as he bent down to pick the pistol up with his other hand. It was resting in a small pool of blood that was still leaking from his leg. Picking the weapon up, the slave aimed it the acolyte and shut his eyes as he fired. The blast once more struck the barrier and was deflected. His programming was becoming highly adept at altering the trajectory of return fire and this time it went perfectly. The shot returned directly down the barrel of the pistol that had shot it and the gun burst in the slaves hand. Shards of metal sprayed out from the small explosion, lacerating the slave in numerous places, chunks of pistol lodged in his hand, arm, chest, face and single shard had burst through his left eye. The slave looked a bloodied mess but he stood standing in silence, his lips quivering in unspoken pain as blood dripped down his face.

Even though the pistol was broken, Ichabod was still not entirely convinced he was adept enough with the new ability and so he projected the force barrier forwards, condensing it in size as it sped towards the slave. But a small orb of writhing energy and air, Ichabod forced it into the slaves mouth then forced it to rapidly expand. The pressure proved too much for the slave, blood burst from his nose, ears and tear ducts, his eyes bulged and with an audible pop once could see his skull crack. The slave collapsed to the floor.

Turning to Ruthric, Ichabod bowed, "Thank you, this is...nice. What would you recommend next?"

 

[Zach]

((Sorry I took so long. Been swamped with work.))

The deflected blaster bolt ricocheted back to the slave's pistol hand, shattering the metal and sparking the pieces into his body. The slave had taken an incredible wound from the shrapnel, his eye now bleeding a gooey red and white substance. As Ichabod continued the ability and shifted his concentration to move the barrier of Force energy, he pushed it upon the slave's head, moving inside its mouth. The barrier was condensed and compressed with pure Force, and expanded inside his skull. The slave's cranium exploded and Ruthric watched in admiration. The student had not only performed Force Deflection well, but had begun learning the technique of Force Repulse. "Very good," he complimented, taking a step closer. "Your little trick at the end shows you have promise. You learn quickly, and are not completely incompetent with the Force," he said loftily with a wink. Assuming the acolyte would catch that he was just poking fun, Ruthric continued and faced the pair of acolytes.

"Each of you have performed well in learning Force Barrier and Force Deflection. Now, I believe it's time to move on to Tutaminis. This is a more complex ability, but easy once you get a feel for how it works," he informed them reassuringly. Once again, he opened his mind, expressing his motions with the Force telepathically with his students. The assassin actively thought of the separate steps and progression to form the ability, gathering a small amount of energy before his hands.

Motion to a another slave to fire at him, Ruthric prepared himself with techniques of Force Grip, Force Barrier, and Force Deflection in catching the bolt of energy and holding its energy. Ruthric quickly dissipated the energy, spreading it thin and expanding it outward. This was an alternate technique to redirecting an attack back, or deflected one astray, but still a useful one. It was the learning step to absorbing the energy, conducting it in the user's own way.

He grasped the energy and faded it out, repeatedly doing the motion at a slowed pace so the others could learn. It would be possible for the acolytes to catch the energy but not successfully disperse it, but it would not be lethal. Even if they partially dispersed the blast, it would still be a sign of learning and progression.

 

[Crystalmath]

Ichabod glanced at the Wookie as Ruthric spoke to them, his eyes curious, unsure of what to expect from his fellow acolyte who'd been training under this Master for some time before his arrival. His focus quickly returned though, his head snapping back to the Sith Master as he ordered the slave to fire at him. Ruthrics mind was open and every movement he made was easily visible to the Yaka thanks to it, hopefully allowing him to better mimic the technique he was watching progress. The force was warped between the Master's hands, numerous techniques in use as one and as the blaster fired the energy in the bolt itself was absorbed by Ruthrics hands and dispersed.

Ichabod was slightly awed by the sight as it was the first time he'd seen it in action, something potentially so lethal waved away with a hand. It was also mildly depressing, the potential for pain was lost to the technique as well but in the name of survival it was for the best.

Straightening himself, Ichabod replayed Ruthric's actions in his head as the slave aimed the pistol at him. The slave fired and Ichabod jumbled Force grip, pull and push and the shot didn't make it to his hand instead swerving wildly off course, hitting the roof, due to the force deflect he'd generated by mistake. Gritting his teeth with slight embarrassment, Ichabod held back and waited for the Wookies turn to see how he'd progressed under Ruthric's tutelage before he tried again.

 

[Zach]

Although the blast from the slave's pistol ricocheted from the acolyte's grasp, it was still successfully deflected. Although he hadn't successfully been able to hold the energy in place and disperse it, it was still a valiant attempt. The assassin watched as the student mimicked his motions in the Force, sensing his awareness and attention to the demonstration. Ruthric reached out, sensing on connecting with Ichabod's signature in the Force. He further concentrated on the telepathic bond he held with the students and motioned for the slave to perform again.

This time, Ichabod would be able to see the technique more clearly, incorporating the different techniques into a melded form. He'd grasped the initial concept of merging the abilities together, but was still rough around keeping it all concentrated at once. The aspect of push and pull were not so much important as forming a slight barrier while incorporating the Force to grasp the energy, holding it in place. From there, the Force user would be able to spread the energy thin and disperse it.

As the Sith Master thought out the process and structure of the ability, he acted in the Force, enunciating each motion so Ichabod and Kattatha would sense it easily. The technique could be mimicked, and the energy could be grasped, but would they have the strength and will to control it during dispersion? Should either of them successfully grab hold of a shot, but injure themselves from attempting to contain it, he would stand ready with Force Heal to ensure their quick recovery.

 

[Crystalmath]

Ichabod focused, sensing the motions that Ruthric acted out as the Slave fired his pistol again. Through the force he grasped hold of the energy projectile, feeling the burning sensation through the air, every atom shaking wildly in its wake and he grasped them, slowed them, pulled them back,held them in place as he formed a barrier around it and within it, air whirling briskly from all corners of the room to create the solid structure that penetrated the projectile to the core and eventually tore it apart in a sizzling yet barely audible spark, it's energy dissipating weakly through the air.

Ichabod grinned, he hadn't performed the technique quite like Ruthric had, but it seemed to have worked. He glanced at the wookie, awaiting him to follow suite.

 

[Zach]

Ruthric inclined his head to the acolyte with a smile of appreciation. The acolyte's skills of progression had nearly matched his own at that time, catching on quickly to the techniques. Ruthric hadn't even introduced utilizing a barrier within a contained amount of space, which led into Force Repulse, but the student was learning quickly. His progression through the defensive technique had impressed him, picking up the traits and qualities of similar abilities and incorporating them into combinations. It was a wise and tactical approach, would serve him well in the future against other Force sensitives.

"Your use of telekinetics are impressive, acolyte," he commended, averting his eyes to meet Ichabod's gaze. "Not many have learned as quickly as you, incorporating similar abilities into a singular technique. What you just did was practice even further in the skills of Force Repulse. Every aspect of telekinesis can be used to enhance its other forms, in some way or another. Dispersing the energy like that was smart, as anyone attacking you closely thinking you're distracted could get knocked away from the pulse or shot from a redirection," he continued, opening his mind telepathically to an extent so Ichabod could better understand his meaning.

"I believe you're ready to begin learning Tutaminis, Force Asborb," he added, grinning widely. Again, he took a stance before the slaves, mentally ordering one to fire at him. At first, the assassin had approached it as he normally would, reaching nothing more than a hand in front of him. The bolt nearly made contact with the palm of his prosthetic hand, coming short against a thin bowl of telekinetic energy. The surface was caved on one side, scooping the energy in a clutch as he wrapped the rest of his energy around it. The mechanical fingers closed as the energy was halted and absorbed, spread thin and able to be converted to his own power.

The motion was swift and precise, but he quickly realized that the demonstration had been hasty. Again ordering the slave to fire at him, he dispersed the absorbed energy and refocused, once again preparing to absorb the blast. This time when the shot whirled at him, he lifted his left arm toward the slave and grasped the energy in his hand, slowly using the Force to grasp hold of it and maintain its energy. Still focusing on the telepathic bond between the others, he demonstrated the motions behind slowly relating to its power and absorbing it. He merged it with his own power, gathering it in his focus in the Force.

He was able to redirect it in a converted stage, allowing it an outlet through boosting his own power with an ability. As he continued his concentration, the blaster bolt absorbed into the Sith master's palm, shortly changing to a singular bolt of electricity. The lightning sparked around his fingers for a half-second before firing at the slave, leaving a scorched and burned mark on his skin.

Looking to Ichabod, Ruthric said, "Focus only on absorbing the energy. Once you successfully do that, concentration on maintaining its power, allowing yourself to gather it in focus," he instructed, meaning to teach the acolyte how to properly disperse of excess energy before teaching how to utilize it to your own advantage. Some abilities and the finesse of such techniques were simply too much to absorb and convert, throwing it back at an enemy, where some would have to be dispersed in order to maintain control.

 

[Crystalmath]

Ichabod tried not to grin, a twisted smile breaking out across his face as the Sith Master doted appraisal and he bowed his head in thanks. He watched as Ruthric ordered the slave to fire at him, trying to absorb as much knowledge of how the Sith incorporated the technique as possible, though initially failing to frip the concept completely until Ruthric ordered the slave to fire a second time, their telepathic connection aiding the young Yaka in sensing the directions the force flowed from the taller Sith, the necessary concentration on the certain areas of the plasma bolt and and the air surrounding it and around his hands becoming clear to him as he nodded at the slave to fire at him as well.

He held his right hand outstretched before him, concentrating on producing a slight force barrier around his palm as well as keeping his aim on the plasma bolts trajectory as it sailed through the air towards him. Moving his hand slightly, he felt the tip of the bolt impact on the force barrier held in his hand and he gripped the blast, surrounding it in the force, clutching it in an evershrinking bubble of energy which compacted the blast tightly. He tuned himself to the force flowing through the bolt and for a brief moment, it felt as though he was one with it, he could feel a sudden surge of energy that widened his eyes and caused his mouth to hang barely open as though he were a dimwit as the blast ceased its existence, being absorbed into his palm as the bubble contracted further. Ichabods mind drifted from the task at hand as he stood, somewhat bewildered by his first experience of energy absorption, returning a split-second later as he shot the force barrier in his hand back out into the air towards the slave with more strength behind it then he'd previously been capable of doing with such little effort, a solid block of kinetic energy, visible only due to how it cut through the air as it traveled towards the slave, smacking him in the chest and hurtling him head over heels backwards on the ground.

The immense satisfaction at his achievement was obvious, a broad grin crossing his face and he bowed his head once again to Ruthric, his voice almost giddy, "Thank you master, I hadn't expected to be able to pick up such uses of the force in such short a time, you're a truly fantastic teacher. Can this ability be used to absorb force attacks?"

 

[Zach]

((FYI, Force Barrier can't really be used as an offensive technique. For blasts in the Force that are stronger, a reinforced blast of kinetic energy, or emphasized Force Push is basically like a pillar slamming into something. Reason I bring it up is because there was recently a debate on which Telekinetic techniques are considered offensive and which are considered defensive.))

The student performed as expected during the first attempt of the ability, absorbing the energy through the Force. He was quick to learn, as he continued with blasting out the focused energy into a much stronger blast of kinetic force. The slave whirled from where he stood, slamming into the back wall with an audible crack. There were sure to be a cluster of broken bones somewhere, but the important thing was that Ichabod had learned to utilize the Force into increasing his own performance.

When he asked the Sith Master of possibly converting it into other energy, the assassin smiled. Ruthric had planned to teach him just that, as the finishing technique of Tutaminis, aside from learning to absorb and project one-handed. That, however, came with experience and trained skill. Perhaps with progress in training and achieved ranks, he would be able to absorb and conduct simultaneously.

"Yes, there is a way. The most commonly used technique for this would be with Force Lightning," he replied, meeting his gaze. "However, you've already grasped the basic concept of its use. The absorption of the blaster's energy was near-flawless, and your exerted use in the Force with kinetic energy was already strengthened," he continued. Ruthric meant that he should try to focus all his efforts on redirecting the energy, more than containing and suppressing it, or conducting it into different abilities. The core of his priorities in its development was to be used as an amplifier, or a catalyst.

As he thought about this, his constant senses in the Force continued his open thoughts to the students, telepathically informing them of the technique. The forms and motions through the Force had already been sensed through his demonstration, and further understanding of the concept would surely lead them to be able to conduct the energy in other forms from their own accord. "After this, we will move on to a more basic, but precise ability in telekinesis," he informed him, focusing on the slaves to perform the ability with them again.

 

[Dinkus Mayhem]

With great interested the Wookie, Kattatha, watched as Ruthric instructed the other Acolyte. Though he did not participate in this first hand there was knowledge to be gained, even more so since Ruthric was generous enough to telepathically impart information about the techniques to him.

While some Sith would withhold information to keep themselves in power, this man seemed to do the opposite. He gave freely of his wisdom, ensuring that the strongest would have a chance to learn and add to the might of the Sith. This was something Kattatha respected very much, and he found himself admiring the strength and courage this man exuded. To go to such lengths to ensure powerful Sith rose through the ranks certainly put himself at risk of being challenged, but he did not seem fearful of this.

So confident was he in his own power that he must not care how strong others become. Kathatha would do all he could to learn from him. "After this, we will move on to a more basic, but precise ability in telekinesis. At this Kattatha stepped forward, eager to take his turn.

 

[Crystalmath]

Ichabod nodded in understanding before turning his focus back on the slave. With a mutter of "Fire." The slave fired another shot that again hit Ichabods force-encased palm where it was engulfed, the energy torn apart and split into basic particles against his skin, absorbed and transfered throughout his body for a second as Ichabod recalled just how Ruthric had telepathically showed him how to use Force Lightning. After that second, Ichabods eyes opened wide, blue sparks crackled out from his skin around his shoulders and head, searing through the air around him in sizzling snaps as though his being was a thundercloud of the force. It lasted briefly and Ichabod gasped as when it was done, he'd never attempted to use the power before and he was uncertain he'd used it correctly, it'd been more raw than he'd seen when utilised by others.

Taking a few steps back, he glanced up at the massive wookie who now seemed eager to recommence his own training and smiling at Ruthric, Ichabod bowed his head, "Sir, I think we're ready."

 

[jenobi]

Keldreia was out and about on Korriban, just recently she had completed her joining of the Sith. It has been a couple of months since then learning how to hone her skills and her connection to the dark side of the force. Keldreia's feet would look like she was hovering as she moved. The dark side of the force always flowed naturally through Keldreia but were her old master failed her she would try to find a new one or hone her skills.

She just recently found out that there was a group of people honing there connection to the force. So what better way then to join them and perfect her art. After a couple of hours walking she finally arrived were she observed individuals training she would wait to be acknowledge before she would interrupt there was no rush today.

 

[Zach]

Ruthric watched as Kattatha stepped forward, observing the techniques closely and taking in the demonstration before attempting it himself. Ichabod had continued his practice of Tutaminis, ordering the slave to fire once more, and absorbing the energy. The acolyte's attempt at producing lightning from the gathered energy was unrefined and uncoordinated, sparking erratically around his body, but it was done in a fashion that was similar to another technique. Although this wouldn't be covered in this class, the lightning had formed around his shoulders and head in the beginning steps of Lightning Shield. Perhaps in the future, Ruthric would further instruct how to develop this technique.

As each of the acolytes approached him, ready for the next technique he had in mind, a third entered the room. he turned his gaze to the girl calmly, moving only his eyes as he watched her. His use of telepathy had allowed him a limited amount of knowledge, revealing only her intention and state of mind in her appearance. From what he could tell, she'd meant to seek out others with whom she could learn. She waited, however, wanting to be acknowledged before including herself.

He turned his face to her with a light smile and raised an arm, beckoning her closer. "No need to be shy, miss," he greeted, motioning so it was obvious that she would be welcome in the group. "If it's training you seek, then you've found it." Whether she would request to start the lesson from the beginning, or continue with those that had already started, he did not know, but either approach would be acceptable.

Ruthric turned to Ichabod and Kattatha, focusing on three slaves to come forth. As they approached, the assassin explained what he had in mind for the next step of their tutelage. "A very basic, but effective technique can be exercised on your opponents. For one, it can be used persuasively, to obtain what is necessary. Other means of its uses could be merely to stun your target, or even cause enough internal pain to cause their will to fight to fade," he explained.

As the first slave came closest to the Ruthric, the assassin raised his arm and clenched his fingers, gripping the intended area with the Force. The insides of the slave clenched, pushing against each other and grinding uncomfortably. "Force Wound," he said, narrowing his eyes at the slave. His facial expressions were obvious, twisting to reveal features of grotesque pain from the feeling. "Reaching out with the Force, you will often be able to bypass the protective means of armor and lightsabers. The ability in itself is no more than Force Grip, but its true talent lies in your finesse and precision," he continued, twisting and turning the man's insides to cause him to double over. "There are several other variations of this technique, but only progress in how you affect the target. Ruthric spoke of clenching the esophagus, or even expanding the flesh inside to close itself, or even twitching the vulnerable insides of a being that could kill them outright. Certain species would react differently, as some of their biological anatomy differed drastically, but it was the same general concept.

 

[jenobi]

Keldreia approached the one who had spoken to her. Keep caution of her surroundings for any possible trickery. "Thank you I would enjoy the chance to hone some of my skills if at all possible to learn some new ones as well." Keldreia keep an eye on the others here, her eyes glowing a hint of red. With a few black tendrils surrounding her feet.


"So..what are we doing right now don't re trace your steps on the account of me. I will start were you all have left off."

 

[Crystalmath]

"You're lucky you're just in time," Ichabod smirked glancing at the taller newcomer, "Master Segra keeps his mind open so it's easy for us to follow."

Focusing on the slave Ruthric had just wounded, Ichabod focused through the force, he was already relatively adept at using precise telekenisis, he'd used it numerous times before but using it inside another body was something new for him, thankfully, with his mind detailing the instruction Ruthric was telepathically relaying it was relatively simple to grasp. The force emanated from him towards the slave, sinking into his skin and clutching around the bones of one of the fingers in his left hand. With a grunt, Ichabod telekenetically tore the bone from the mans hand, the bone burst through the top layer of skin on his finger, jutting out in a small spurt of blood and leaving the muscular remains of the finger flopping beneath it. Ichabod repeated the action on the other three fingers in his hand to make sure he got the hang of it, a grin spreading across his face with each scream of pain. He loved the slaves this place had at their disposal for such purposes. As he continued along each finger he attempted to open his own mind to the newcomer and the wookie so they too would be able to try the technique.

 

[Zach]

((Sorry it took so long! :D))

Ruthric turned to the acolyte as he demonstrated the technique. he'd worked precisely, on the individual bones and fragmented section of the slave's body. He would obviously have some talent in the persuasive arts. Upon further attempts, he would probably find it easier to accurately use telekinesis inside of a target's body, either etching away at a specific pinpointed spot, or attacking the direct nerve of an opponent.

The newcomer had decided to continue with the others, watching intently as the power was demonstrated. Ruthric again waited for the Wookiee to demonstrate, but turned back to the others, reaching out to the slaves. "Very good, Ichabod. You've already gotten a feel for the precise usage of the Force, to target a specific part, and your effects prove to be rather effective with interrogative tactics," he complimented, giving the student a smile of approval.

The students around the Sith Master remained attentive, linked to his telepathic connection to their Force signatures and allowing each other's meaning to be fully understood. The Force reached through him, pulsing into the pit of the slave's stomach and emanating for a moment. He felt the thin lining between the man's stomach and its acid, etching away at it with telekinesis corrosively. The slave cringed a bit, feeling the burning of his stomach lining, and eventually doubled over in pain. By the time the hole was wide enough to begin draining the acid, it was leaked into the bloodstream, effectively killing the subject.

This was a demonstration of Force Kill, or even just a more precisely hone variant of Force Wound, but there were ways to technically grasp the brain of a weaker-minded and yank it from the stem. the precision needed sometimes varied, but it was still an impressive tactic.

As the students would watch and learn just by observing, Ruthric turned to another slave. "Try to exercise choking one of the slaves," he instructed, ready to do the same thing with the slave before him. "If not only pushing in around the man's throat, try focusing on the throat itself, closing it up from the inside in a retraction," he recommended, turning to the targets in preparation.