"Again." The Mandalorian Jedi got back up on his feet after eating dirt after one of Russel Monti's counter attacks.
Ruus'all Solus got back into his stance and ignited his teal lightsaber, holding the hilt with two hands. "Man, you sure like to show off." Ruus teased, swinging his saber aggressively in a repetition of momentous strikes. Russel held a stoic gaze as he seemed to deflect the oncoming attacks with ease.
"I do not gloat, Apprentice." His master corrected, both sabers now in contact with each other. The two stared each other down, Ruus pushing harder and harder with his forearms to break through the block and best the older and wizened man who took him in. But instead, Russel used Ruus's weight against him, side stepping to the left allowing Ruus to forceful shove his saber into the sand, but the Mando brought the saber up in a diagonal swing towards Russel's chest in one fluid motion to which the older man blocked the attack. "Skill comes with hard work. And I've worked hard." Russel smiled warmly.
Ruus'all didn't stop there, swinging again and again in a flurry of blows, honing his blade with valor into every controlled swing. Russel's eyes narrowed as the fight became more intense, but continued to stay on the defensive, taking each blow with a quick block. Ruus striked again and again, bringing his arms up above his head and his blade tilted down towards his target's chest, slashing diagonally again from the shoulders towards the sternum. "So have I!" Then he got a little more complex, bringing his arms down level with his chest to swing vertically up and then down again flowing into quicker and more powerful diagonal strikes from before- all the while Russel remained calm and collected.
After Ruus's jab was blocked, they kept their sabers at the ready as they both began slowly pacing in a tight circle. "Indeed you have. You have made your Clan proud, you know. Including myself! You're quite the warrior." Russel complimented. "Well...I had a pretty good teacher." Ruus smirked as he attacked suddenly, and in a flurry of cyan and blue, the fight continued with the usual of Ruus on the offensive and Russel on the defensive.
Then came Russel's disarming move, clashing the sabers together and then twisting his wrist up and around in a circle that would've flicked Ruus's saber out of his hands but Ruus knew how to counter the counter and pulled his saber back to avoid the wrist flick. Ruus then batted the opposing saber into the sand and then swung up and to the side, sending Russel's saber flying into the air. Ruus swung his saber towards Russel's neck but stopped before the blade made contact.
Russel didn't look surprised at all, and only smiled. "Well done, Ruus'all! Once you master Form V, we can further your abilities in Vaapad." Russel brought his lightsaber hilt into his hands as Ruus deactivated his own and buckled it to his utility belt. "Sounds like a plan." Ruus smiled back, but he sensed that something was bothering his old master.
"What's up?" Hecasually asked the troubled Jedi Knight who put a hand on his bearded chin in a contemplative manner. "I am only thinking about Ajan Kloss and Dantooine." Ruus raised and eyebrow, "I uh...I know what your thinking, Monti." He placed a hand on Russel's shoulder and gave him a reasurring look. "It won't happen. Not while we're here. Yavin won't ever be lost." No matter how many Sith infested planets surround us. He didn't add that last part in. Russel's deep concern about the loss of the two Jedi Affiliated planets had made the older man concerned about the fate of one of the last remaining planets of the Jedi Order. Ruus'all felt bad, mostly, as he wasn't around when any of those fights took place but he was around now. That was what mattered.
Ruus sometimes daydreamed about going on a one-man crusade against the Sith, taking them all on by himself and defeating every red-sabered warrior one by one until eventually the Empress herself bent the knee to Ruus's might and mercy. Though that fantasy was a childish dream, he made a vow that he would avenge his fallen Jedi brothers and sisters and by the might of Mandalore, bring the Sith down to their knees.
Once...and for all.
"Ruus'all...If anything happens to me, I want you to take back my home." Ruus could tell his master was being serious now. Sometimes Ruus felt that all the training and practice the two went through was all for that soul purpose of reclaiming the lost planets of the Jedi- which didn't bother him. Master Monti was an admirable Jedi and Ruus would've been honored to take back those lost planets alongside his master. The Mando smirked and took a few steps back, igniting his cyan blade in his starting position with the blade poised up diagonally from the bottom of Ruus's hip with the tip of blade level with his left shoulder.
"Nothing will happen to you, Master- You've got a Mandalorian at your side!" Then Russel ignited his blue saber, and the two began a rematch.
Once and for all...Ruus'all repeated to himself like a creed to vanquish his enemies.
Ruus'all Solus got back into his stance and ignited his teal lightsaber, holding the hilt with two hands. "Man, you sure like to show off." Ruus teased, swinging his saber aggressively in a repetition of momentous strikes. Russel held a stoic gaze as he seemed to deflect the oncoming attacks with ease.
"I do not gloat, Apprentice." His master corrected, both sabers now in contact with each other. The two stared each other down, Ruus pushing harder and harder with his forearms to break through the block and best the older and wizened man who took him in. But instead, Russel used Ruus's weight against him, side stepping to the left allowing Ruus to forceful shove his saber into the sand, but the Mando brought the saber up in a diagonal swing towards Russel's chest in one fluid motion to which the older man blocked the attack. "Skill comes with hard work. And I've worked hard." Russel smiled warmly.
Ruus'all didn't stop there, swinging again and again in a flurry of blows, honing his blade with valor into every controlled swing. Russel's eyes narrowed as the fight became more intense, but continued to stay on the defensive, taking each blow with a quick block. Ruus striked again and again, bringing his arms up above his head and his blade tilted down towards his target's chest, slashing diagonally again from the shoulders towards the sternum. "So have I!" Then he got a little more complex, bringing his arms down level with his chest to swing vertically up and then down again flowing into quicker and more powerful diagonal strikes from before- all the while Russel remained calm and collected.
After Ruus's jab was blocked, they kept their sabers at the ready as they both began slowly pacing in a tight circle. "Indeed you have. You have made your Clan proud, you know. Including myself! You're quite the warrior." Russel complimented. "Well...I had a pretty good teacher." Ruus smirked as he attacked suddenly, and in a flurry of cyan and blue, the fight continued with the usual of Ruus on the offensive and Russel on the defensive.
Then came Russel's disarming move, clashing the sabers together and then twisting his wrist up and around in a circle that would've flicked Ruus's saber out of his hands but Ruus knew how to counter the counter and pulled his saber back to avoid the wrist flick. Ruus then batted the opposing saber into the sand and then swung up and to the side, sending Russel's saber flying into the air. Ruus swung his saber towards Russel's neck but stopped before the blade made contact.
Russel didn't look surprised at all, and only smiled. "Well done, Ruus'all! Once you master Form V, we can further your abilities in Vaapad." Russel brought his lightsaber hilt into his hands as Ruus deactivated his own and buckled it to his utility belt. "Sounds like a plan." Ruus smiled back, but he sensed that something was bothering his old master.
"What's up?" Hecasually asked the troubled Jedi Knight who put a hand on his bearded chin in a contemplative manner. "I am only thinking about Ajan Kloss and Dantooine." Ruus raised and eyebrow, "I uh...I know what your thinking, Monti." He placed a hand on Russel's shoulder and gave him a reasurring look. "It won't happen. Not while we're here. Yavin won't ever be lost." No matter how many Sith infested planets surround us. He didn't add that last part in. Russel's deep concern about the loss of the two Jedi Affiliated planets had made the older man concerned about the fate of one of the last remaining planets of the Jedi Order. Ruus'all felt bad, mostly, as he wasn't around when any of those fights took place but he was around now. That was what mattered.
Ruus sometimes daydreamed about going on a one-man crusade against the Sith, taking them all on by himself and defeating every red-sabered warrior one by one until eventually the Empress herself bent the knee to Ruus's might and mercy. Though that fantasy was a childish dream, he made a vow that he would avenge his fallen Jedi brothers and sisters and by the might of Mandalore, bring the Sith down to their knees.
Once...and for all.
"Ruus'all...If anything happens to me, I want you to take back my home." Ruus could tell his master was being serious now. Sometimes Ruus felt that all the training and practice the two went through was all for that soul purpose of reclaiming the lost planets of the Jedi- which didn't bother him. Master Monti was an admirable Jedi and Ruus would've been honored to take back those lost planets alongside his master. The Mando smirked and took a few steps back, igniting his cyan blade in his starting position with the blade poised up diagonally from the bottom of Ruus's hip with the tip of blade level with his left shoulder.
"Nothing will happen to you, Master- You've got a Mandalorian at your side!" Then Russel ignited his blue saber, and the two began a rematch.
Once and for all...Ruus'all repeated to himself like a creed to vanquish his enemies.
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