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"Move your feet. Mobility is a tool," Tharrow said calmly to his student. Clad in a light tunic, the master's violet lightsaber was held in a defensive posture while his student was armed with a durasteel training saber. A durasteel cargo bay surrounded them, providing ample training space aboard the Crusader's personal vessel.
It had been over a month since Mikelus had submitted to Tharrow's tutelage, and with the boy's previous knowledge of sparring he had progressed in their short time to at least provide a challenge to the experienced warrior. The Sith engaged again, charging forward with deadly precision.
Tharrow was on him in but a moment, his speed augmented by drawing on the Force. He delivered a quick cut aimed at his opponent's kidney before stepping back and transitioning fluidly into a strong thrust. Tharrow's vicious style was that of Vaapad, which required the practitioner to savor combat. Reaching within himself, Tharrow drew strength from the emotions roiling in his soul, and transferred this energy into his attacks.
It had been over a month since Mikelus had submitted to Tharrow's tutelage, and with the boy's previous knowledge of sparring he had progressed in their short time to at least provide a challenge to the experienced warrior. The Sith engaged again, charging forward with deadly precision.
Tharrow was on him in but a moment, his speed augmented by drawing on the Force. He delivered a quick cut aimed at his opponent's kidney before stepping back and transitioning fluidly into a strong thrust. Tharrow's vicious style was that of Vaapad, which required the practitioner to savor combat. Reaching within himself, Tharrow drew strength from the emotions roiling in his soul, and transferred this energy into his attacks.