Isaac stood in the center of the training room within the Umbara Academy, a location he found himself visiting quite a bit. Despite leaving the confines of the competition that plauged him and his brother back home, he couldn't shake off his old habits. Whenever there was a dull moment or his mind became clouded, he always found himself wandering away to a spot to drill. The exeration was familiar and almost comforting to him, allowing him to think.
Once more, infuriatingly, the catalyst for the visit was the memories and thoughts of home. A reoccuring itch that wouldn't go away. When they infected his mind again only a short hour ago, he immediately tried to remedy the issue with a trip to the elongated training room. Instead of the more formal attire he wore, it was subsitited for clothing more form fitting, a tight black tank top, pants, and boots. His lightsaber was strapped to back of right shoulder, the weapon holstered as he mainly practiced with his knives this time.
Isaac stood across a dummy that had already seen better days. Multiple deep lacerations were made against the human-shaped body, clearly being the victim of "someones" venting. The Sith breathed heavily as he had just recently finished a quick flurry, a bead of sweat carving down his angled face. But, as he stared at the blank face that was the dummy, quick flashes of both his father and brother's face quickly replaced it, mockingly still standing against him. His gaze fixated on the recognizable faces, the subdued flame within him easily re-ignited once more.
Fueled by the dark side, the faces of his family solidified as Isaac pulled out both his knives in a blur and went on the attack again. As he stepped forward, he flung the first knife straight through the "heart" of the dummy. His next step, he pulled the knife back with the force before throwing the one in his left hand, repeating the process with each alternate step. The repeated succession of the knives puncturing dummy also made it seem akin to a yo-yo, the final step being finished with catching the right blade and finally drilling the dummy right between the eyes with the last throw.
The force of the throw made the dummy collapse backward with him standing over it. His gaze locked on the face once again, finding it back to normal and blank. Isaac let out a quiet and displeased, "Hmmm," before recalling the blade with the force.
@Arcangel
Once more, infuriatingly, the catalyst for the visit was the memories and thoughts of home. A reoccuring itch that wouldn't go away. When they infected his mind again only a short hour ago, he immediately tried to remedy the issue with a trip to the elongated training room. Instead of the more formal attire he wore, it was subsitited for clothing more form fitting, a tight black tank top, pants, and boots. His lightsaber was strapped to back of right shoulder, the weapon holstered as he mainly practiced with his knives this time.
Isaac stood across a dummy that had already seen better days. Multiple deep lacerations were made against the human-shaped body, clearly being the victim of "someones" venting. The Sith breathed heavily as he had just recently finished a quick flurry, a bead of sweat carving down his angled face. But, as he stared at the blank face that was the dummy, quick flashes of both his father and brother's face quickly replaced it, mockingly still standing against him. His gaze fixated on the recognizable faces, the subdued flame within him easily re-ignited once more.
Fueled by the dark side, the faces of his family solidified as Isaac pulled out both his knives in a blur and went on the attack again. As he stepped forward, he flung the first knife straight through the "heart" of the dummy. His next step, he pulled the knife back with the force before throwing the one in his left hand, repeating the process with each alternate step. The repeated succession of the knives puncturing dummy also made it seem akin to a yo-yo, the final step being finished with catching the right blade and finally drilling the dummy right between the eyes with the last throw.
The force of the throw made the dummy collapse backward with him standing over it. His gaze locked on the face once again, finding it back to normal and blank. Isaac let out a quiet and displeased, "Hmmm," before recalling the blade with the force.
@Arcangel
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