Vren was outside the temple, standing at the edge of the training ground and specifically where the dummies were stationed. The sun shone brightly, rays of it piercing through the broken pillars and arches, illuminating his silvery-white hair as thin lines of sweat carved down his torso. He was by himself and shirtless, letting his back soak in the rays as he stared across from him and right into the painted eyes of the dummy that he was sparring with. Whenever the padawan wanted to think or clear his mind, he always went to the grounds.
The two stared at each other for an intense few moments, both of their faces unchanging until Vren did the first move. His right came out lightning quick, committing a jab to the sternum before he pulled and ducked, another jab in the same area once more before he stood to his full height quickly and gave an uppercut with the other hand to the chin. The Echani would step back after, dodging invisible strikes that he conjured in his mind as he would dip left, right, low, and even jump above a kick. When the dummy finished his invisible flurry of attacks, Vren stepped back up to the dummy, striking near the head while also deflecting any of the pegs that stuck out from the fake humanoid.
After a few minutes, the consistency of the strikes slowed as did the impact. Vren's breathing grew louder but not to the point where he was absolutely fatigued. Eventually, the last strike would come in the form of another jab but would crumble once it made a connection, the Echani stepping back afterward and staring at his opponent almost in defeat.
There was no movement, no reading, no connection to what he was fighting. The dummy just accepted whatever he threw out and Vren could dodge whatever it "threw" at him. It was harder and harder to find fellow padawans to spar with, most of them want to train with their lightsabers in preparation for when they became Knights. That left Vren to work with the dummies and it was able to sate him at first but the effect was wearing off quickly. The same grin was plastered on the wooden face and would never change, making the Echani feel like he was just fighting with one arm tied behind his back.
With a soft exhale and out of nowhere, Vren suddenly spun in place and delivered a devastating kick right into the stomach of the dummy, making it slide back a foot or two as it rocked back and forth in place once it settled. The padawan stood back to his full height as he watched the grin swing back and forth, an air of disappointment surrounding him.
The two stared at each other for an intense few moments, both of their faces unchanging until Vren did the first move. His right came out lightning quick, committing a jab to the sternum before he pulled and ducked, another jab in the same area once more before he stood to his full height quickly and gave an uppercut with the other hand to the chin. The Echani would step back after, dodging invisible strikes that he conjured in his mind as he would dip left, right, low, and even jump above a kick. When the dummy finished his invisible flurry of attacks, Vren stepped back up to the dummy, striking near the head while also deflecting any of the pegs that stuck out from the fake humanoid.
After a few minutes, the consistency of the strikes slowed as did the impact. Vren's breathing grew louder but not to the point where he was absolutely fatigued. Eventually, the last strike would come in the form of another jab but would crumble once it made a connection, the Echani stepping back afterward and staring at his opponent almost in defeat.
There was no movement, no reading, no connection to what he was fighting. The dummy just accepted whatever he threw out and Vren could dodge whatever it "threw" at him. It was harder and harder to find fellow padawans to spar with, most of them want to train with their lightsabers in preparation for when they became Knights. That left Vren to work with the dummies and it was able to sate him at first but the effect was wearing off quickly. The same grin was plastered on the wooden face and would never change, making the Echani feel like he was just fighting with one arm tied behind his back.
With a soft exhale and out of nowhere, Vren suddenly spun in place and delivered a devastating kick right into the stomach of the dummy, making it slide back a foot or two as it rocked back and forth in place once it settled. The padawan stood back to his full height as he watched the grin swing back and forth, an air of disappointment surrounding him.
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