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Post by AtraVentus on Jun 1, 2011 21:32:05 GMT -5
The training room holds anything a young learner, or even a Master, could require to advance their abilities. They are able to utilize various training areas for sparring, athletics, and meditation.
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Post by AtraVentus on Jun 1, 2011 21:47:15 GMT -5
The training room was unusually quiet today. Most of the students had left to look into the local news in response to the explosion at the academy. Still, there are those that leave such matters to those who are meant for such things. A small group of learners huddled near the center training pad, staring towards what could only be described as a flowing light show. Standing in the center of a flurry of yellow glow was the Jedi Battlemaster Layia D'Hara.
Her yellow lightsaber flowed about with such grace and speed that it seemed a solid line as opposed to a sweeping arc. Surrounding her were three advanced training droids, each equipped with sabers of their own and were closing in on Layia. Her grace was apparent, not a single bead of sweat touching her pale flesh nor any visible change to her breathing. Here in the training room she was truly at peace. Her flashy flurry had served its purpose, ensuring the incoming combatants could only approach and do no more with their deadly weapons. Taking a step back the Battlemaster fell into the usual Soresu stance, though more relaxed than most. It seemed perfectly natural for her body to fall into such a form.
The nearest droid initiated its attack, coming in with an over-head cleaving strike. Pivoting on the spot with a yellow flash Layia's saber spun about, deflecting the course of the blow to her right side. Stepping into the now clear left side of the droid she transfered the saber to her left hand, deflecting the second droid's saber down before it could even begin its attack. With a flick of her wrist she severed the saber from the second droid, cartwheeling backwards to do the same to the first droid as it swung towards her back. Gracefully landing in a full crouch Layia's eyes were closed, head down, not seeing the approaching shadow.
The third and final droid brought his saber down towards the unsuspecting Jedi, showing no emotion as they had only programming. Raising her blade above her head Layia met the strike, pushing up with her blade and legs as she returned to a standing position, pivoting calmly as she extended her left palm into a powerful force push. The droid clattered to the ground, it's main chassis completely crushed by the force of the push. With a final hiss the yellow glow faded from the room, Layia's saber deactivating.
Layia's chest rose and fell slowly in unison with a long breath, a smile touching her soft features. "All yours, boys." The words flowed off her tongue with a mature tone, the pitch somewhat lower than expected and completely sensual in nature. She nodded towards the gathered learners before making her way out of the training halls and towards the Room of a Thousand Fountains with her dark purple hair flowing in her wake.
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