Post by Force_Flow on Aug 18, 2007 15:57:55 GMT -4
Jaing Stellar brought his blade up and turned his wrist on the forehand so that his recovery stroke took her in the temple with the lightsaber’s butt. Stunned, Skye Kellemann’s fingers slipped off the activation plate, blue fire hurriedly being swallowed by the metal hilt. Recovering just as fast, she lashed out with her right hand, driving a fist into his eyesocket. Jaing got a foot wedged in between them and shoved her away with a powerful thrust.
At the same instant, both of them backflipped into the air, landing on their feet in perfectly poised mirror images, blades whipping in identical slashes almost too fast to see. Blaster bolts from seeker droids whipped around them, but not one touched their skin. Blue and green lightsabers spun. While Jaing used his wrist to whack the energy bolts back to their target, Skye was taking advantage of her flexibility and moved both green lightsabers in a large protective energy circle around her.
Their eyes never left each other’s.
His blade whirled through the air.
Her’s whirled faster. She advanced.
The slashes never stopped. They would never stop. They flowed into the next with liquid precision. This constant near-invisible weave of energy is the ready-stance of something greater than Juyo. It wasn’t Vaapad, not quite. But in the same moment they both realized that they were taking two giant leaps into another form of lightsaber combat. Jaing cracked a smile.
“Give up yet?” he called through the whirring of the lightsaber blades.
Skye was concentrating too much to talk to him. Pushing off with her foot, she leapt. And she was on him. His entire world turned to green fire.
--
Jaing’s blade was everywhere.
Somehow he had turned her from offense to defense. This thought barely crossed her mind as she backpeddled, parrying frantically, struggling to absorb the shock of his attacks with bent arms. He was taller than her, with more muscle and more weight. She was being driven backwards like a child. Blue flame struck through her guard, and only a frantic turn of the head saved her from ‘the killing blow.’ She felt the pain of the tip of his lightsaber scrape her cheek.
Another quick flick of his wrists marked her own wrist, and her pant leg just above the knee. Gasping for breath, she didn’t see Jaing pivot. She didn’t see his leg come up. And she certainly didn’t see the boot attacked to the leg that snuffed out the world like a candle.
--
Jaing had lost control. He hadn’t meant to knock her out. It had been a reaction to bring his foot up and hit the side of her temple. She was thrown to the side with the power of that attack. She landed in a crumpled heap on the ground. Her eyes were closed.
“Damn,” Jaing muttered. He had lost. The terms of their fight was to give themselves to the Force and try not to lose control. He had. And so she had one. “Damn,” he repeated.
Her eyes opened and she groaned. “A little warning next time,” she said, sitting up. She rubbed her head, eyes closed in pain. “Where do you by those army boots, anyways?”
“Sorry,” Jaing said. He helped her up. A small twitch of her mind, and both lightsabers were sailing back to her hands. Both were covered in bruises. The fight must’ve lasted an hour, but the chrono said it had only been around ten minutes.
Both were exhausted.
Jaing and Skye limped over towards the water fountain. “We got it, though,” Skye said, drinking the merciful water. “We don’t need Shalin to teach us! We just have to concentrate and get into that state of mind again, but—“
“—only deeper,” Jaing finished. “I’m out for today, though. I have a feeling the Council wants a mission.”
Skye snorted. Leaning against the wall, the young girl looked out the window on the other side of the sparring mat. She wore one of her confusing smiles. She either knew something, was planning something, or just smiling in general. “I just got my Master,” she said thoughtfully. “And I guess she’s okay. But damn, she’s annoying.”
“She could probably say the same about you,” Jaing pointed out.
Skye shrugged. “It’s like she’s Jedi Rockface. All she does is correct me and lecture me.”
“Doesn’t talk to you?”
Skye shook her head. Jaing made a noise deep in his throat. “I have an idea,” he said finally.
“Do tell.”
I saw on the mission list: there’s one up there that calls for two Master-Padawan teams. You’ll love my apprentice. She’s a pretty nice girl.”
“I don’t do nice,” Skye said. She shrugged again. “I’ll go tell Master Disse about it. What’s it about?”
“There’s some pirate problems in the Mid-Rim,” Jaing explained. “Not a real big mission, but we get to dress in funny outfits and say Ar!”
Skye laughed. “The success of the mission depends on how well we can fake out other people? I’m in!”
“Sure,” Jaing said. “Now go to the MedBay and get those bruises fixed up or Disse will sue me for child abuse!”
Skye was already gone.
At the same instant, both of them backflipped into the air, landing on their feet in perfectly poised mirror images, blades whipping in identical slashes almost too fast to see. Blaster bolts from seeker droids whipped around them, but not one touched their skin. Blue and green lightsabers spun. While Jaing used his wrist to whack the energy bolts back to their target, Skye was taking advantage of her flexibility and moved both green lightsabers in a large protective energy circle around her.
Their eyes never left each other’s.
His blade whirled through the air.
Her’s whirled faster. She advanced.
The slashes never stopped. They would never stop. They flowed into the next with liquid precision. This constant near-invisible weave of energy is the ready-stance of something greater than Juyo. It wasn’t Vaapad, not quite. But in the same moment they both realized that they were taking two giant leaps into another form of lightsaber combat. Jaing cracked a smile.
“Give up yet?” he called through the whirring of the lightsaber blades.
Skye was concentrating too much to talk to him. Pushing off with her foot, she leapt. And she was on him. His entire world turned to green fire.
--
Jaing’s blade was everywhere.
Somehow he had turned her from offense to defense. This thought barely crossed her mind as she backpeddled, parrying frantically, struggling to absorb the shock of his attacks with bent arms. He was taller than her, with more muscle and more weight. She was being driven backwards like a child. Blue flame struck through her guard, and only a frantic turn of the head saved her from ‘the killing blow.’ She felt the pain of the tip of his lightsaber scrape her cheek.
Another quick flick of his wrists marked her own wrist, and her pant leg just above the knee. Gasping for breath, she didn’t see Jaing pivot. She didn’t see his leg come up. And she certainly didn’t see the boot attacked to the leg that snuffed out the world like a candle.
--
Jaing had lost control. He hadn’t meant to knock her out. It had been a reaction to bring his foot up and hit the side of her temple. She was thrown to the side with the power of that attack. She landed in a crumpled heap on the ground. Her eyes were closed.
“Damn,” Jaing muttered. He had lost. The terms of their fight was to give themselves to the Force and try not to lose control. He had. And so she had one. “Damn,” he repeated.
Her eyes opened and she groaned. “A little warning next time,” she said, sitting up. She rubbed her head, eyes closed in pain. “Where do you by those army boots, anyways?”
“Sorry,” Jaing said. He helped her up. A small twitch of her mind, and both lightsabers were sailing back to her hands. Both were covered in bruises. The fight must’ve lasted an hour, but the chrono said it had only been around ten minutes.
Both were exhausted.
Jaing and Skye limped over towards the water fountain. “We got it, though,” Skye said, drinking the merciful water. “We don’t need Shalin to teach us! We just have to concentrate and get into that state of mind again, but—“
“—only deeper,” Jaing finished. “I’m out for today, though. I have a feeling the Council wants a mission.”
Skye snorted. Leaning against the wall, the young girl looked out the window on the other side of the sparring mat. She wore one of her confusing smiles. She either knew something, was planning something, or just smiling in general. “I just got my Master,” she said thoughtfully. “And I guess she’s okay. But damn, she’s annoying.”
“She could probably say the same about you,” Jaing pointed out.
Skye shrugged. “It’s like she’s Jedi Rockface. All she does is correct me and lecture me.”
“Doesn’t talk to you?”
Skye shook her head. Jaing made a noise deep in his throat. “I have an idea,” he said finally.
“Do tell.”
I saw on the mission list: there’s one up there that calls for two Master-Padawan teams. You’ll love my apprentice. She’s a pretty nice girl.”
“I don’t do nice,” Skye said. She shrugged again. “I’ll go tell Master Disse about it. What’s it about?”
“There’s some pirate problems in the Mid-Rim,” Jaing explained. “Not a real big mission, but we get to dress in funny outfits and say Ar!”
Skye laughed. “The success of the mission depends on how well we can fake out other people? I’m in!”
“Sure,” Jaing said. “Now go to the MedBay and get those bruises fixed up or Disse will sue me for child abuse!”
Skye was already gone.
