Making the warrior.

[Zasz Grimm]

Zasz had left Bast Castle- had left the nearly dead planet that was Vjun. But he did not leave alone. No, he had his apprentice with him. Grev Drasen. An apprentice that had proved himself more than once; especially in his trials of loyalty to him. He had swum in an icy cold lake, holding a rock that was roughly two hundred pounds, and made it to the other side, with it.

And managed to stay alive during the whole process.

He had decided that his training should become more intensive. The Dark Master would train his pupil more into the deadly arts. And he would do it on his own homeworld of Gallidorn. A planet that he was looked on like a king, an Emperor.

They'd been there several days. He had allowed Grev access to the large 'castle'. Given him a nice room, access to anywhere he'd like. But on this day, a nice sunny day, he was summoned to a place where the cityscape ended, and the jungle began.

Zasz was waiting there, a dual bladed lightsaber visible as it hung lightly beside him. He still wore his black drab.

[Grev Drasen]

Grev sat, his eyes roaming freely about the confines of the opulent chamber that had been called his own. Although he had been an occupant of the planet for days, he still hadn't grown accustomed to it; the grandiosity hadn't quite adjusted with him. For the past year or so he had been holed up in Coruscant's lower-levels. Now he was roving about Gallidorn with his master, Zasz Grimm, treated as if he were royalty.

The holocron had instructed for a meeting with Zasz at right around this hour. The coordinates led outside of the city, which gave Grev more than enough incentive to realize that his Master had another grueling session planned ahead for him. He had caught a glimpse of Gallidorn's expansive landscape when they had first landed on the planet. The jungle? He was never big on the outdoors.

As the hour began to close in a new one had began. Outside of the city gates he would find a familiar face minding him.

"A lovely day," he quipped as he bowed before Zasz. Rising to a stand, he carefully took in the scenic atmosphere. It was a sight to behold, especially for one whose conditions had consisted of duracrete and smog for nearly all of his life.

"You called for me?"

[Zasz Grimm]

"Yes. It's time to step it up in your training, Grev. The time for proving your loyalty is over. You have done such- and you have thoroughly impressed me. I will, today, today cover several aspects- primarily combat. But some force usage will be explored."

He spoke generally to his pupil. He walked forward as he nodded.

"Draw your saber, and come at me."

[Grev Drasen]

The words played advisedly against Grev's ears. He was very confident in his skills with a lightsaber, but in the presence of a Master even the most emphatic of Dark Jedi stood a little weary. The apprentice's face remain a stonewall painting though, as his hand lingered over the battle worn hilt of his weapon.

A relaxed breath of air filled his lungs, and with a deft flick of his wrist the lightsaber was ignited in a pillar of red. He'd been given an order.

With a nimble leap Grev covered the distance between the two quickly, and with a horizontally leveled swing he brought his blade in for Zasz's mid-section. It would be an attack easily countered by his Master, but enough to get the flow of the fight started.