Southstar
Feb 20th, 2005, 10:31:40 PM
The stale grey room brightened as Southstar entered. He had with him an array of lightsabers and blades he had taken from the weapons room. He set them out along the east wall in an orderly fashion. He locked the door and slowly moved the the west wall, facing the east. He sat down and closed his eyes, folding his arms neatly on his crossed legs.
He wasn't going to use the Force without his anger flowing through him. It was time for him to muster it up and apply it. Thoughts flowed through his head regarding the past events. Things had been quite turmoltuous as of late, especially with the revival of memories he had wished he had forgotten. The ordeal with Kwa'ad wasn't a pleasent one for him.
He exhaled as he extended his arm and rose to his feet. One of the long swords flew to his hand, hilt first. About halfway through it path to his hand, another identical blade rose to the air at about the same height as the one he held. His eyes remained closed as he swung the sword across his chest and above his head. It was as if a ghost held onto the other sword and was mimicing his movements.
His arm kept moving at the steady pace as he then moved his feet. The opposite blade maintained the same distance. Soon he found his body twisting and turning as he moved into a basic Form IV patterns. To someone looking on, it would have appeared as if both Southstar and his 'ghost' had each called a second blade simultainously. All four blades now moved an an accelerating rate , each mimicing its respective opposite.
Southstar intensified things as he backflipped with his 'ghost' He delved into the Form IV patterns even more and began to include mild acrobatics. It was beginning to strain his mind now, but he had always made it this far in previous sessions. Soon the acrobatics picke dup their pace along with the pace that the Form IV movements had. To the onlooker, the blades were blurring.
He crossed the length of the room with a series of roundhouse kicks , the blades spinning with his body. At the door he faced the ghost and thrust the blade forward. The ghost responded in kind and its blade pressed against the skin on Southstar's neck. Blood trickled down and the moment of stillness broke into an even faster pace.
The ghost's blades crossed his clothing, tearing it most of the time. A blade flew past his eyesand grazed his abdomen, drawing slight blood as well. Soon he found himself in full form IV practice. His mind strained to make it last, but he found that he could only maintain this at full go for so long. Fifteen minutes passed until he began to move it into a slow run down. The aerobatics were the first to leave, then the movement of his body, then his feet. It ended with each sword crossing the ghosts and finally resting pointed down to the ground.
He wasn't going to use the Force without his anger flowing through him. It was time for him to muster it up and apply it. Thoughts flowed through his head regarding the past events. Things had been quite turmoltuous as of late, especially with the revival of memories he had wished he had forgotten. The ordeal with Kwa'ad wasn't a pleasent one for him.
He exhaled as he extended his arm and rose to his feet. One of the long swords flew to his hand, hilt first. About halfway through it path to his hand, another identical blade rose to the air at about the same height as the one he held. His eyes remained closed as he swung the sword across his chest and above his head. It was as if a ghost held onto the other sword and was mimicing his movements.
His arm kept moving at the steady pace as he then moved his feet. The opposite blade maintained the same distance. Soon he found his body twisting and turning as he moved into a basic Form IV patterns. To someone looking on, it would have appeared as if both Southstar and his 'ghost' had each called a second blade simultainously. All four blades now moved an an accelerating rate , each mimicing its respective opposite.
Southstar intensified things as he backflipped with his 'ghost' He delved into the Form IV patterns even more and began to include mild acrobatics. It was beginning to strain his mind now, but he had always made it this far in previous sessions. Soon the acrobatics picke dup their pace along with the pace that the Form IV movements had. To the onlooker, the blades were blurring.
He crossed the length of the room with a series of roundhouse kicks , the blades spinning with his body. At the door he faced the ghost and thrust the blade forward. The ghost responded in kind and its blade pressed against the skin on Southstar's neck. Blood trickled down and the moment of stillness broke into an even faster pace.
The ghost's blades crossed his clothing, tearing it most of the time. A blade flew past his eyesand grazed his abdomen, drawing slight blood as well. Soon he found himself in full form IV practice. His mind strained to make it last, but he found that he could only maintain this at full go for so long. Fifteen minutes passed until he began to move it into a slow run down. The aerobatics were the first to leave, then the movement of his body, then his feet. It ended with each sword crossing the ghosts and finally resting pointed down to the ground.