My skills are still sharp, sorta. (Dyzm)

[Hoshi No Shikyo]

She stood under a tall tree in one of the areas of the Sith order's place that was purely for training, she is dressed in the usual black and had a look of 'You better be glad I'm here' plastered on her face. She was waiting for her Master, one Dyzm, a man of some,...Fame, and was the only person who'd she'd ever let drop her off a tall building.

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

From the shadows of east enterance of the Training Grounds, a pale green glow is seen. The sound comes a second later, a low hissing sound, followed by the smell of melting and burning. Dyzm steps out from the passage way and into the grounds, his lightsaber stabbed halfway into the wall, leaving a dull, red glowing line. Grinning, Dyzm unclips his second, newly made Lightsaber, and tosses it over to Hoshi. His own lightsaber twirls in a never ending figure eight.

"It is good that you have returned, I had not broken your spirit yet"