Jandor
Jun 12th, 2003, 05:29:10 AM
-In the large room stands the lone Padawan, feet together, eyes closed, his arms pointed 45 degrees downward on each side, each hand gripping and pointing the lit lightsabers strait down, his eyes closed, his ears open.
Green in his left, purple in his right.
When the program begins, a lightsaber wielding robed figure, a hologram, appears in the corner of the room, running strait for Jandor.
Before the attacker reaches half the distance, another hologram appears, then another, and another, and another.....
Jandor feels the air around him grow thinner and thinner before he feels he could jump through it with ease, with the head height horizontal blow of an attacker, Jandor backflips to avoid, a rapid counter blow decapitates the attacker.
Simultaneously he fights off the small team of holographic Sith.
As the hours pass, the holograms coming and going by the dozen, Jandor exerts his own style, it's gracefull, elegant moves executed so smoothly, so effortlessly and so quickly.
Jandor allways had a talent for combat, no, more then just a talent.
Jandor was a natural whos childhood trainning was a matter of life and death.
His style was much more akin to a lethal dance then the more minimalisting moves of a typical Padawan.
He moves, jumps and flips with aid of the force, moving as if the air thickens before he kicks off in mid air.
As he fought off the non-existant attackers, his constitution didn't falter once, his relentless concentration refusing to let down.
He had lost count of how many bodies should adorn the floor.
When level 1 of his custom program had finished, he stopped for a break, sitting down on the floor, he only just noticed the figure who had walked in.-
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there,................how long have you been standing there?....."
-He awaits an answer as he takes a swig from a water bottle.-
Green in his left, purple in his right.
When the program begins, a lightsaber wielding robed figure, a hologram, appears in the corner of the room, running strait for Jandor.
Before the attacker reaches half the distance, another hologram appears, then another, and another, and another.....
Jandor feels the air around him grow thinner and thinner before he feels he could jump through it with ease, with the head height horizontal blow of an attacker, Jandor backflips to avoid, a rapid counter blow decapitates the attacker.
Simultaneously he fights off the small team of holographic Sith.
As the hours pass, the holograms coming and going by the dozen, Jandor exerts his own style, it's gracefull, elegant moves executed so smoothly, so effortlessly and so quickly.
Jandor allways had a talent for combat, no, more then just a talent.
Jandor was a natural whos childhood trainning was a matter of life and death.
His style was much more akin to a lethal dance then the more minimalisting moves of a typical Padawan.
He moves, jumps and flips with aid of the force, moving as if the air thickens before he kicks off in mid air.
As he fought off the non-existant attackers, his constitution didn't falter once, his relentless concentration refusing to let down.
He had lost count of how many bodies should adorn the floor.
When level 1 of his custom program had finished, he stopped for a break, sitting down on the floor, he only just noticed the figure who had walked in.-
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there,................how long have you been standing there?....."
-He awaits an answer as he takes a swig from a water bottle.-