Welcome to Gaia! ::

*Dragon entered the training rooms, and gasped. The place was huge. He grasped his poles firmly, and walked to the center of the room. He turned and sprinted at a wall, and at the last moment, leaped up, and then back off of the wall, easily reaching 10 feet in the air. He then went trough a series of thrusts, chops and slashes that was almost a marvel, one so young being able to wield the weapons so well.*

((ooc: right that’s it I’m so sick of rotting in this room, don’t like it then delete tha post))

After successfully landing neffy decided to take her leave of master cheskin and headed straight to the kitchens.

Hetzon slows gently in his training motions as he senses another presence drawing on the Force of the room. Seeing Mirage sitting in a meditative state, he reaches out and tosses her one of the practice lightsabers on the wall with the Force.

Dance with me. He says as she catches the single bladed weapon in her hands. He alters his forms to bring him closer to her and slows down to meet the speed of a beginning duel. His first form brings him twirling at her head on, blade spinning into a final drop from above, left blade out to the side as the right blade slices downward.

Hetzon smiles at her simple block of his blade and notices her eyes flickering to his left hand blade. He turns the smile inward, schooling his face to stillness as he begins to bring the left blad about for an attack. Just as the blade reaches the point of no return, however, he abruptly twirls the saber in his hand so it is the right blade that protrudes from the plane of his body and spins himself around. The move makes the blade become a lance as it spins, sticking perpendicular from his body.

Hetzon grins as MIrage jumps over him. He whirls to face her, his face a sudden painted mask of serenity. Her attack is no surprise to him, and he swings his left hand blade downward to counter her attack, spinning the double bladed saber over his hand as her blade recoils. He pivots so he is no longer face to face with her and the blade that had deflected her attack comes swinging downward toward her head.

With a twist of his wrist, Hetzon turns the recoil of his own blade off Mirage's counter into a separation of his blades into two single blade sabers. With a twist, he is again facing her head on. He twists his body into a Form that allows him to bring the lightsabers into a criss-cross pattern that would carve an opponent into four perfect pieces should it be successful.

The sabers alternate, right hand coming down first and cutting diagonally across. As the left hand is falling, the right blade is twirled so as not to slice off the arm of the wielder and comes back up to the level of the neck. When the left blade is at the bottom of its slice, Hetzon attempts to spin left, bringing the blades in a parallel slice.

Hetzon had ensured that his blades were set to pass through flesh as opposed to slicing it. Should any of the blows make contact, Mirage will feel only a vague warm tingling.

Hetzon senses the buildup of Force at Mirage's hand too late to prevent being shoved back by it. He allows himself to be pushed several feet backward and the Force even lifts him off the ground and drops him roughly. He sits up and deactivates his sabers. He smiles at Mirage.

Very good, Mirage. You fight well...I think perhaps your training was not so bad as you thought. I do think that you could magnify your strength tenfold if you meditated a bit deeper, though. You must learn to surrender to the Force, to offer it direction rather than forcing it along the path you wish it to take.

Hetzon stands. His body glistens with sweat, and the glow only magnifies his well muscled upper half. He walks over to his clothes and dresses himself. Certainly, he is not unpleasant to look upon. When he is finished, he walks back over.

Shall we work on surrender before Noon Bells?