There was a lot of movement this morning on the moon of Ruusan, the sounds of a lightsaber roaring through the quietness of the place. It might of sounded as though a battle was taking place but in truth, it was simply one young Dark Jedi, somersaulting and flipping through the air, her blade little more than a purple coloured blur. Every movement led in to the next and there was nothing but confidence in the body and mind of the blue haired girl as she catapulted around the clearing.
Ashaiya had spent an hour or so already practising her blade work, a frenzied period where she had barely stood still. It was common place though for her, Ataru was such an acrobatic Form and by now, she could maintain the speed necessary for quite some time. Her previous spar with Nadgkema had removed whatever rustiness she might of had and she was performing at her best one more. She felt at one with the Dark Side and herself and was in a great place mentally and physically.
Gracefully, Ashaiya or "Tempest" as she was now known as among the Dark Jedi, landed softly on the ground, taking a moments break before continuing her session.
Ashaiya had spent an hour or so already practising her blade work, a frenzied period where she had barely stood still. It was common place though for her, Ataru was such an acrobatic Form and by now, she could maintain the speed necessary for quite some time. Her previous spar with Nadgkema had removed whatever rustiness she might of had and she was performing at her best one more. She felt at one with the Dark Side and herself and was in a great place mentally and physically.
Gracefully, Ashaiya or "Tempest" as she was now known as among the Dark Jedi, landed softly on the ground, taking a moments break before continuing her session.
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