Repressed Memories

[Slade Xandir]

The air from the command had barely left his lips before the Sense of Disturbance and Danger sent him into an automatic response. Hs movements were pristine, meeting the blades well before they met his. Nothing but defense on his end, as this was the Sithian giving the pupil time to grow acquainted with the weaponry. A block to his side, a deflection to his lower left leg, it was all routine. Only difference was how much strain he was physically putting on himself to not attack the student back. His instincts wanted him to maul this younger male, to fillet him, capitalize on his weaknesses and bleed him dry. But he was controlled. And he had no will for his Acolyte to perish; that was simply useless. Blood would be more vexed at wasted time from taking a pupil in and murdering him later than killing him now, however, and all through the spar, Blood began to wonder how worthwhile this student would prove himself to be.

The Wolf watched as he deflected, keeping his mind on the fight and blocking out the non-pertainent material. The student seemed to grow better in the grasp of accurate strokes, rather than broad and generalized ones that Shii-Cho was meant to offer. That alone told of how easy it would be to teach him Jar'Kai. However, for right now, he was to learn Shii-Cho.

"Too much for you?"

Blood chuckled at the immediate color drain from the face of his pupil as he retracted his jest. He wasn't insulted in the least; much like a pup that played, tail high, back arched and forepaws low as it tried to growl a play from an elder wolf. The taunt rolled off the Hunter in a casual slide, his own response coming slickly.

"I find it resembling something I could sleep while doing. So not quite."

The Sith Lord gave a slight bark of laughter as he immediately went from defense to offense with a single parry. His own blades were kept in a mimic to how he had them positioned earlier, however broad strokes and wide angles cut off any offense that could penetrate his elongated strokes.

"I do hope you've been paying attention to the manner in which I defended against you. Or else I will be too much for you."

A gaping slash from the upper helm of the left shoulder transitioned to a horizontal cut across the midsectional area of his pupil, something that could very much disembowel him if he let Blood's blades connect. Following which a wide whirl came to maul the right half of meat from the upper half of Emre's leg. Closer behind it, Blood pirouetted swiftly behind the student and sent to deliver an attack across the broadening shoulders of the Acolyte. If any of these attacks landed, Emre would be seriously wounded. Especially considering Blood's version of 'light' offense was quite the opposite.

[Emre Mor]

Not a single drop of sweat seemed to be falling from Blood’s forehead, he wasn’t even trying it seemed. His master’s movements were so crisp and within one fluid motion he had dismantled every attack that he threw at him. Emre tried not to get too discouraged by this; Lord Blood was supposed to be dominating. He did his best to keep striking but was careful to keep himself in the form of Shii-Cho. One after the other, he launched himself at the bigger man to not even make a dent.

As Lord Blood began to chuckle at him, he felt his muscles getting more and more tired. He wasn’t conserving much energy, yet he was just blindly throwing himself into the attacks one after the other. He got the feeling he would soon regret this, so he began to slow in his assault.

It seemed as soon as Emre halted his attack just the slightest bit things began to change. Just like with his defense, with one single fluid motion Blood had nearly knocked the vibroblades out of his hands.

His heart began to race as he tried to defend like his master had done before, except it was messier. Emre was defending for his life trying to block just a few strikes, as he was knocked further and further back. Attacks to the left shoulder, the right leg, and then back to the shoulders.

Emre lost his footing and stumbled back letting the vibroblades thud on the ground. His adrenaline was at an all time high as he quickly moved to check himself. He knew if he had been hit he surely wouldn’t feel it quite yet. Checking the areas he that had been attacked he found deep scratches in the light armor he had just put on moments ago.

No blood was rushing out of these deep scratches; maybe he somehow survived the barrage. Surely his master wasn’t intending on killing him, he had only just begun learning.

As his heart rate returned to a normal pace, Emre came to the conclusion that he would be fine. Gathering himself and returning to his feet, Emre dusted himself off and studied Lord Blood before him.

“That was amazing. You have to teach me that..” Emre eagerly suggested.