A New Training Center (Warvanus, Training)

[Kell Sangros]

Darth Warvanus sat in meditation, as he often did after spending time studying the lore he had copied from the Halls of the Arcane. He had paid particular attention to the feats of slowing down ones' breathing and putting one self into a state of hibernation, while both these techniques were not considered complex they were something the Warrior King had never bothered himself with until now. Akkan Burkida sheathed laid across his lap as he sat with his legs folded his hands resting on his weapon. It would be these techniques that could come in handy in the future.

=Start Breath Control=

Warvanus slowed his breathing as he opened his awareness to the omnipresent energies of the Force, he drew in its power as his energy field absorbed its power, enhancing his concentration, invigorated him with clarity. The Force was indeed a powerful ally.

By his will he physically slowed his breathing further but it was not enough, his own body was working against him, even as he drew upon the Force to sustain him as he tried to reduce his intake of air. He was not choking or stopped his breathing all together but had reduced it. With an exertion of his will he was not breathing at the rate that he had read about in his studies. He fought it trying to will his body to obey his command, the Force was not complying with his commands. His body was fighting for its survival instinct to kick in, while he resisted it and was losing as He could feel the blood rushing to his head, finally after several minutes he could no longer fight it, and had let himself breathe regularly. The next step would have had him pass out. Fresh anger crept into the Warrior King, anger at his failure at what should have been a standard level technique. Where had he gone wrong?

He breathed deeply, each gulp of air into his lungs rejuvenated him, he repeated this exercise as he did so he could feel the headache ebbing away, the blood returning to a normal flow. No longer did his head feel like it was going to pop like a zit. As he breathed he remembered a passage he had read regarding the technique. In that moment of clarity He knew where he had gone wrong.

Warvanus physically slowed his breathing, as he did so he was aware of everything around him. He was, after all, fully conscious and aware. He further slowed his breathing to where he could feel the body urge for air. Warvanus drew on the Force, he was in control of his energy, his body and with the Force his will commanded the summoned energies to numb the instinct for more air. Once more his body was resisting his efforts, yearning almost pleading for air, the body was starving for it. He was not suffocating, but it was almost like he was holding his breath. The Warrior King was patient using his anger at his failure to further fuel his power. Urging his instincts specifically the one where his body would shut down if he did not receive air soon. The Force was like a numbing agent as one would use on a medical procedure. Slowly but surely the instinct to shut down was muted. With that his body still craved air.

The War-Bringer further exerted his Mastery of control on his lungs. While muting the instinct to shutdown Warvanus let the Force wash over him, while it did not create air for him. It did stretch out the air in his lungs to sustain him longer than it would a non-force user. He found now that He was still breathing but the rate at which he breathed was greatly diminished than that of an average humanoid. He was controlling the flow of his breathing, and he was now in control of being sustained by the air in his lungs. He maintained the feat for a couple minutes longer. When convinced he had been successful he came back to himself by relinquishing his control as he did so he began to breathe regularly.

He sat in contemplation that this technique would be a life saver. He would need to practice this so he could improve his control but he had felt that he now understood and the applications for this could be many.

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