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trans_92009-09-13 03:45 pm
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light & motion
Arha drew a breath in, focusing on the curved discs before her as she moved through a graceful set of katas to warm up. She stretched, letting the sunlight that streaming into the red tiled practice hall warm her back, it glinted of the metal and set her hair afire as she spun through another set. It was a dance, one she had always enjoyed growing up, when the blades were actually sharp--unlike these, which possessed dull edges, thanks to Stacy's carefulness. Arha closed her eyes as her fingers closed around the discs.
She had been waiting for this and a small, hungry smile flicked out across her lips and she threw the bladed discs out. They caught, hovering in the air and she hear the snap! ting! as the blades released. She cricked her neck and let out a laugh as the blades began to spin. No. Wait.
"Pause!" She called. The blades froze. "Blindfold," she said, pictuiring it in her mind. It seemed only right to use all of her senses and to hone those she could. There were eight blades. Arha tied the strip of cloth tight and felt the weight of it hit the air and brush her shoulders.
"Resume."
Move.
She swept left, rolling to avoid the whir, her neck craned as the spinning disc sliced through the spot her head had been, the breeze of its passage a whisper against her cheek. She found the two curved blades she had set aside earlier and the soft chink as she pulled them apart echoed. The Force was there, like a quiet ripple and she pulled upon her own training as she opened her mind. This was a dance of mathematics, physics, and, indeed, prescience in the heat of battle. Sunlight threw reflections from the whirring blades as she settled into the calm oasis where there was nothing at all besides the motion of her body and the quickness of her mind.
Ting!
A blade fell, too dull to bury itself into the floor, the tinny sound of it spinning echoed. Ting! Another bounced off a column. Arha flipped, her back curving, then twisting bizarrely as she avoided a blow to her lower back. The angle was wrong and she hissed as the edge of the blade glanced off her shoulder, leaving a stinging sensation. It would have been a decent scratch if it had been real. She landed, cat-like, her blade snapping out to send the offending disc skittering across the floor, the ting! unsatisfying. She moved again, bent backwards with her hair brushing the floor, complete control over her body keeping her upright. Ting!
There!
Her breath caught as she slammed her weapons out to catch two more discs. The sound of them striking opposite columns was loud. Two more. Two more. Do not become giddy, for it distrac-- Arha sucked in a breath and deflected another disc (both of her blades clattered out of reach from the glancing blow) as a wave of the Force washed over her. She held her hands up, fingers spread as she breathed hard. It was right there, right in front of her face. The whirring increased even as she moved away. Concentration pulled bright spots before her eyes as she squeezed them shut and pushed. It was the barest of things, not enough to make a breeze and it certainly was nothing but potential.
And yet, timing was everything.
The disc wobbled as it destabilized and spun off in another direction. Arha hit the floor a second later as she ripped the blindfold off, suddenly exhausted. She stayed where she was and heard the disc finally clatter to the floor some moments later. Now, her shoulder throbbed.
[[Brought to you by: Fight the Darkness- Two Steps From Hell]]
She had been waiting for this and a small, hungry smile flicked out across her lips and she threw the bladed discs out. They caught, hovering in the air and she hear the snap! ting! as the blades released. She cricked her neck and let out a laugh as the blades began to spin. No. Wait.
"Pause!" She called. The blades froze. "Blindfold," she said, pictuiring it in her mind. It seemed only right to use all of her senses and to hone those she could. There were eight blades. Arha tied the strip of cloth tight and felt the weight of it hit the air and brush her shoulders.
"Resume."
Move.
She swept left, rolling to avoid the whir, her neck craned as the spinning disc sliced through the spot her head had been, the breeze of its passage a whisper against her cheek. She found the two curved blades she had set aside earlier and the soft chink as she pulled them apart echoed. The Force was there, like a quiet ripple and she pulled upon her own training as she opened her mind. This was a dance of mathematics, physics, and, indeed, prescience in the heat of battle. Sunlight threw reflections from the whirring blades as she settled into the calm oasis where there was nothing at all besides the motion of her body and the quickness of her mind.
Ting!
A blade fell, too dull to bury itself into the floor, the tinny sound of it spinning echoed. Ting! Another bounced off a column. Arha flipped, her back curving, then twisting bizarrely as she avoided a blow to her lower back. The angle was wrong and she hissed as the edge of the blade glanced off her shoulder, leaving a stinging sensation. It would have been a decent scratch if it had been real. She landed, cat-like, her blade snapping out to send the offending disc skittering across the floor, the ting! unsatisfying. She moved again, bent backwards with her hair brushing the floor, complete control over her body keeping her upright. Ting!
There!
Her breath caught as she slammed her weapons out to catch two more discs. The sound of them striking opposite columns was loud. Two more. Two more. Do not become giddy, for it distrac-- Arha sucked in a breath and deflected another disc (both of her blades clattered out of reach from the glancing blow) as a wave of the Force washed over her. She held her hands up, fingers spread as she breathed hard. It was right there, right in front of her face. The whirring increased even as she moved away. Concentration pulled bright spots before her eyes as she squeezed them shut and pushed. It was the barest of things, not enough to make a breeze and it certainly was nothing but potential.
And yet, timing was everything.
The disc wobbled as it destabilized and spun off in another direction. Arha hit the floor a second later as she ripped the blindfold off, suddenly exhausted. She stayed where she was and heard the disc finally clatter to the floor some moments later. Now, her shoulder throbbed.
[[Brought to you by: Fight the Darkness- Two Steps From Hell]]
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"All the things that are worth learning leave you feeling like you've been run over by a herd of nerfs." Luke's smile had dimmed a bit but was still there, playing about his mouth. "Which is why you need to rest up. I don't doubt that Master Ben will work you hard learning what you can of the Force."
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He let go of Luke's hand, and nodded to Arha, "Busy day, tomorrow. You'll need your focus."
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