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Old 10-14-2011, 10:10 PM
Sahra Pritath
Arrogant. That was the word that had come to mind after Sahra's last encounter with Drake. Arrogant and … ok arrogant and handsome. But arrogant came to mind first. She managed a small grin as she donned her practice gear, plaited her hair, bound a couple daggers to her forearms, took up her sword and headed for the empty dead garden she had cleared a corner of to use as a private practice area.
Once outside in the early morning hours, she stretched, did some practice moves and smiled. It was time to get down to business. She had mastered the rock tossing. She had even managed to irritate Drake by spelling a synonym for his name with the stones. Granted it hadn't been a flattering synonym, but it had been amusing at the time.
She now used that levitation skill to try and send the daggers on her forearms into preset targets around the garden. The targets, ranging from a few feet to several yards from her self drawn practice ring, had concentric rings on them narrowing every few inches to a bull's eye approximately two inches across in the center. She hadn't managed a bull's eye yet. But she was within a ring or two of it happening.
She threw to the front, then spun and threw behind her. Frowned at the results of the second toss and used Force Pull to call them back to her hand. Groaning softly as she realized the first throw had embedded itself too deeply in the wood, she held her hand towards it and 'tugged' with her mind a bit harder. A soft growl escaped her lips as she wavered between wanting to yank it as hard as she could so it would break loose, and not pulling hard enough for fear its flight back to her would be uncontrolled and end in her impaling her own chest.
The indecision and inability to loose the second knife caused her growl to grow in volume.
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Old 10-16-2011, 09:11 PM
Drake
The wooden target that the dagger had been imbedded in began to shudder. As the seconds tick by, the target begins to shake more violently. The sound of splintering wood can be heard as cracks to appear on the surface of the target. By now, the dagger has been shaken free and has already clattered to the ground below. Without any further warning the target exploded in a bombardment of wooden shrapnel that spread out in all directions.
“How was that for a demonstration? “
The voice of Darth Malice filled Sahra’s mind as he approached her from behind. His large form casting hers in shadow. Upon sensing her presence, Drake couldn’t resist the urge of aggravating this woman once again, not after he had enjoyed it so much the first time. He had expected her to have come further along with her training, and was disappointed to see that she was still struggling with the same skill. A smirk crept across the Sith Knight’s freshly scarred face.
“Still struggling to keep up I see…”
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Old 10-16-2011, 10:12 PM
Sahra
Sahra growled and turned sharply bringing both daggers instantly to her hand without cut or scrape and took a step forward brandishing one towards the brute before her. “I am hardly struggling, as you can well see.”
Using Force Pull and Push she then managed to list most of the pieces of the shattered target back into place so it looked almost whole. Smiling she tilted her head. “Obviously a bit more ahead than before.” She then let all the pieces hurl straight towards them only to stop half way and just fall as if they hit a wall.
Walking away from him to erect another target, she continued to speak. “Just because the most logical outcome hasn't occurred before your eyes, doesn't mean it hadn't been possible.” She set up the next target. “So what are you doing here, Knight? Come to make fun of me some more?” She then turned to face him as she refastened the daggers on her wrist. Defiance in her eyes was evident, but there was a veiled weariness there too. If he looked deeper, he would see fatigue and frustration were her more prevalent emotions, not anger and rage.
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Old 11-13-2011, 05:27 PM
Drake
"Come to make fun of me some more... Is that all? No witty remark, no snappy comeback... Someone must be tired." His smirk widened as he continued to speak. "I had so much fun the last time we were here. So yeah, I just figured... why not?"
Indeed Sahra's skill had improved somewhat, but Drake would still have his fun with her all the same. His smirk dissapeared as his voice took on a sarcastic tone, "My apologies, I had not realized you had become a master since the last time we spoke. You've gone from practicing your spelling to putting together jig-saw puzzles... I am in awe of your prowess."
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Old 03-04-2012, 11:35 PM
Sahra
She smiled with such maliciousness that it would shock even him to see it burn so clearly on her face as she calmly looked at him. Raising one eyebrow she retorted back with a calm mocking voice. “Thank you for your compliment. I figured jigsaw puzzles should be my next ability. It may be the only way to reset your body bones for your funeral the next time you lip off to someone you shouldn't.” She laughed and retrieved the last thrown knife with Force Pull and then shot a smart comment over her shouldn't. “Oh, yes... and I forgive you...”
She wasn't a Master. They both knew it. He wasn't either so it made no difference to her what he called her, in truth or mocking. “Oh yes... and what rank are you again? I seem to have forgotten, what with having to learn jigsaw puzzles and such....” Her tone ended in a lilt as if she were half dreaming trying to remember. She knew his rank, but also knew that reminding him would probably anger him further.
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Old 03-05-2012, 12:18 PM
Drake
Drake snorted in amusement at the disciple's words, and the way she looked at him with such loathing. That was the spirit he had come to expect from the woman. His eye's gleamed at her veiled threat. "Now that's more like it," an incredulous tone seeped into his voice, "And I'm glad you care enough to make sure I look presentable at my funeral. It really puts my mind at ease, but who would that someone be... You?" Not likely.
"It's a shame that you have such difficulty retaining such simple information, especially when you knew that fact a few minutes ago. With a memory like that, I'm surprised you've managed to last this long. But let's not change the subject... We're talking about you." He chuckled lightly. "So, we've got, spelling and puzzles out of the way... What else you got?"
Sahra Pritath
Arrogant. That was the word that had come to mind after Sahra's last encounter with Drake. Arrogant and … ok arrogant and handsome. But arrogant came to mind first. She managed a small grin as she donned her practice gear, plaited her hair, bound a couple daggers to her forearms, took up her sword and headed for the empty dead garden she had cleared a corner of to use as a private practice area.
Once outside in the early morning hours, she stretched, did some practice moves and smiled. It was time to get down to business. She had mastered the rock tossing. She had even managed to irritate Drake by spelling a synonym for his name with the stones. Granted it hadn't been a flattering synonym, but it had been amusing at the time.
She now used that levitation skill to try and send the daggers on her forearms into preset targets around the garden. The targets, ranging from a few feet to several yards from her self drawn practice ring, had concentric rings on them narrowing every few inches to a bull's eye approximately two inches across in the center. She hadn't managed a bull's eye yet. But she was within a ring or two of it happening.
She threw to the front, then spun and threw behind her. Frowned at the results of the second toss and used Force Pull to call them back to her hand. Groaning softly as she realized the first throw had embedded itself too deeply in the wood, she held her hand towards it and 'tugged' with her mind a bit harder. A soft growl escaped her lips as she wavered between wanting to yank it as hard as she could so it would break loose, and not pulling hard enough for fear its flight back to her would be uncontrolled and end in her impaling her own chest.
The indecision and inability to loose the second knife caused her growl to grow in volume.
***
Old 10-16-2011, 09:11 PM
Drake
The wooden target that the dagger had been imbedded in began to shudder. As the seconds tick by, the target begins to shake more violently. The sound of splintering wood can be heard as cracks to appear on the surface of the target. By now, the dagger has been shaken free and has already clattered to the ground below. Without any further warning the target exploded in a bombardment of wooden shrapnel that spread out in all directions.
“How was that for a demonstration? “
The voice of Darth Malice filled Sahra’s mind as he approached her from behind. His large form casting hers in shadow. Upon sensing her presence, Drake couldn’t resist the urge of aggravating this woman once again, not after he had enjoyed it so much the first time. He had expected her to have come further along with her training, and was disappointed to see that she was still struggling with the same skill. A smirk crept across the Sith Knight’s freshly scarred face.
“Still struggling to keep up I see…”
***
Old 10-16-2011, 10:12 PM
Sahra
Sahra growled and turned sharply bringing both daggers instantly to her hand without cut or scrape and took a step forward brandishing one towards the brute before her. “I am hardly struggling, as you can well see.”
Using Force Pull and Push she then managed to list most of the pieces of the shattered target back into place so it looked almost whole. Smiling she tilted her head. “Obviously a bit more ahead than before.” She then let all the pieces hurl straight towards them only to stop half way and just fall as if they hit a wall.
Walking away from him to erect another target, she continued to speak. “Just because the most logical outcome hasn't occurred before your eyes, doesn't mean it hadn't been possible.” She set up the next target. “So what are you doing here, Knight? Come to make fun of me some more?” She then turned to face him as she refastened the daggers on her wrist. Defiance in her eyes was evident, but there was a veiled weariness there too. If he looked deeper, he would see fatigue and frustration were her more prevalent emotions, not anger and rage.
***
Old 11-13-2011, 05:27 PM
Drake
"Come to make fun of me some more... Is that all? No witty remark, no snappy comeback... Someone must be tired." His smirk widened as he continued to speak. "I had so much fun the last time we were here. So yeah, I just figured... why not?"
Indeed Sahra's skill had improved somewhat, but Drake would still have his fun with her all the same. His smirk dissapeared as his voice took on a sarcastic tone, "My apologies, I had not realized you had become a master since the last time we spoke. You've gone from practicing your spelling to putting together jig-saw puzzles... I am in awe of your prowess."
***
Old 03-04-2012, 11:35 PM
Sahra
She smiled with such maliciousness that it would shock even him to see it burn so clearly on her face as she calmly looked at him. Raising one eyebrow she retorted back with a calm mocking voice. “Thank you for your compliment. I figured jigsaw puzzles should be my next ability. It may be the only way to reset your body bones for your funeral the next time you lip off to someone you shouldn't.” She laughed and retrieved the last thrown knife with Force Pull and then shot a smart comment over her shouldn't. “Oh, yes... and I forgive you...”
She wasn't a Master. They both knew it. He wasn't either so it made no difference to her what he called her, in truth or mocking. “Oh yes... and what rank are you again? I seem to have forgotten, what with having to learn jigsaw puzzles and such....” Her tone ended in a lilt as if she were half dreaming trying to remember. She knew his rank, but also knew that reminding him would probably anger him further.
***
Old 03-05-2012, 12:18 PM
Drake
Drake snorted in amusement at the disciple's words, and the way she looked at him with such loathing. That was the spirit he had come to expect from the woman. His eye's gleamed at her veiled threat. "Now that's more like it," an incredulous tone seeped into his voice, "And I'm glad you care enough to make sure I look presentable at my funeral. It really puts my mind at ease, but who would that someone be... You?" Not likely.
"It's a shame that you have such difficulty retaining such simple information, especially when you knew that fact a few minutes ago. With a memory like that, I'm surprised you've managed to last this long. But let's not change the subject... We're talking about you." He chuckled lightly. "So, we've got, spelling and puzzles out of the way... What else you got?"