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Sahra
Old 10-14-2011, 09:10 PM
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.
**
Drake
Old 10-16-2011, 08:11 PM
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…”
**
Sahra
Old 10-16-2011, 09:12 PM
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.
**
Drake
Old 11-13-2011, 05:27 PM
"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."
**
Sahra
Old 03-04-2012, 11:35 PM
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.
**
Drake
Old 03-05-2012, 12:18 PM
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
Old 03-05-2012, 10:18 PM
She laughed as he spoke. He did enjoy pushing her buttons. Either they would end up as friends, or bitterest enemies. Either way, she had the feeling that in a fight they would make a formidable pair against any who stood against them.
After a moment of turning her back to him and tossing another dagger at the target, this time gaining the bull's eye she had been seeking, she spoke to him, not looking back. “Coloring...” it dawned on her that with the soft seething rage of the banter beneath her skin, her concentration seemed a bit better and her perfect aim was proof of it. “I like coloring other peoples' skin black and blue.” Then she grinned seductively over her shoulder and winked. “And occasionally a nice blush of pink....” She then looked back to her dagger, held her hand out and Force Pulled it back to her hand with perfect balance. “If they are deserving of course... which I haven't found anyone yet.” She let the verbal barb hit home. She liked to seduce. She was good at it. Excellent in fact. But as he had not done anything deserving of it, or shown a reason to make her think him worthy of the effort, she hadn't attempted it on him.
**
Drake
Old 03-06-2012, 12:09 AM
"Look at you, moving knives like pro... I guess all it takes is a little motivation." He watched as she nailed her target. She was either getting better at controlling her emotions, or he was just really good at ticking her off... His credits were on the latter. And that thought brought a thin smile to his otherwise impassive face.
"Coloring huh... Doesn't that seem like sort of step back from the other impressive skills in your repertoire?" Drake crossed his arms and leaned back slightly, a grin on his face. He let her little jibe pass without comment for the time being."Well I'm pretty sure that we've covered black and blue plenty enough already... That just leaves pink."
**
Sahra
Old 03-06-2012, 01:00 AM
Sahra laughed. “Don't count it, Drake.” She shook her head and turned to face him. “If you are lucky, maybe you will get less black and blue, but I doubt I will color you pink anytime soon. Unless I manage to catch you in a compromising position. And something tells me you aren't one to easily catch that way.” She turned back to the target, took a deep breath and tossed one dagger to the first target, spun 180 degrees and pinned a perfect bull's eye with the second dagger and then spun back and Force pulled a rock from the garden and launched it perfectly into the hilt of the second dagger driving it deeper into the target.
Smiling in triumph she looked at him and winked. "See... even puzzles and spelling have their moments.” She laughed, Force pulled the daggers back to her and looked at him. “Perhaps tomorrow we can spar? I know we both need the practice. And besides,” she couldn't let the final comment go without another barb, “your black and blue marks from before are fading.” She winked and laughed.
**
Drake
Old 03-09-2012, 08:24 PM
"Who needs luck," The Korun knight just couldn't resist, "When one has the Force?" How quickly Sahra seemed to forget that the one time she had managed to strike him, was the one time that he had let her do so. The best she could do to harm him, her verbal jabs, were no more effective than the single stone that she had struck him with oh so long ago. She definitely overestimated her own abilities. "I wouldn't be so sure... The future is always in motion."
"So it would seem..." Sahra never failed to amuse him. She had proven that she had enough skill to easily manipulate objects with the Force. But it was one thing to be able to harness the dark side so effortlessly when there weren't more pressing matters to focus on... like a fight for your life. Sure she could hit a stationary target, but what about the ones that weren't, the ones that could hit back? The disciple could obviously match words with him, but could she match him in a fight? Drake was curious. She carried no lightsaber fro what he could tell, so that would mean a regular blade or unarmed combat. Could she give him any sort of challenge? He seriously doubted it, but wanted to find out. "A fight with me will require more than witty banter, but if you don't mind me coloring you a little black and blue... I'm sure I can accommodate you."
**
Sahra
Old 05-03-2012, 11:48 PM
She smiled. His confidence was enough to make her heart tighten. He was far beyond her in skill, even she knew it. But he would have Sarah's dieing breath on his face before he would hear her utter such admissions.
“I think I can handle some coloring.” She laughed again. Turning her back to him she swiftly landed her daggers on the bullseye without flinching. Turning back to him after a moment, she cocked her head unconsciously again, and looked at him with all due seriousness. “I know we banter like this, Drake, but I am serious about the spar. I need to have them to progress. I understand there will be times where I will win, and perhaps others when I will lose. But everything is a learning experience. Winning teaches you what works. Losing teaches you what doesn't. I hope you won't hold back.” She managed to wink and smile lightening the mood a moment. “Well, I wouldn't ask you to strike a killing blow, or break my bones, of course. But I am willing to take bruises to better myself.” She took a deep breath and without thinking, her final words came out audibly without meaning to. “I want to be the best... I won't settle for anything less.”
When she realized it came out loud, she swiftly turned on her heels and walked to where her steel stuck from the wooden targets and removed them manually. She had admitted something few knew. Perhaps it was to be her last admission to him. Perhaps not... Either way, it was done now. She drew her hands thru her hair and walked back to where he stood and waited for his reply. If he would fight true, it was all she could ask for.
**
THREAD DIED, INACTIVITY
Old 10-14-2011, 09:10 PM
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.
**
Drake
Old 10-16-2011, 08:11 PM
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…”
**
Sahra
Old 10-16-2011, 09:12 PM
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.
**
Drake
Old 11-13-2011, 05:27 PM
"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."
**
Sahra
Old 03-04-2012, 11:35 PM
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.
**
Drake
Old 03-05-2012, 12:18 PM
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
Old 03-05-2012, 10:18 PM
She laughed as he spoke. He did enjoy pushing her buttons. Either they would end up as friends, or bitterest enemies. Either way, she had the feeling that in a fight they would make a formidable pair against any who stood against them.
After a moment of turning her back to him and tossing another dagger at the target, this time gaining the bull's eye she had been seeking, she spoke to him, not looking back. “Coloring...” it dawned on her that with the soft seething rage of the banter beneath her skin, her concentration seemed a bit better and her perfect aim was proof of it. “I like coloring other peoples' skin black and blue.” Then she grinned seductively over her shoulder and winked. “And occasionally a nice blush of pink....” She then looked back to her dagger, held her hand out and Force Pulled it back to her hand with perfect balance. “If they are deserving of course... which I haven't found anyone yet.” She let the verbal barb hit home. She liked to seduce. She was good at it. Excellent in fact. But as he had not done anything deserving of it, or shown a reason to make her think him worthy of the effort, she hadn't attempted it on him.
**
Drake
Old 03-06-2012, 12:09 AM
"Look at you, moving knives like pro... I guess all it takes is a little motivation." He watched as she nailed her target. She was either getting better at controlling her emotions, or he was just really good at ticking her off... His credits were on the latter. And that thought brought a thin smile to his otherwise impassive face.
"Coloring huh... Doesn't that seem like sort of step back from the other impressive skills in your repertoire?" Drake crossed his arms and leaned back slightly, a grin on his face. He let her little jibe pass without comment for the time being."Well I'm pretty sure that we've covered black and blue plenty enough already... That just leaves pink."
**
Sahra
Old 03-06-2012, 01:00 AM
Sahra laughed. “Don't count it, Drake.” She shook her head and turned to face him. “If you are lucky, maybe you will get less black and blue, but I doubt I will color you pink anytime soon. Unless I manage to catch you in a compromising position. And something tells me you aren't one to easily catch that way.” She turned back to the target, took a deep breath and tossed one dagger to the first target, spun 180 degrees and pinned a perfect bull's eye with the second dagger and then spun back and Force pulled a rock from the garden and launched it perfectly into the hilt of the second dagger driving it deeper into the target.
Smiling in triumph she looked at him and winked. "See... even puzzles and spelling have their moments.” She laughed, Force pulled the daggers back to her and looked at him. “Perhaps tomorrow we can spar? I know we both need the practice. And besides,” she couldn't let the final comment go without another barb, “your black and blue marks from before are fading.” She winked and laughed.
**
Drake
Old 03-09-2012, 08:24 PM
"Who needs luck," The Korun knight just couldn't resist, "When one has the Force?" How quickly Sahra seemed to forget that the one time she had managed to strike him, was the one time that he had let her do so. The best she could do to harm him, her verbal jabs, were no more effective than the single stone that she had struck him with oh so long ago. She definitely overestimated her own abilities. "I wouldn't be so sure... The future is always in motion."
"So it would seem..." Sahra never failed to amuse him. She had proven that she had enough skill to easily manipulate objects with the Force. But it was one thing to be able to harness the dark side so effortlessly when there weren't more pressing matters to focus on... like a fight for your life. Sure she could hit a stationary target, but what about the ones that weren't, the ones that could hit back? The disciple could obviously match words with him, but could she match him in a fight? Drake was curious. She carried no lightsaber fro what he could tell, so that would mean a regular blade or unarmed combat. Could she give him any sort of challenge? He seriously doubted it, but wanted to find out. "A fight with me will require more than witty banter, but if you don't mind me coloring you a little black and blue... I'm sure I can accommodate you."
**
Sahra
Old 05-03-2012, 11:48 PM
She smiled. His confidence was enough to make her heart tighten. He was far beyond her in skill, even she knew it. But he would have Sarah's dieing breath on his face before he would hear her utter such admissions.
“I think I can handle some coloring.” She laughed again. Turning her back to him she swiftly landed her daggers on the bullseye without flinching. Turning back to him after a moment, she cocked her head unconsciously again, and looked at him with all due seriousness. “I know we banter like this, Drake, but I am serious about the spar. I need to have them to progress. I understand there will be times where I will win, and perhaps others when I will lose. But everything is a learning experience. Winning teaches you what works. Losing teaches you what doesn't. I hope you won't hold back.” She managed to wink and smile lightening the mood a moment. “Well, I wouldn't ask you to strike a killing blow, or break my bones, of course. But I am willing to take bruises to better myself.” She took a deep breath and without thinking, her final words came out audibly without meaning to. “I want to be the best... I won't settle for anything less.”
When she realized it came out loud, she swiftly turned on her heels and walked to where her steel stuck from the wooden targets and removed them manually. She had admitted something few knew. Perhaps it was to be her last admission to him. Perhaps not... Either way, it was done now. She drew her hands thru her hair and walked back to where he stood and waited for his reply. If he would fight true, it was all she could ask for.
**
THREAD DIED, INACTIVITY