Tue Jan 22, 2013 12:45 am by Corraich
As his boot heel strikes the familiar ground of the arena, his eye is drawn to his opponent and a slight sigh escapes his lips. He could feel that the other male was a Force User, so why oh why did he have to use ranged weapons like rifles and pistols? Pure user of the Art like Corraich, would not stoop to such weapons, as in his mind, it screamed weakness and a lack of faith in their own innate abilities to reach out and manipulate the cosmic energy which was the Force. All you really needed were your sabers and your internal strength.
But that was not to say Corraichs opinions made him less on guard. He knew that those weapons were deadly in trained hands and he had no doubt in his mind that Chiss was trained. He had yet to meet a member of the species that wasn't.
Opening himself up to the Force, letting the connection grow strong, he steps forward, his pace easy and measured and unclips his left hand saber from his belt, lighting her up and spreading the fiery red glow across the floor. The saber is held down low, the tip almost scratching the ground and he continuous he easy pace forward.
In his mind, his focus was already sharp and clear, his attention directed to nothing but his opponent and the death he would need to deal this day.
Little blue men
Who live in a glen.
3 apples high,
They eat Smurfberry pie.
Papa Smurf is old and wise,
Whilst Smurfette has twinkling eyes.