You kicked and imaginary opponent and spun on your heel to lash out at one behind you...only it was Areth standing there. Your ankle was gripped tightly and the man's eyes narrowed at you.
"Enough, your anger is useless if you can't control it. Your forms are sloppy."
You glared at Areth and broke your leg free. Your other leg swung for the man's stomach but that was also blocked. You frowned. You had not expected Areth to know how to fight. You launched a flurry of blows, but your Butler was like water. The man flowed around your every attack with an annoyed look upon his face. You frowned. The Force gave no indication of the man's movements. You had no way to anticipate where he would be. The smirk on Areth's face mocked you. You felt anger rush over you and you, thrust your hand over to the bench. Your blades came flying towards you and you smiled darkly as you ignited them. The training setting was on, but you knew how much a strike would sting. Areth's bored expression enraged you and you unleashed a flurry of attacks.
Areth easily dodge the attacks. You were amazed at his skill. The man moved to strike you in the chest and you knew the strike would land...only it didn't. Areth suddenly rolled away from you coughing.
"Fly...in my throat."
Huh? The man sputtered and coughfor several seconds, but you decided not to let him take the advantage. You were angry. Furious and you would beat the bantha dung out of the man. Your blades landed upon his back with a fierce strike and the man let out a curse at the pain. Areth glared at you and
moved. The next thing you saw was the sky filled with stars. But it was midday and no stars were out. Your ears rang and you heard the man say coldly,
"Get up, child. Put away your blades and I'll show you how to really fight."
You glared at the man for several seconds but finally nodded and stood. You used the force to place your blades back upon the bench. Master Zan would have been disappointed. You let your anger control you rather than the other way around. You felt shame grip you.
"Take the basic stance."
You did so and the man nodded slowly,
"Your stance is strong...when you're not being controlled by rage. Form I, begin!"
You began the movements as Arden had taught you. Areth nodded slowly,
"Your former teacher taught you the older variant I see. Who was it?"
"Master Zan, a follower of Palawa."
"I see. The Followers are Masters of the Art, you did well to study with one. Faster!"
Areth trained you and offered corrections to your form. You still did not care much for the man, but you could respect his skill.
