Seraine thudded to the carpeted floor. The air wasn’t quite knocked out of her lungs but it wasn’t far from it. She stared up at the eyeless face of the man responsible. There was a gentle smile on his face, friendly and not all that smug, and it infuriated her. The Consul knocked away the proffered hand and jumped to her feet.
“Do that again and I’ll have the guards take you somewhere no one will ever find you”, she spat venomously.
Shanree Argentine bobbed back and forth on the balls of his feet, shadow boxing the air playful for a moment, “The could try. Besides, if you actually tried I wouldn’t be able to keep doing that to you.”
Erinyes growled something uncouth under her breath. The sparing room was plain, square in layout with a floor covered in a thin but necessary protective layer of foam. Weapons racks and benches lined the four walls. The two combatants stood across from one another a little outside the printed circle that lined the center of the room.
“Well, come on then, try it again and see what happens”, Seraine fell into an Echani stance with a flurry of arm movements.
Shanree showed the proper respect by dropping into his own, Teras Kasi, stance with matching flair. Sure enough, the Zeltron woman insisted he make the first move by doing nothing and so he moved toward her. His feet advanced fluidly and he tested her defences with a few swift blows of his fist. She deflected his punches expertly and juked her torso out of the way of the last one which had nearly caught her by surprise. Her leg swept around as she did so looking to hook his leading foot by the ankle. Shanree lifted his foot over the sweep and used it in a front kick that connected just hard enough to push the woman back.
Seraine grinned, dipping her shoulders under the next kick and landed a soft blow on his upper arm in return with her own foot. It had been a trap though and she found her foot trapped by his bicep and forearm and suddenly she was again on the ground with a dull thud. She stared up at the unremarkable ceiling with frustration and a headache that threatened to grow into a migraine.
Shanree didn’t offer her his hand this time and instead reached out into the air and lifted her up to her feet with the Force.
“Should I tell you how I keep doing it?”
Erin fought back the impulse to curse at him but instead bit her pride and nodded, “Sure. Tell me how the blind man keeps knocking me to the ground.”
Shanree gave her a friendly smile as he walked to the bench with his stuff on it, grabbed a towel and tossed it to her, “You have great focus, it’s one of your many strengths. You can over-focus however-- you get caught up reading my body-movements and you think ‘Ah-hah! I got him’ and you don’t see that it’s all a ruse.”
Erin wiped the sweat from her face with the towel, “Surely there’s more to it than that, some do-gooder Light Side magic to it.”
“Nope”, the Miraluka wiped his own face off with another towel and took a swig from his canteen of water, “and one other thing… I’m not blind, I just don’t have eyes.”
“Same difference”, Erin sat on the bench with her own stuff and began rummaging around through it, “Oh, great.”
Shanree looked over at his sparring partner. They’d known each other for a number of years now but only recently had Seraine drawn him into her Brotherhood. Sparring had been the primary form their acquaintanceship had taken through the years and it felt good to do it on a more regular basis. He appreciated the work out and she appreciated that it kept her skills sharp.
“It’s good that you’re here. You’re about to meet my other headache”, Shanree barely had time to raise an eyebrow at the Consul’s comment when the door to the training room slid open and revealed the silhouette of a thin waisted, pretty woman in a Taldryan uniform.
“Captain Orainn, please come in. Have you met Shanree Argentin? My, uhh, personal trainer?”, Seraine smiled pleasantly at the new woman.