Donsehan
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Talek Halcyon
I felt the force tell me I was going to be attacked through it just before I was hit by the force attack, however that didn't prepare me for the full agony and pain of the attack. I held my ground for the few moments as I suffered under the attack, my master's voice ringing in my head, "concentrate and let the force protect you, aborb it!!!" It brought me back to training, the pain, the agony, and then the pain mostly went away as I finally managed to absorb the energy. A few moments later, and through the clarity I could sense that I was being lifted, by the force, I thought. I can't deal with this . . . or . . . yes I can!!
I concentrated on the force again, the extra force energy that I absorbed was starting to bleed out, and I had to do something with it. I looked around, and before I could make a decision I was thrown back. I realized I had to stop it, so I used the extra energy I had gotten, yet it still wasn't enough to stop me from moving back. I could feel that I slowed down, however only slightly, which didn't help. Pulling my arms back I hoped to lessen the impact by using my blades as shock absorbers. The impact still hurt, but I mostly felt it through my hands, then felt it through my back. Gasping, I looked at the Sith with pure hate, and rage, I had to get revenge for this. However I was tired and deactivated my blades which dropped me to the ground. Landing on my feet, I felt my legs crunch more than they should've the impact on the floor seemed to be more jarring then when I hit the wall, which disturbed me.
I let my feet out from under me and sat with my back against the wall, I punched the ground, and looked up, too tired to deal with the pain that racked my body, yet I wasn't sure if I wanted to deal with it. I closed my eyes and saw my master as he died. The physical pain I felt, mirrored the pain that I felt in my heart. I then looked down at my legs, and thought wistfully: I wonder what dad would say now . . . he wasn't too happy about me coming out here to start with . . . Feeling a sense of resolve I tightened my grip on my hilts and promised myself that I'd pass the trials and that I'd kill that Sith, sighing I thought, if I can . . .
I felt the force tell me I was going to be attacked through it just before I was hit by the force attack, however that didn't prepare me for the full agony and pain of the attack. I held my ground for the few moments as I suffered under the attack, my master's voice ringing in my head, "concentrate and let the force protect you, aborb it!!!" It brought me back to training, the pain, the agony, and then the pain mostly went away as I finally managed to absorb the energy. A few moments later, and through the clarity I could sense that I was being lifted, by the force, I thought. I can't deal with this . . . or . . . yes I can!!
I concentrated on the force again, the extra force energy that I absorbed was starting to bleed out, and I had to do something with it. I looked around, and before I could make a decision I was thrown back. I realized I had to stop it, so I used the extra energy I had gotten, yet it still wasn't enough to stop me from moving back. I could feel that I slowed down, however only slightly, which didn't help. Pulling my arms back I hoped to lessen the impact by using my blades as shock absorbers. The impact still hurt, but I mostly felt it through my hands, then felt it through my back. Gasping, I looked at the Sith with pure hate, and rage, I had to get revenge for this. However I was tired and deactivated my blades which dropped me to the ground. Landing on my feet, I felt my legs crunch more than they should've the impact on the floor seemed to be more jarring then when I hit the wall, which disturbed me.
I let my feet out from under me and sat with my back against the wall, I punched the ground, and looked up, too tired to deal with the pain that racked my body, yet I wasn't sure if I wanted to deal with it. I closed my eyes and saw my master as he died. The physical pain I felt, mirrored the pain that I felt in my heart. I then looked down at my legs, and thought wistfully: I wonder what dad would say now . . . he wasn't too happy about me coming out here to start with . . . Feeling a sense of resolve I tightened my grip on my hilts and promised myself that I'd pass the trials and that I'd kill that Sith, sighing I thought, if I can . . .