Tawain
As Tawain approached his opponent, he felt doubt assail him. He tried to push it out of his mind, but this only made it worse, it almost became a pain...that's when Tawain understood what was happening.
"What's the problem...Darkon, yes? Are your fighting skills so miserable that you need your little mind-tricks in order to win?"
With that, he summoned up the force--which was back again, and as strong as it got--and shielded his mind from the doubt, as well as from anger or any other emotion. almost every emotion. Somehow Sha'ara's image kept popping up in his mind. What was he thinking? This was no way to win a duel. With some effort he emptied his head of all thoughts about the young woman. He was now filled with the sole purpose of doing his best in this match of skills of two Jedi, in order to show that he was worthy of the name, and in order to hone his skills so that he might be better prepared to fight the Dark Side.
The blade of cyan light swept forwards gracefully, wirring through the air like a swallow.
[Edited by Lightman on 08-28-2000 at 12:57 AM]
As Tawain approached his opponent, he felt doubt assail him. He tried to push it out of his mind, but this only made it worse, it almost became a pain...that's when Tawain understood what was happening.
"What's the problem...Darkon, yes? Are your fighting skills so miserable that you need your little mind-tricks in order to win?"
With that, he summoned up the force--which was back again, and as strong as it got--and shielded his mind from the doubt, as well as from anger or any other emotion. almost every emotion. Somehow Sha'ara's image kept popping up in his mind. What was he thinking? This was no way to win a duel. With some effort he emptied his head of all thoughts about the young woman. He was now filled with the sole purpose of doing his best in this match of skills of two Jedi, in order to show that he was worthy of the name, and in order to hone his skills so that he might be better prepared to fight the Dark Side.
The blade of cyan light swept forwards gracefully, wirring through the air like a swallow.
[Edited by Lightman on 08-28-2000 at 12:57 AM]