The practice room was nearly empty, excluding three men in a sparring arena. One was sitting comfortably on a chair while the other two were dueling fiercely. Keldon was overseeing the training of See Sorak and Darth Baine, both of whom requested the guidance. Baine and Sorak were going at it as though their lives depended on it, which they thought it did. They were only using training lightsabers, but Keldon hadn�t told them that yet. Instead he told them that whoever killed the other got a pay raise.
They believed him and now were combating for the extra credits. He was finding the situation rather amusing and quelled laughter down surprisingly well. Sorak had proven more than confident with a lightsaber, but was lacking the control of the Force. Baine was literally the opposite, having a high prestige of the Force but barely any proficiency with a lightsaber.
Keldon was sitting to the side in the arena, critiquing every now and then. Baine had been gaining skill over the course of three months training, but Sorak did circles over Baine with his lightsaber. Sorak did some crazy spinning maneuvers and flips when he fought, barely staying still, while Baine was more of a stationary fighter, relying on defense before dealing the killing blow.
Baine knew this, and after he blocked off a strike he sent a wave of electricity at Sorak. The electricity was nowhere near as strong as Keldon's, but it had its impact on Sorak almost the same. Sorak couldn't use the Force to anticipate the manipulation in the Force, so the lightning found its mark. The coruscating voltage, his skeleton briefly showing as Baine let go of the current, engulfed Sorak. Baine couldn't hold the lighting for more than three seconds or else he would get engulfed too.
Sorak was panting, smoke kindling off his body along with his anger. "Don't fall into your rage, See Sorak," Keldon called from the sidelines. "Your anger betrays you." Sorak ignored him and lunged forward, letting his hate flow through him. He struck fiercely at Baine multiple times, each one successfully blocked. Baine returned the favor and nicked Sorak on the side. Then Sorak's fury really let loose.
Sorak threw the lightsaber down and smoked Baine in the face. Baine reeled back from the strike and swung viciously with his leg. He got Sorak on his ribs, knocking him down.
Keldon watched for a few seconds before he stood up, walked forward a meter and blasted both of them with Force Lightning. It wasn't enough to kill them, but it did get his point across; he was not very happy with what they were doing.
"I told you both not to give into your anger and look what you did!" Keldon shouted furiously. He hated whenever training degenerated into a catfight. He also hadn't let go of the lightning yet; he had sent both young men into the wall. "You guys wanted to train and instead you guys carry on like six year-olds! You're both grown men, in your mid-twenties for God's sake!"
He finally let go of the lightning, the two men slumping to the floor. Keldon was also using this as another test to show how to control your anger in a tense environment. "Training is done for today." With that, Keldon turned on his heels and walked out of the arena.
"What was with that?" Baine asked Sorak, wiping some sweat from his brow.
"Shut up asshole," Sorak retorted, stomping out of the room. Baine was left alone in the sparse training room.
I don't think I'll ever get along with him, Baine thought as he left the room quietly. But we both need the training desperately. But I want to know why Keldon has been so intense on this training. I felt something in the Force, but I don't know what. It's like he's planning something for us.