Snippet #2736475

Phora laughed, once again reminded of past in form of this training. She was fed up with rocks, but it was a good training actually. Phora stood into designated place, took a deep breath and let air out.
Rocks should be easy – she thought to herself as she lifted one. Aiming at riffs, rock flew.

Good, now twice as far – She thought and repeated action from before, rock this time went slightly too far.

Rusty, now five times – She thought and failed, her rock flew six times farther, while intented distance was five. Phora repeated it few more times before yelling loudly after her eight fail.

“Again slightly too far! Why can't it be perfect!”

Rholdun watched the apprentices training from a distance, taking a short break from swinging the lightsaber. Surprisingly, he still was good at it, way better than with Force-using. The apprentices did fine as well, at least that was what he was thinking, until the outraged scream of Phora reached his ears. That wasn't what he was expecting while watching the “younglings”.