He watched her movements as she practiced. The blade hummed in the air quickly, with deadly precision. He sensed the power growing with in her, with each strike she became more leathal: No mercy. Had the droids been flesh and blood, would she enjoy it more?

He stepped silently through the arena as the first droid dropped, then the second. The blaster bolts were dead on target, if the target would stand still long enough. Her body was fluid through her previous training, but the power behind it was what he had shown her. The third droid dropped, as he continued to move around the arena smoothly. His arms folded behind him.

As the last of the droids finally dropped, he approached her from behind, placing his hand upon her shoulder, the other hand was placed upon her elbow of her saber hand. "Your strikes continue to improve in strength and precision." He adjusted her arm slightly to show a more proper defensive stance that can quickly become aggressive. "Your body moves like fluid." The hand upon her shoulder moved down, tracing her spine slowly.

He leaned in slightly to her right side of her head. The whispered words were as chilled as the air that was ever presant around him. "No mercy, there is no such thing as defenseless, my young apprentice. The dark side flows through you more easily now than it has before..."

His hands moved up her body, smoothing out the training unitard, before resting on her shoulders. "I am very pleased."

His hand moved down the length of both arms, tracing the muscles with the fingers. "There is always room for improvement, my apprentice."

He moved around her body, facing in front of her. "You need to mix up your attacks, creating yourself to be more and more of a weapon." He relieved her of her saber, shutting it down and placing it upon her belt. "You need not rely on only the Force or your saber, but your mind and your body." He pushed her arms down until she allowed them to relax at her side.

"The Force is a weapon at your command, your body responds to your mind. In the end, it is onlyour mind that must be mastered." The fingertip rolls across her forehead. "Your mind cannot be taken from you when you are captured. Through all things, your mind obtains perfection."

"Perfection...," he started out "Is a the complete harmony that comes from the mind and body working in unison." He stepped back, his form falling into a combat position. His body began to flow easily, fluid for muscles, and the wind as its guide. "It comes from the mind teaching the body how to react and then allowing it to react."

He struck out, a punch flew towards her, but stopping but a hair's width from connecting with her, but then began to flow once again, his motion picking up to the point he moved around her, closing his eyes. The Force was with him, but it was not guiding him around her as he moved. "Such perfection comes from time and practice. Patience is key to it."

Another blow comes towards her, again, not connecting. He is demonstrating to her his his mind has obtained what she seeks. "The Force is a weapon, as is your body." He repeated. "Mastering both in combat and in peace." He was coming around to the front of her again before he stopped suddenly, and took a step towards her. His entire body was pressed gently against hers, the strands of wind and air passing between the two as they barely touched. His eyes finally opened, looking down at her.

"Instinct plays a part on the road to perfection." He quietly said. "Your body will respond to that instinct, once the mind teaches it." His hands reach up again to her shoulders, allowing his fingers to trace down the muscle lines in her arms before reaching her wrists.

"Instinct is that which causes you to move without thought, without response. The instinct to guard when a blow is coming towards you when you see it in your side vision." He moved her right hand into the defensive posture as he instructed her. The bottom of her hand pressed against the uniform tunic, the chill of his flesh escaping from the confines of his body. The same chill that comes from his fingers wrapped around her wrist.

"Instinct is knowing to hold your breath when you dive into water." He relaxed her hand once more, placing it to the side of her. "Instinct teaches us to fear. It is the mind that teaches us that there is no fear."

He released her wrists and moved around her to her back once more. His hands reached up, taking hold of her shoulders, massaging them gently. "Instinct allows the body to respond what it means to naturally move and respond to the environment." He leaned closer, kissed the back of her ear gently. "Instinct can be as powerful as a blade and more deadly than spice."

Her silence was interesting prompting the dark form to probe her mind which was interestlingly exposed, and raw. He closed his eyes, smiling darkly as he felt the raw passion and lust that had built up in the girl. He dragged his touch down her back, tracing her spine until he reached the small of her back to verify that was indeed what he was sensing. Of course, the Jedi taught her nothing of this, but that it was emotion that should be controled.

He turned her around slowly. "I sense an imbalance in you, my apprentice. Something you are unsure about, something that you have felt before but are confused about." The right hand reached up to remove her blindfold, tossing it upon the ground. His own eyes opened, finding her eyes quickly.

"You are feeling the fledgling of passion and lust, my apprentice. The instinct of man and woman. One that can pose the greatest danger to a Jedi." He caressed her cheek gently. "For us, it is so much more. It can focus our strength, build our power. Through other emotions such as rage and anger it gives us cause."

He rested his palm gently upon her cheek before he spoke again. "Tell me, my apprentice, what is it that you feel?"

"Attachments, hmm? An interesting understanding of it, my apprentice. You have seen me with my girls...They are not attachments, they are," he paused for a moment, while he smirked. "Fun." He continued to caress her body gently. The chill in the air that surrounded him became more active, as it pierced her clothing then her flesh, caressing her nerves and body like a long lost lover.

Slowly, he had been backing her against the wall leading her to eventually be pinned. The distraction of her wide ranging emotions caused her body to respond more than her mind. There would be a point in time when his apprentice would be wise to what had happened, once her back was against the wall. He himself was pressed against her, holding her in position. "Much like anything else, lust and attraction can be used as a weapon to get what you want, my apprentice." He said quietly, his eyes not leaving hers, they had begun to pierce, hunting through her mind and body, leaving its trademark chill across her body.

"Let go of the control."

"You do not know how to release, but you do." He leaned in close to her once more, his lips very close to her ear, his torso pressed against hers. "Instinct is natural as breathing at times." He whispered into her ear, before he kissed her ear gently. He pulled himself back, looking into her eyes.

"You simply need to listen to what your body wants. If you listen carefully, you will hear the details, the expression of those emotions you were foolishly taught to withhold." He caressed her flesh once more, while his other hand subtly released the catch for her utility belt, letting it drop like a weight in the ocean.

"Tell me, my apprentice..." He started, as a single finger drifted upwards from her belly up. "What is it that prevents you from releasing your control?"

He didn't wait for an answer as he moved in, issing her lips forcefully.