The Master was fully in the Force, mind actively searching for danger signs. He sensed rather than saw the chair legs coming at him, reacted without the need for thought. He snapped a hand up, snatching one leg out of the air, smacking the second away with the first leg. The final move was almost too difficult to describe, but as the blade closed, the chiar leg intersected it’s path. DT stepped backwards as he twisted his wrist, guiding and twirling the knife around the leg like a minature propeller. He let go of the leg, snatched the knife out of air, then faced the Dark Jedi with his sabre in one hand, it’s ominous colour shifting blade mated with the knife in the other hand. Shifting feet, he presented the sabre forward and feet in a backstance, arms spread wide along his axis, knife arm behind him.

Into the Force he went, further and further going deeper and deeper into the Jedi calm, allowing the Force to meld with him. His mind came alive in it’s defences and mental armour, seeking and probing the Force for tricks and opportunities.