History of High Iquisitor Draco VanOrden

**"Ace"**

(OOC-I'll post stuff from Ace's time as a High Inquisitor here. This is one of his first lessons, and it's not m best work but I at least feel good havin' something here. I'll add more in time, and I'll try my best to keep it all in order. Again, this one sucks but whateve')

The sounds of clashing sabers pierced through the otherwise quite training center. The blades strikes grew more and more fierce and with each failed slash Draco swore under his breath. He had been fighting for nearly 2 hours and had only succeeded in draining his already limited energy resources. Sweat dripped from his jet black hair and decorated the cold hard stone floor below him, his arms were mostly numb from the constant battering of blades, but his ice blue eyes still burned with the same pride he bore when he challenged the Inquisitor. It was pride that got him into this mess, but it would be his pride with would make him the victor. He raced forward again sliding the blade just inches from the floor for a horizontal attack. The other man stepped back and watched and the blade hummed inches from his chest and face and smirked down at the boy, that condescending smirk that pushed Draco into this confrontation. “You’re getting slower boy, and I haven’t even attacked yet. You had a big mouth for just arriving a few months ago.” Draco was blinded by rage and swung madly in all directions; each slice only required the older man to step back one pace each time. Draco gripped the blade with both hands before delivering ne more strike…that his opponent stopped without flinching.

Draco was forced pushed back, his blade flew from his hand and switched off, and rolling across the floor, while his body was hit back several yards away. His body hit hard on his side and rolled another few feet. His insides were on fire, his muscles and bones hurt more than he could have imagined. Draco slowly began to push himself back up as the sounds of footsteps grew closer. “I expected more…from a twice trained force user…..” Draco laughed quietly to himself. “Have you looked at yourself VanOrden? I’ve known younglings to fight with more skill than you.” The older man force pulled Draco’s saber towards himself and spun it around in his hand, feeling the weight and balance of the blade. He ignited the saber and eyed the shape of the blade itself. “You’re not a complete failure…I wonder what Maria will think when she sees that you’ve lost…I wonder what that whore will- “
Draco felt something in him snap, he felt the numbness of his body fade and give way to the overwhelming rage that engulfed him. His mind shut down every thought, every feeling. He was working only off of his connection with the force…and his gut instinct. Draco rolled along to get more space between his opponents and drew his hand back as to punch; the older man was still stunned at the sudden change, not only physically, but through the force as well. That shock lowered his guard for the only moment Draco needed. The young man threw his punch, and watched as the older man was bent forward, as if hit hard in the gut. Draco’s lips twisted into a sick smirk at the sight. “Never…speak about her like that, cur!” He wasted no time in a follow up shot, this time an upper cut ‘force punch’ as Draco thought of it now. His blue eyes watched with a sick pleasure as the impact was etched on the man’s face, breaking his jaw and erupting blood from his mouth. His assault was ruthless and unrelenting; he hit again and again and again, each blow growing stronger as he deepened his connection to the force. He continued, though his opponent’s body was nothing more than a twitch on the ground, and Draco would have continued his barrage, had a certain voice not reached him through the force.

Draco….

His head snapped up and looked around. He knew this voice, one that was quiet and seductive, one that sent chills racing through his body and instantly excited him. His eyes looked around for her, he wanted her to see his success, how he brought down an Inquisitor with only 4 months of training…But she wasn’t there, only there bond through the force. “I’ve won...” he said tired, he drew his head slightly to one side and smirked down at the older man. …”Is that what you think? You have only proven that you have a certain...energy that refuses to be tame, and the inability to prevent your outbursts and temper tantrums…

Draco felt his temper flare at her condescending remark. “I won! What else do you want?”

He felt her slip deeper into his mind, something that wasn’t uncommon, and always a sign of trouble. He felt her tease parts of his brain that brought pleasure, he felt as if she was whispering at his ear, and for a split second, he felt her fingers brush against his thigh, another quick attempt to catch his attention…and tighten his leash. This is a monumental step in your training Draco…you have beaten and crippled your opponent, you have asserted your dominance in battle…but I want to see you kill him…
“Why the hell would I wanna do that?” he asked laughing at the thought. “I wanna fight him again when we both get stronger, he’s not worth any attention right now.” He could feel Maria’s agitation spike in the force. It was his Epicanthix heritage that desired stronger opponents, and it was his father’s influence that stopped Draco from killing a defenseless opponent. Both factors that Maria desperately longed to remove from the boy. Damn fool! You are both Members of the Inquisition! You rarely duel, you hunt and kill force users the quickest way possible. After today, you’re teenage banter will not goat him into another fight! He will kill you from the shadows, and I refuse to shadow you and protect you from the world.

Draco felt a sick twist in his gut as he turned to face the older man, who was either trying to stand back up, or having massive twitches throughout his body. He took a deep breath and pulled his blade into his hand and ignited the blade. Slowly he moved forward and lifted the broken body into the air…and with one swift motion, his crimson blade sliced at the neck and before the head could hit the floor, Draco had spun on his heel and stormed out of the training center, his blue eyes flashing yellow for one brief moment
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