Silent Reckonings [Yord Fandar x OC]

Chapter 10

The training hall was abuzz with anticipation as Elara prepared for her session with Master Yord and his padawan, Tasi Lowa. Tasi, a Zygerrian Jedi known for her strategic mind but average skill in lightsaber combat, stood beside Master Yord. Elara felt a mix of excitement and apprehension as she faced the new challenge of group combat.

Master Yord, his expression calm and focused, outlined the objectives for the session. "Today's training will focus on combat in a group setting. Elara, you'll be working with Tasi to understand how to coordinate and fight effectively in a team."

Tasi nodded, her demeanor serious as she adjusted her lightsaber. "I'll do my best to complement Master Yord's training."

As the duel began, Yord initially held back, allowing Elara and Tasi to find their rhythm. The sparring session started at a moderate pace, giving the two Jedi an opportunity to work together. Elara quickly adapted, her movements fluid and precise as she and Tasi exchanged strikes and parries.

However, as the session progressed, Master Yord gradually increased the pace and intensity. His strikes became more relentless, and his tactics more aggressive. Elara and Tasi were pushed to their limits, their coordination and combat skills tested under the mounting pressure.

Elara was in her element, matching Yord's swift swings with equal skill. Her focus was unwavering, her reflexes sharp as she blocked and countered. Tasi, though struggling slightly, did her best to support Elara, her strategic mind working to anticipate Yord's movements.

In the midst of a heated exchange, Tasi made a critical error. In an attempt to counter one of Yord's aggressive strikes, Tasi swung her lightsaber with too much force. The blade, intended to deflect Yord's attack, ended up grazing Elara instead. The heat of the saber seared through her clothing, leaving a painful burn across her chest.

Elara gasped as the intense heat and pain registered. She staggered back, her hands instinctively reaching for the burn. The gash was not fatal, but it was a long, painful burn that marred her otherwise pristine training attire. The area around the burn was reddened, blistered and Elara winced as she assessed the damage.

Master Yord immediately halted the training, his expression one of concern. "Elara, are you alright?"

Elara nodded, gritting her teeth to endure the pain. "I'm fine. Just a burn. It stings, but it's not too bad."

Tasi, her face flushed with guilt, hurried to the medpack. Without thinking, Yord took the medpack from her and found an ointment to soothe the burns. Elara quickly removed her damaged tunics, leaving her in a thin, sheer undergarment that draped over her bosom with long burns visible down the center.

As Yord began applying the soothing balm to Elara's burns, she placed her hands on his shoulders for support. The pain was intense, and her eyes filled with tears as the balm touched the burned skin. Yord's hands trembled slightly, and he struggled to maintain his focus. The proximity to Elara's exposed skin made it challenging for him to stay professional. His face burned with embarrassment as he tried not to let his gaze linger on her exposed chest.

Elara's shallow breaths and pained expression made the situation even more awkward for Yord. He worked carefully, trying to avoid staring at her and focusing instead on easing her discomfort. Despite his best efforts, the sight of her in such a vulnerable state was overwhelming, and he could barely keep his hands steady.

After applying the cream, Yord stepped back, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and concern. "Elara, you should go to the infirmary to get that checked. Let me walk you there."

Elara shook her head, her voice firm despite her discomfort. "No, I'd rather just go to my room. I don't want to make a scene."

Yord hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, let me at least walk you to your room."