Tassadun entered the training hall, many eyes being drawn to the psionic entity. He ignored the observers and went to a corner before cracking his neck. For glory. he whispered and flared his psi-blades. With practiced ease, he began to flow through various forms, slowly at first, but speeding up gradually. Eventually, the only thing reliably visible was the blue glow of his blades and the flash of his silver power armor. He kept this up for fifteen minutes before slowing down and doing a ceremonial bow, cutting off his psi-blades. What passed for his sweat gleamed from his exposed scales and his blue eyes flashed a pale silver before he seemed to smile. Hard to tell when he has no mouth.
After a ten minute break, he resumed the forms, following the same pattern he had before.
