05-10-2007, 11:26 AM
Damian smirked at her sudden, forward remark. "Don't get ahead of yourself now..." he remarked, heading to his training area. It was nothing more than an empty metal room, where the walls, ceiling and floor were impact-sheilded against lightsaber and blaster energy. Even so, the walls were scorched with several saber slashes and blaster shots. Damian slipped out of his loose pants, tossing them aside. He was left with what could only be described as a black thong. He winked and smiled softly. "Clothing gets in the way..." he remarked, smiling as a small round, floating droid fell from the ceiling, and started moving around the room with a pneumatic hiss. "Heads up, the exercise just started..." he said, using the Force to summon his lightsabers, igniting them in a defensive posture.
