Ondua's Crystal whip-sword showed 'sparks' of glinting light as it arced through the Exclave's air, segments finally flowing in perfect coordination in the thick ambient essence. Each crystalline piece of the weapon now responded to his control as he worked through old forms. The rhythm was meditative, muscles remembering patterns practiced for decades. Kata that he had needed to define and refine on his own, trying out similar methods as more common weapons with only occasional help and pointers from the rare other user of unusual ones.
Striking sweep, retracting pivot, coiling loop, extending and locking.
