Satine, care for a match?

[Miryan no Trunks]

OOC: Challenge? Yes =) Setting, picture the beach from.. well.. "The beach." Crystal clear blue water, sand, tropical forest in behind, very hilly around

Figured since we said we'd have a fight back when you were fighting Graeme, might as well, eh? =)

IC: *The sky was beautiful. As MnT stood there on the beach, he gazed upwards, watching the blue sky, almost completely unmarked save for a few pure white clouds that drifted by. The weather was particularly nice here.. As he watched the clouds, he felt himself become distracted somewhat, a familiar prescence was nearby.. He felt out with his mind for a moment, finally realizing that it was the Jedi Alpha. Feeling good about the day, he decided to take him up on his earlier offer for a match, and called out telepathically to him..*

" ... Hey, It's MnT.... care for a friendly match..?"

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha hears him, and walks into plain sight, unsheathing the sword, ShadowBane, and says, "Sure Miryan."

Alpha gets into a defensive stance, and waits for an attack.

[Miryan no Trunks]

*Turning to see Satine emerge from the forest behind, MnT nodded*

.. Welcome, I'm looking forward to a good fight..

*That being said, MnT bowed down, to honor his opponent, and the upcoming battle. He reached back, quickly unstrapping Damnation's Touch from his back, and immediately went into a defensive position.*

.. The first move is yours..

[Satine Capashen]

"as you wish..."

Alpha jumps at MnT, slicing downwards. The Sith blocks it and counters with a stab that knicks Alpha's light armor. Alpha drops down, and sweeps Miryan's legs out from under him.

[Miryan no Trunks]

*Quickly tilting his torso in mid-fall, he thrust his left hand down, and propelled himself up in a hand-plant/spring. As he landed, he took a moment to collect himself back into his defensive position, and smiled..*

.. I'm impressed, you are very quick..

*Suddenly, MnT brought his blade up, holding it vertical right in front of him with both hands. Slowly, he spun it so that the point made a perfect circle, then leapt forward. As he neared, he thrust the blade out towards Satine's thoat. Easily dodged. A moment later, MnT had retracted the sword, and thrust it out again, this time towards Satine's right arm. Again dodged. Again thrust, to Satine's chest. Just blocked. MnT continued the barrage of well-aimed attacks, noticing that Satine was having more and more trouble keeping out of the way of the blade.*

*Suddenly, he thrust the sword out towards Satine's left arm, missing intentionally, and swung it down towards his legs. Satine jumped up to avoid it, and MnT took advantage. He planted his left foot to the ground, and brought his torso around, his right following suit in a whirlwind-kick that caught Satine right in the ribs, and sent him to the ground, hard.*

*Before the Jedi had even landed, MnT brought his blade back up, and was hopping around slightly, awaiting his opponent's reply.*

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha gasps for breath, and says, "Nicely done. but you'll need to do better than that!"

Alpha uses the Force to propel himself upwards, landing on his feet. The Rogue slashes fast, then as that is blocked, whips the sword around, and whacks MnT with the pommel, knocking him backwards, the Sith's mouth bleeding.

[Miryan no Trunks]

*Spitting a bit of blood out, MnT grinned, and spoke to his opponent..*

.. Your speed truly Is impressive, I'll keep that in mind..

*As if to punctuate the end of his sentance, MnT leapt forwards again, bringing him back into melee distance from the Jedi. He quickly swung his sword up towards Satine's head, causing the Jedi to block high, he then twisted the sword down and struck again, this time towards Satine's abdomen. The jedi blocked accordingly, but then felt his hands jerk up with the sword as MnT brought his sword away quickly, letting Satine's own strength work against him. Suddenly, his opponent's blade in no position to defend, MnT swung his sword again, in an up-right direction, towards Satine's upraised right shoulder..*

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha feels a burning agony as the blade burrows into his shoulder. He backs away, tearing the thing out, and watches as his armor flows over the wound.

"Ah the first wound of the battle."

Alpha smiles, throwing Trunks off balance, and then taps into the Force, throwing MnT backwards. Alpha charges, and swings his sword parralel with the ground. Miryan blocks, but Alpha spin kicks him backwards.

[Miryan no Trunks]

*The kick catches him in the ribs, almost knocking his wind out, and causes him to stumble backwards, more to avoid getting hit again before he caught his breath than anything else. Quickly regaining his composure, MnT grinned*

..Excellent shot..

*As he spoke the words, thoughts raced through MnT's head. He criticized himself harshly for being such an idiot to this point.. He was a sith, and had to remember that that didn't just entitle him to the name, but also the strengths that came with it.. ... Use the Force you idiot.. he thought to himself.. ... You won't win otherwise.....*

*Bringing an idea into play, MnT rolled his head around on his neck, a loud crack echoing throughout the area.. Suddenly, he was on the move again, running straight for Satine. He saw the Jedi snicker and bring his blade back for a head shot. MnT knew he wasn't in the best position to defend, but didn't let it bother him. Just before MnT was within range of the Jedi's attack, MnT smiled. Reaching one hand forward slightly, he executed a force pull that yanked the Jedi off his feet, and through the air. At the same time, MnT ducked down, and, in barely a moment, flattened his palms against the ground, flipped his legs up over his torso, and pushed off, using his arms like a springboard.*

*The force pull supplied quite a nice bit of extra power when MnT's feet hit Satine hard in the chest, and the sound caused birds in the trees to startle and fly off..*

*As MnT fell to the ground, his legs weakened by the attack, so did Satine. MnT got up slowly, relishing in the fact that he Could, in fact, get up slowly, taking the time to assess the damage he had done to his legs.. Fortunately, there hadn't been much, they would be somewhat painful to use, and there would be strain trying to get them to bend fully, but otherwise he was ok. He brought himself back into a defensive position, keeping his mind open to the force and his surroundings, while he waited for Satine to regain himself.*

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha shakes his head to clear it, and groans.

"That was a powerful move...It hurt."

Alpha himself taps into the Force as he gets up, smiling at the powerfu flow of power. Alpha seems to glow white, his aura darkened to a gray, but still bright. He rushes, and fakes a right slash. As Miryan dodges left, Alpha quickly slams the Sith with his left foot, the talons on it digging into Miryan's gut, and throwing him backwards. The Sith hits the sands, blood running out of the wound.

[Miryan no Trunks]

*Wincing, MnT felt at his side with one hand, then brought it up, observing the blood dripping off his fingers..*

.. Talons... An excellent advantage, truly.. Especially when they're sharp enough to cut so easily through my trenchcoat, not many things can, you know..

*As he finished talking, MnT dashed forwards again, bringing his blade up to the right, and beginning to slash down towards Satine's shoulder. Blocked, as per hoped, but this time, instead of just pulling away, the two locked into a strength battle. MnT knew he could win easily, because of Satine's wounded shoulder, but instead allowed his opponent to gain some ground. A few moments later, MnT fell to his knee, so Satine leaned over with the sudden shift in balance. Immediately, he pushed back up, thrusting up with his sword, causing Satine's own to be raised high above his head. As well, he used the upwards momentum to help empower a steel-toed snap-kick that connected hard on the Jedi's jaw, knocking his head up and back, with his body following along. About 4 feet back, he landed head first, a mere foot and a half away from the sand..*

*Not saying a word, MnT began hopping slightly back and forth in a defensive position, keeping moving so as to provide him with better chance to avoid attacks..*

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha sets his jaw back into place, and uses the Force to throw Miryan backwards. As MnT lands, Alpha gets up and charges. The Sith rolls away from a slash downwards, and gets to his feet. Alpha slides in, blocking various attacks, and soon catching a slash from the right with his blade's edge. Alpha puts both blades into the ground, and Alpha quickly brings his back up, hitting Miryan in the talon wound with his pommel.

[Miryan no Trunks]

*The pain was sharp, but not close to unbearable.. With a small grunt of effort, MnT brought his blade up too, crashing hard into the blade of Satine, and pushing it up and over with it. Damnation's touch slashed up and to the right, penetrating the Jedi's armor, and leaving a long bleeding wound, albeit not very deep, from the lower-right of Satine's abdomen, to the top-left, just below his ribs. Not even sparing the time to watch Satine cringe from the pain, MnT twisted himself around, bringing the heel of a hard right-footed spin kick to Alpha's temple, and sending him again to the ground.*

.. Hahh....

*The pain from the talon wound was biting, and MnT considered blocking it with his mind, or gathering energy to it, to promote clotting.. However, he knew that pain could be a powerful ally when fighting, if you could control it, and not allow it to distract you.. It would stay, and fuel his strength when he needed it to..*

*He brought himself back into his defensive position, chuckling to himself that he seemed to be much more on offense this battle, than defense, and awaited Satine's next move..*

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha groans slightly, and gets up, recalling his sword he dropped. The Jedi feints a jump, and as MnT goes to defend from an air attack, Alpha slides in, ansd gets him in the side of the face, a short, but deep, slice. The Sith uses the Force to throw Alpha into a tree, but he bounces back, slamming ShadowBane into Damnation's Touch. They lock together, contesting strength, and Alpha uses the force to throw Trunks to the ground. Alpha brings his sword to a defensive position, and waits for the Sith's next move.

[Miryan no Trunks]

*Lying on the ground, MnT reached up to his cheek, feeling the blood slowly oozing out..*

... Great... now I'll have scars on Both sides of my face...

*He closed his eyes, concentrating for a moment, letting his control over the force build.. Satine could feel the flux in the force, but was unable to tell what was going to happen, in order to defend.. It wouldn't have done him any good, even if he Had known.. a few seconds passed, and the Jedi suddenly felt like the planet was dropping out from under him. Looking down, he realized that no, it was he who was being launched into the air with a force push.*

*As Satine began to fall again, he tried to turn himself around, in order to prepare for his landing. However, his plans were cut short as his right half smashed very hard into the middle of a tree, his mass x velocity being more than enough to punch into, and through the tree.*

*Letting himself relax after using the force like that, MnT closed his eyes again and uttered a wordless prayer. He was saddened slightly for the loss of such an eloquent example of nature's glory, and listened as the top half of the tree crashed to the ground. He hadn't even noticed that Satine had continued on to smash into another tree with his chest, (not breaking the tree fortunately) and then descended the 15 or so feet to the ground below, where his fall was broken just as much as dirt and rocks can break a fall.*

*Slowly, MnT got back up, and took in a deep breath. He wished for the Jedi to have not been damaged too much by that attack, for if he Were, and was unable to continue the match, it would be a stain on his honor.. It had not been a particularly honorable blow...*

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha groans, and gets to his feet, feeling a broken rib, and uses the Force to take his sword out of the tree it was embedded in. He runs to Miryan, and swings his sword upwards, before bringing it down in an overhand slash.

{OOC: I might not be able to get on much. My server is acting bitvhy lately...Very slow. This is just ta warn ya.}

[Miryan no Trunks]

*As the Jedi gathered himself to his feet, MnT nodded slightly with a smile, and prepared himself..*

*As Satine charged forward with surprising speed, considering his chest injuries, MnT watched him begin raising his blade, but held his own in the defensive position he had already been in. He felt if he raised his own to defend too early, it would give the Jedi chance to swing his blade around for another attack that would not be so easily repelled. At the last moment, he swung Damnation's Touch up into a horizontal position, catching Satine's blade with ease. With an audible grunt of effort, MnT pushed his sword up and to the left, Satine's weakened right arm giving way easily. As he pushed, MnT spun himself around and planted his left foot just behind Satine's right. He let his momentum combine with raw strength as he brought his left elbow up to connect hard with the same side of Satine's head, sending him off balance. unfortunately, being off balance already helped very little when the foot caught on that of the Sith's, for the jedi found himself quickly falling face first into the ground, a couple of rocks aggravating even more, his chest.*

*MnT wasted no time in bringing his blade back down, and putting the tip of the blade to the back of Satine's neck. He held it there with enough pressure that the Jedi knew he couldn't move without risking impalement. MnT held his other hand down at Satine, in order to quickly defend any force attacks that may be coming, and then spoke..*

... Satine, do you wish to continue this battle? I personally am quite enjoying it.. You have very impressive speed and stamina.. If you do, then I will remove my blade, and we can continue. Of course, I imagine your chest injuries and the gash under your shoulder can't be doing you any good, so if you wish, we can end it, and you can heal yourself...

*At this point, MnT smiled*

... But naturally, I will ask for a rematch in the future, as this battle so far has shown me a few areas in which I will need to more effectively train myself..

[Satine Capashen]

"I'll keep going if it's all the same to you..."

Alpha smiles as the sword is withdrawn, and he gets up. Unbeknownst to Miryan, Alpha's arm had begun healing. He might not be an official jedi, but he still knew their signature Force move, Force Heal. Alpha gets into a fighting stance, his sword, newly recalled, in an upraised position. He motions for Miryan to make the first move.

[Miryan no Trunks]

*Smiling, MnT nodded his head as a sign of respect to the Jedi. He was truly a worthy opponent in battle. He hadn't given up, even with his injuries. Either he was stupid, a rager, or someone who knew the benefits of pushing yourself past your limits in order to widen your potential.. MnT felt strongly that he was neither of the first two..*

.. I'm glad..

*Taking a moment, MnT closed his eyes and meditated, using the deeper level of mental ability to have his subconcious increase the flow of clotting cells to his wounds.. After all, it would do no good to have his blood level drop to a point where he couldn't concentrate properly.. After a moment had passed, MnT opened his eyes again, and stared forwards, considering Satine's stance..*

... Hmm... This should be interesting... There's little opening in his defense, despite how standard of a stance he's in... His speed truly is an asset for him... Let's see just How fast though..

*As he finished the thought, MnT pressed off with his right foot, sprinting forwards. As he moved, he considered a waist-level stab, but knew that Satine would be able to just as easily side-step and slash down at him. Suddenly, an idea..*

*MnT pushed off again, a near-horizontal leap that carried him quickly towards the Jedi. As he neared, he brought his sword up, as if he was going to use an overhead slash, but instead, spun the entire sword around, so while his hands stayed in the same position, the blade was pointing down at an angle. His foot touched down, and he thrust the sword down towards the Jedi's stomach, knowing that it would be almost if not completely impossible to block with the Jedi's stance, but also knowing that he could quickly defend against an attack if neccesary..*


OOC: You aren't actually a Jedi? o_O Lol, news to me.. How come?

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha uses the Force in a concentrated blast, throwing him up in the air. The blade slices against his right leg, cutting deeply. The Young Jedi concentrates, and the blood clots fast, alowing him to land nice and soft.

The two combatents exchange furious blows, each blocked. As they reach a stalemate, Alpha locks swords, his newly healed arm straining in tandem with his other arm. The Sith pushes back, and they just stand there, not letting the other gain ground.

Alpha takes a deep breath, letting the force strengthen him, and, with blinding speed, sweeps Miryan's legs out from under him. As the Sith hits the ground, Alpha lands a spin kick to Miryan's ribs, knocking him into a tree, and cracking it.

{OOC:I went Rogue when I left GJO to join the now-defunct New Jedi Council. I have applied for membership again, and with any luck I will be a Jedi again though.}

[Miryan no Trunks]

*The two stood there, blades locked in a fierce test of strength. MnT continued pushing forward, noticing with pleasure that Satine's arm had finished healing itself, as there wasn't the same off-balance pressure that there had been a minute ago. Suddenly, MnT was caught in mid-thought, as the Jedi dropped backwards. He was barely able to catch his balance, as his legs were swept out from underneath him. Again, he had barely hit the ground, as Satine's foot came around again in a spin kick that connected hard with his ribs. The force was powerful enough that it caused him to bounce off the ground somewhat, and into a nearby tree. MnT had clenched up all the muscles in his upper torso in mid-air, so the damage was somewhat minimal, but still he heard a crack, and it wasn't from just the tree.*

*He fell to the ground, a shower of splinters coming to rest over his body. MnT fell into a deep meditation as he searched out for the wound in his body. A rib on his left side, a couple up from the bottom. He couldn't quite tell, but it was definately fractured at least, if not fully cracked. He took in a deep breath to calm himself, and to test just how bad it was. It didn't hurt as much as he expected it to, but it still hurt. Slowly, MnT got back up on his feet. Using peripheral vision as he did, he examined the structural damage of the tree.. It was crushed well enough, a well-placed kick would easily send it rushing down towards whereever he wanted it to. As he stood, MnT took in another deep breath, the pain from his rib stabbing at him again, and sheathed his sword. Slowly, he brought his right foot up, so that it was sitting vertically perpendicular with his body.*


OOC: Yes, I know it's not complete. I'm tired. I'll post the rest tommorrow. Gomen.

[Satine Capashen]

Allpha watches Miryan with detatched interest.

{OOC:Sure. Sleep well.}

[Miryan no Trunks]

*As he stood there, MnT slowly hooked his leg over by the knee, keeping the upper half completely straight up. He sat like that for just a moment, before suddenly jabbing it backwards into the weakened part of the tree. A loud succession of snaps and cracks followed, as the wood shattered in half, and began to tilt forwards towards where Satine stood.*

*Branches crashed loudly together as the upper half of the tree fell, a huge mass of movement, that caused enough of a physical distrubance in the force, that MnT was able to move around, without his prescence being detected. He leapt onto the the shaft of the tree as it tilted, using the natural speed and balance of his species to run up it as it fell. This kept him out of Satine's view.*

*Finally, as the flailing branches got close enough that Satine had to dodge or risk getting pummeled to death, he did so, and looked forwards towards the tree. He could not see the sith, and the force was still in enough turmoil that he could not sense him either.*

*Up above, MnT started to arch down. He had timed that jump perfectally, and the Jedi couldn't tell where he was. He took half a moment to conciously feel out how his rib was doing, and concluded that it was no worse off than it had been, a good sign at least. As he began to pick up speed, he looked down, and watched as the Jedi looked around for him, before finally looking up. He did so with a bit of a double-take, as he was not expecting his opponent to be there. A grin appeared on the Jedi's face, and he held his sword up, ready to impale the falling sith. This did not concern the Sith at all, for as he got closer, he thrust his hands down towards Satine, and the force began to flow.*

*A powerful wave of energy crashed into Satine from above, as if someone was dropping an ocean on him. He struggled to maintain his balance, but the force push as too much. His legs strained to their limits, then collapsed suddenly, toppling the Jedi to the ground. A dozen or so meters away, MnT landed softly, the push having launched him back up into the air somewhat, acting like a spring-board.*

*MnT regained his balance, and turned to face the fallen Jedi, while again unsheathing his sword, and bringing it to a defensive position..*

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha uses the Force, and pushes against the ground with it. Miyan watches with an interest as the Jedi did what looked like a useess manuver. As he pushes harder, the ground eventually pushes back, lifting Alpha into the air, nd suprising the Sith. As he lands Alpha brings his fist up, slamming down on the back of Miryan's neck, stunning him. Alpha backs away to give the Sith time to get up.

[Miryan no Trunks]

*MnT stood there, completely baffled by this show of strength in the force.. He had only ever seen Sith Master Anbira levitate himself via the force, and to have this Jedi here doing so himself, was more than a little unbelievable.. Yet there it was.. He shook his head to clear away the confusion, and felt Satine's presence coming down behind him.*

*Quickly, MnT dropped down to one knee, as he sensed Satine's arm swinging hard towards his spine. He tensed up the muscles in his neck, but the punch still succeeded in toppling him forwards. He just managed to bring himself into a roll, but was still able to carry it through into a standing position.*

*He quickly turned around, still somewhat distrought by that force display... Most Sith and Jedi Masters couldn't sustain a force push like that, and here was Satine, whom he thought to be the equivalent of a Warrior, or Knight at best, doing so.. He cleared his throat, and spoke, his rib sending a sharp pain through him with each syllable..*

... Satine... How are you able to sustain control over the force like that? I've only ever seen one person with such mastery over it, and I know of no-one who is an equal to Master Anbira...

*As he awaited the Jedi's reply, MnT took in a deep breath, expanding his lungs and bearing the pain it took to reposition his rib, which had been shaken a bit by the roll... He regripped Damnation's Touch, and brought himself into a defensive position..*

OOC: Umm... That really is border-line moding, using a move like that /=)

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha breathes hard, almost completely exhausted from the exertion. That was his price to pay for being able to do that...He had one shot at it, but it tkes almost all his energy from him.

"I had practiced that move for a while...I has one huge drawback though..."

Alpha gets into a weakend defnsive position, waiting for an attack to come.

{OOC:D oes that make up for it? If it is a powerful move that drains the user of energy, that isn't really GM'ing is it?}

[Miryan no Trunks]

*MnT stood there a moment, considering Satine's position.. He had just used most of his energy in an attack that, while surprising, was not entirely effective..*

... Satine.. I assume that you aren't in any condition to carry on the fight right now..

*At that, MnT resheathed his blade, and took a long deep breath..*

.. I have to end the battle, as you seem too exhausted from that move, to properly defend yourself, let alone Attack.. It was a fun match, I will say this.. It has given me much to think about, in regards to my speed and techniques.. And, well.. I trust this has taught you a good lesson for in battle.. Never exert more energy than your move will drain from your opponent..

*MnT nodded, then walked over to Satine, to offer assistance to getting to whereever he felt the need to go..*


OOC: Of course, if you want to continue the match, we can, but it seems kindof pointless =/

[Satine Capashen]

{OOC: Nah, I think that was a good match.}

lpha shakes Miryan's hand, and smiles slightly.

"Good job. Next time we fight I won't be so easy to exhaust."

Alpha's wings extend, and he takes flight, sending a Force message into Miryan's head. He hears Alpha's voice saying: Ya know, I don't think you're cut out to be a sith. you should look into joining the Jedi...

Alpha soon disappears from sight, determined to train much more, to improve his skills.

[Miryan no Trunks]

*As the words rang throughout his mind, MnT closed his eyes and shook his head softly..*

... A Jedi.. Me..? Not likely.. My life revolves around fighting, and training... My purpose is something that the Jedi would never permit in one of their own....

*As the thought ends, MnT walks over to a nearby rock, and leaning against it, looks up at the sky.. The blue had been replaced with grey, as clouds had rolled in during the battle. He sat there for a while, thinking.. And then the rain started....*