A New Purpose (Closed)

[Warren Azalin]

Setting: The planet Gamorr, middle of the night.
:: The moonlight reflected off the Jedi's new metallic wings as he flew from place to place, casting an imposing shadow upon the ground as he flew he began looking more like an Angel of Death then the Bringer of light that he was. He had come to this planet for one purpose and only one purpose alone, To rid the universe of Sumor Rayial, Sith Lord of The Sith Empire. This was not to be a mission of revenge or even hatred, cause as a Jedi he had cast these emotions aside long ago. No this mission was for the greater good, with one less strong force of hatred in the universe he would do his job as a Jedi. Creeping along he had still seen nothing indicating Sumor was even on this planet, but Warren had his heard from a closed source that The Sith had taken a few Disciples out here for some combat testing. Thinking of this he smiled, if he had his way Sumor would really have something to test today ::

:: Flying farther and farther from his ship he heard gunfire up ahead, knowing it had to be him he slowed down and brought himself to the ground carefully. Looking ahead as we walked towards the noise he saw what seemed to be the figure of four men. He couldn't tell the rest but he could tell the large man in the lead was Summoner, not wanting to give himself away he sent a message through the force ::

"Today shall be the last day of your life, I have come here to rid the universe of your foul presence. Prepare yourself Sumor, for soon you will meet your maker."

OOC: 3 posts per day and only post once until everyone else has posted

[Vega Van Derveld]

:: Vega stood with his hands folded behind his back, a dark scowl embeded across his face. The nights moon reflected in his eyes as he looked up to the sky, eagerly awaiting the battle which was soon to begin between this band of fighters.

With his saber at his hip, lightrapier on the other, and his Sith Sword slung in a holster like contraption over his shoulder, Vegas robes fluttered gently in the breeze, disclosing the array of weaponary which had previously been concealed.

As crisp as the night air was, Vega could feel the tension and smell the of anticipation that hung like a thick fog around the 4 Sith filled Vegas lungs, causing him to exhale deeply, breaking the silence around him ::

[Sumor Rayial]

**They had just finished up their testing when Sums recieved Warren's message. Spinning around he found the Jedi through the force and smiled wickedly.**

Well, well, look who they finally let out of the bacta tank. Nice of you to join us. Now what were you saying? Oh right time to make my maker right? Funny I count you, and the four of us. So exactly how did you intend to accomplish this grand feat of extermination? For that matter forget physically, how were you planning on this mentally? Not very Jedi like to seek revenge Warren Azalin. But if your goal is to turn to the darkside or even better death, I will be happy to assist you.

[Nichos Marr]

Nichos landed his YT-1300 not far from where Dragon had spotted Warren. With him, he had brought dragon dlayer and Damel Girte to assist. Nichos wasn't sure what Warren wanted with Gamorr.

Nichos steps down the ramp followed by the two other Padawans. This planet was pretty beautiful except for the barbaric race that inhabited it. Gammoreans were a disgusting barbaric race of pig like creatures. Dragon walked up beside Nichos.

"Any idea where Warren is?" He asked.

"Unfortunately no," Nichos responded.

Nichos closed his eyes and searched for Warren through the Force. He caught a message that sounded like Warren's voice. It was addressed to Sumor Rayial. Nichos had faced Sumor before, not one of his best moments.

He now knew what Warren was here for. "No this isn't right Warren!" Nichos thought to himself. He could now feel Warren, but just barely.

"Warren is in that direction. We must hurry!" Nichos pointed east.

The two other padawans nodded and checked they had all their gear. Nichos broke out into a run heading straight for Warren. "I must stop him!" Nichos thought.

[Dragon dlayer]

*dragon had just finished putting on some new weapons when he looked to see nichos running*

"Hey wait up!!"

*dargon takes off in a dash following nichos*

"I hope we get ther in time" *he thought to him self*

*dragon slighty turned his head*

"Hey damel com'on!"

[Anubis Lockheart]

Anubis re-adjusted his footing his swivelled them into the dirt. He stood alongside his comrades, all 4 of them were looking in the same direction. A gentle breeze blew in between them 4 as they remained motionless, except for his hole torn cape flapping loudly. His saber was clipped to his belt as he ran his hand over it, checking it was there. He also checked for his sith Blade (http://www15.brinkster.com/ironwolf/Site/anubisblade.jpg), given to him by his master. Also his small array of explosives he had in his belt.

Anubis was as ready for battle than he would ever be. Whoever chose to face him, would surely never forget this day, If they survived. He remained composed, although eagerly awaiting the battle at hand.

[Damel Girte]

*Damel said nothing as she clipped her own saber to her belt, swinging her backpack onto her shoulders, then scrambled forward in a mad dash to catch up with Nichos and Dragon. Hoisting the bag higher onto her back, she settled into an easy lope beside them as they ran towards the combatants. She could vaguely sense them through the Force- Warren, and some Sith... she couldn't quite identify. The night air seemed still, yet full of tension as it rushed past the running padawans. Heart pounding, she turned to Nichos.

"What's happening?"

*Before he could answer, the warriors came into sight. Vague silhouettes, shadowy against the moonlight- one she recognized, with the silvery light reflecting off his wings, and several others she didn't...

They came to a stop in the clearing.*

[Miryan no Trunks]

OOC: I'm gonna have to assume that this battle takes place before Jedah Lynch nearly kills me in TSE's training grounds.

IC: *The moon bore down onto the field around him, its light delievering an eerie glow to the darkness. As MnT gazed up at it, he let its energy calm him, mind, body, and soul. Closing his eyes, he seemed to feel his blade calling him, it had not seen the honor of battle in some time now, as he had been getting himself used to the feel of Lightsabers. Now however, he knew a fight was eminent, and it was time to let Damnation's touch have a turn at glory.*

*He lowered his head, letting his eyes rest on the Jedi. He recognized Warren, the knight who had nearly stolen off with his right to becoming a sith warrior. The others, however, were either hidden in shadow, or unfamiliar to him.*

*Closing his eyes again, he bowed down to honor his friends, his opponents, and the battle that would inevitably soon occur between them, and rested his hand on the hilt of his broadsword, waiting to unsheath it*

[Warren Azalin]

:: Watching as the Sith gathered around feeling his presence he unhooked his sabers, with a snap-hiss the air around him became engulfed in a blue and red glow. Warren was ready to strike as he felt the presence of others around him, turning to see Damel, Dragon, and Nichos he smiled. It seems the odds had just been evened, not wasting another moment he went charging into the fray with both sabers ignited. Today he would make sure he spilled the blood or Summoner all over the place, even if it killed him ::

[Sumor Rayial]

**Sums felt the other Jedi before they appeared and smiled, this might end up being somewhat of a challenge after all. Moving his head to the side he nodded to his comrades.**

Pair off. Azalin's mine.

**Turning back Sums watched as the Jedi started forward. Nonchalantly he reached down and unclipped his sabres, only igniting one end of the double blood red saber and the one single black bladed saber. Closing his eyes for a moment he reached out and touched the blackness within. As the eye lids retracted Sums peered out at Warren, his eyes black as the night sky.**

[Miryan no Trunks]

*Upon hearing the words, MnT looked forwards, to the Jedi who stood nearest him.. He walked up to Damel, and began charging ki energy into his sword, giving it the same properties as a saber, as well as an eerily deep purple glow that seemed to dance with the shadows..*

*Nodding quickly out of respect to this Jedi he didn't know, he spoke*

... Shall we...?

[Vega Van Derveld]

:: Vega crossed his arms, looking towards Nichos and dragon.

Either of you feel like being crippled, hmmm?

He then awaited the movement of one on the jedi, his hand itching to grab his saber ::

[Nichos Marr]

The last thing Nichos was expecting at this point was a fight. He watched as Vega stared at him and Dragon. Nichos tipped his head to the side and watched Damel and Warren engage in battle.

"Warren! This is not right!"

He watched as Vega advanced. Nichos didn't know what to do. His mind raced at the possibilities. He couldn't even call on the Force for guidance. 4 angry Sith were demanding a battle.

"Son of a Wookiee..."

Nichos thought to himself for a moment. What the frell was he going to do? There was only one thing to do with a Sith around. He had to fight or else the Sith would kill him. Nichos unclipped his saber and ignited it with a snap-hiss. He turned to dlayer.

"I got Van Derveld, you take Anubis."

Nichos' battle-ready gaze fell upon Vega.

"Bring it on."

[Dragon dlayer]

"right"

*Dragon takes his Ls and swings it, igniting it as he did halfway threw the swing*

[Damel Girte]

*The girl's eyes darted off MnT for a moment, looking hesitantly around at the other Jedi. They were all fighting. Fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting... Why? She flicked the golden blade on, the steady thrumming washing over her thoughts, and nodded back at MnT, struggling to keep a straight face. Setting her left foot forward into a defensive stance, she brought up her saber, echoing what she had heard the older fighters say before, with what she hoped was the same degree of solemnity.*

"Let's dance."

[Anubis Lockheart]

Anubis stared into Dragon's eyes as he watched him ignite his saber. He grinned as he did the same, his silver saber snapped to life as it peirced through the crisp air. He secured his grip around the hilt, and remained focused. Anubis allowed the dark side to flow through him, and the force to guide him. He remained in a defensive, yet composed stance as he tested Dragon's patience.

"Come Jedi, face me..."

[Vega Van Derveld]

:: Vega grabbed his saber from his side, spinning the hilt into his right hand whilst igniting its blade all in one fluid motion. The yellow beam sent a cascade of light up onto Vegas face as he moved towards Nichos, picking up a small amount of speed as he did.

He twist the saber down infront of him before swinging it in a full arc so that he could grip it in two hands. He skidded to a halt, sticking out like a sore thumb as he was now placed in the middle of sharp glaring Jedi and Sith.

Let us begin, Marr..

Vega pressed both boots hard into the ground beneath him, stablizing his posture ::

[Nichos Marr]

Nichos jumps back, narrowly missing another slash by Vega. He could see the Sith was a big brute. Pretty much like all the other Sith he had encountered. Nichos smiled and gripped his own saber with both hands. The blue blade represented all that Nichos stood for. He knew the Sith had to be stopped somehow.

He charged at Vega, swinging his lightsaber at Vega's midsection. The move was parried, but that didn't stop Nichos. He slashed right and left, picking up his speed. He let the Force guide his motions and direct him. Nichos jabbed left, both their sabers connected and hissed. The Jedi stared straight at Vega. Behind Vega, clumps of mud raised off the ground. Vega was so angry at Marr that he couldn't sense them until it was too late. He was surprised when one hit him in his back. He was momentarily distracted. Nichos swiftly kicked him in the chest, sending him back. The Jedi assumed a defencive stance.

[Vega Van Derveld]

:: Vega stumbled back a few steps before regaining his composure. Yet another Jedi using the world around them, a.k.a nature, to attack him. He detested this, due to the outcome of his battle with Amazon Babe.

With a quick movement, he thrust forward his saber. The yellow blade clashed with that which Nichos was holding and the two twisted round in an arc as both combatants struggled to over power each other.

Vega leant his weight forward and rose his right foot quickly into the air, pushing it at full power into Nichos' ribcage. The Jedi wheezed quietly and lost his footing for a moment, giving Vega the chance to swing a swift slash at Nichos' mid-section. ::

[Nichos Marr]

Nichos quickly brought his saber over to block the attack. He managed to block it, but the added power caused Nichos to trip back. He rolled backwards and stood up not far from Vega Van Derveld.

Nichos noticed a native animal of Gamorr, a quizzer. He had an idea. The Jedi planted a picture of Vega being a shiny piece of metal in the quizzers head. The creatures loved shiny objects. This particular quizzer went mad and leapt off the tree. Vega turned just in time to watch the creature dig it's claws into Vega's shoulder. The creature began to stab and scratch Vega. Nichos didn't even have to control it's actions.

The Padawan focused on the Force, using a technique called Force Blind. He blocked his presence and sunk back behind a tree. Nichos could still hear the creature attacking Vega.

OOC: Just a side note, Quizzers are actual Gammorean animals and are fascinated by shiny objects.

[Dragon dlayer]

"You go first..."

[Miryan no Trunks]

*The phrase "Let's Dance.." played over in his mind.. It pleased him, somewhat, as he found himself hoping that his opponent would at least follow somewhat true to the idea, letting their battle be more a thing of grace and skill, instead of a "who can bash each other the hardest" sort of thing.. He quickly manuevered himself into a version of his favored balanced off/def stance, angling the blade from right to left and up, and nodded to his opponent, for her to make her move*

[Damel Girte]

*As the sound of the humming blade filled her mind, Damel saw that MnT intended for her to go first. She would have to rely on her wits for this battle rather than brute strength. Wits and speed. Striding forward with her left foot, she snapped her elbows downwards, sending the blade hurtling diagonally down towards MnT's left shoulder.*

[Miryan no Trunks]

*A slight frown letting itself show on his Face, MnT simply tilted his blade a bit more, holding it higher, and blocking the saber of his opponent from it's target..*

.. No, you should have at least gone for my Right shoulder, it was less protected..

*Not letting his concentration waver, even when speaking, he quickly thrust the sword up/right, into the air, pushing Damel's up with it. Just as it was about to cross over Damel's head, he reversed it's momentum, and quickly began bringing it down at his opponent, who's saber was still recovering from being pushed up above her as well.*

*He saw her flinch as the blade quickly covered the short distance to her skull, and smiled as the Jedi stood there, waiting.. Less than an inch from her head, he stopped the blade, and let it's hum ring softly in both of her ears. Slowly, she opened her eyes, just in time to get pushed back about 6 feet by a force push.*

*Damnation's Touch held in a defensive position, he began hopping back and forth from foot to foot, ready to move in an instant..*

...Again..

[Vega Van Derveld]

:: Vega lashed out violently and threw the creature into the air, holding it there with the use of the force. He lunged his saber, then, convulsively towards the small beast, piercing the energy blade straight through.

FOOL!

He allowed the being to drop to the floor in a whimpering, bloody mess. Vega then span on his heel and shot a glare around the area.

Cowardly Jedi! Show yourself!

He focused then on the darkside and began to pick up some life signals to the left, behind a rather large tree. Distastefully, he grinned to himself whilst walking to the tree. He stopped beside it, knowing Nichos was there.

With a small laugh, and exhalation of air, Vega darted to the side and jumped forward towards Nichos, his saber held in two hands above his head ::

Prepare to become one with the Force!

[Nichos Marr]

Nichos had sensed Vega and had anticipated his attack. As Vega leapt forward, Nichos rolled under him and turned around. The Padawan got up quickly and kicked Vega in the back, right into the tree.

Nichos used his telekinetic Force powers and sent Vega flying up a few feet. The Sith smashed right into a thick branch. Nichos broke off his concentration and watched Vega fall to the floor.

He brought his arm back, and flung his saber into the air. He used the Force to guide it, and used it to cut two large branches above Vega. His saber came back to him and he watched the objects fall towards Vega. Nichos used the Force to pin him in place.

[Anubis Lockheart]

Anubis felt the heat of his saber against his face. For some reason, the jedi always wanted him to attack first. The ways of the Jedi were foreign to him but he was keen to learn. He lowered his saber, pointing it at Dragon. Then force enhanced, sped towards him with his saber. His saber pointed at his chest, he became closer and closer. Dragon was prepared to block, but instead, Anubis jumped high in the air. Flipping and landing behind Dragon, He aimed a strike towards Dragon's back.

OOC: Sorry bout the delay been caught up.

[Vega Van Derveld]

:: Vega groaned quietly as he tried to counter-act Nichos powers. He was deeply enraged at the Jedi and as the Darkside began to run through him, he rolled to the side, breaking free of the hold which Nichos had once had on him.

On rolling, he skidded to his feet and ran at Nichos, spinning on his heel as the branches hit the ground behind him, kicking dirt into the air. Vega lunged forward and thrust his saber towards Nichos' leg, twisting it in the air as he did.

Nichos dodged to the side and as he did, Vega lept into the air, spin kicking the Jedi and connecting the side of one boot with the jaw of the Jedi. Nichos stumbled to the side a few paces and was caught off guard as Vega landed, throwing a force enhanced punch into his rib-cage thus sending him flying back into another tree ::

[Nichos Marr]

Before the padawan could hit the tree, he stopped himself with the Force, only a few centimetres away from the bark. He returned his gaze to Vega 12 feet away. Nichos blocked his pains with the Force.

"Sith fool."

Nichos swung his lightsaber in the air. It quickly flashed past Vega, never hitting him. It came back to Nichos. He caught it. A few giant mushrooms, on Vega's side, had been cut by Nichos' saber. The mushrooms were known as snoruuks. The giant mushrooms flew at Vega. He turned to meet them. Van Derveld used his saber and slashed them all down. When he turned back, he met Nichos' foot in his face. Nichos had managed to break Vega's nose. The padawan followed that with a kick to the stomach, and a slash with his saber. He left a gash in Vega's stomach. Nichos jumped back and initiated his battle healing powers. He had to heal his wounds and fast.

[Vega Van Derveld]

:: Vega groaned loudly and stepped back a few paces, drawing on his pain to fuel his body as he nestled his bloody nose for a moment.

(Idiot...)

Vega swiped his hand to the side, allowing the blood running from his nose to trickle slowly down his face. He lowered his head and then brought his saber back to a position infront of him.

Though he was weakened a little, he was still easily able to move. He rushed at the Jedi and triple-slashed across his chest, the second slash grazing about 2 inches deep. He then, on the rebound of the final slash, lept into the air and round housed Nichos clean into the tree which he had almost hit before.

The healing session which the Jedi had begun had been cut short abruptly, and as Nichos hit the tree with a loud thud Vega omitted a small chuckle, his eyes raising to look at the sky.

A clusters of trees blocked his view of the thunderous night horizon, but this didn't bother him. They could be used to his advantage at some point.

(Stop thinking and fight..)

Vega nodded to himself quickly, preparing a force enhanced jump.

Nichos looked upwards as the Sith dissapeared into the canopy of the trees. The leaves rustled frantically as Vega ran across a large branch, approaching Nichos' position.

(Gun..)

Vega pulled a small blaster from his waist and span it into grip, now holding a weapon in each hand.

(Bang..)

He fired off 5 shots down to the Jedi, still on the run around in the trees, his nose still bleeding ::

OOC - Just cos you're not Anakis, I'm not gonna mention the breaking the nose thing..

[Nichos Marr]

Nichos, sensed the shots from up high. In a brilliant swirl, his saber blocked all five. He pushed back his pain, still using his healing technique. He wasn't as hurt as he should be, but his chest screamed out at him.

Nichos pretended to look around for the Sith until he could pinpoint his exact location. He flipped upwards and kicked the surprised Sith off the tree. Vega hit the ground with a smack. Nichos jumped back down and stood directly over the Sith in obvious pain. He placed one foot on Vega's chest and pushed it down hard to hold him in place. Nichos pointed his lightsaber at Vega's neck. Any movement by Vega would kill himself.

"Don't make me do this Sith."

[Vega Van Derveld]

:: Vegas eyes light up, adrenaline surging through him at the same pace as the Dark side, both feelings running freely through his body. He tensed his body up and stared Nichos straight in the eye.

(... 6...)

His message went clearly into the mind of the Jedi.

(... 5...)

Vegas breathing slowed down partially, each intake or exhale silent yet deep. Questionningly, Nichos furrowed his brow at Vega.

(... 4...)

The Sith merely gave a smile, closing his eyes and relaxing a bit. In his hand though, Seraphim twitched slightly, causing the yellow blade to move a few centimetres on occasion.

(... 3...)

Nichos could sense Vega was doing something, so pushed his foot harder down onto the Siths chest. The dark warrior heaved his chest inward as the sole of Nichos' boot pussed against his rib cage.

(... 2...)

Nichos watched unsurely as Vegas free hand ventured to a small piece of metal hanging from his waist. With a sudden movement, Seraphim arced across infront of Vegas neck, dangerously close to his flesh. Leaving a graze as it passed, Seraphim met with Nichos' left knee sharply. Nichos jerked forward to penetrate Vega with his saber, but this was where the small shard of metal came into play.

Crane appeared just in time to hard block Nichos' saber, the two blue blades clashed together almost blinding Vega with hot sparks.

...1..!

Vega pushed Crane harder against Nichos' and in doing so, entered a temporary stalemate with the Jedi. This, however, did not last for long, because no sooner had they locked sabers , Vega swept Seraphim (his yellow saber) towards Nichos'.

The Jedi took a few paces backwards, allowing time for Vega to roll to the side, now crouching, armed with both his lightsaber and lightrapier ::

[Nichos Marr]

Nichos slowly moved back from Vega. This Sith was indeed an amazing fighter. Nichos was hurt and rather tired. He called upon the Force to him. He was using a technique to remove his fatigue. Nichos exerted the pressure as if it was air inside of him. He could feel himself more awake and aware now.

In his right hand, he held his lightsaber confidently. He felt awakened and refreshed in a way. Blocking his other pains with the Force, he was still working on his internal healing. Moving around a lot slowed the process.

Nichos leapt atop a tree, concealing himself. He focused on the Force once again. This time he felt his throat tingle as his vocal patterns changed. He imitated Lord Sumor's voice, making it come from all directions.

"Vega! Behind you!"

Vega turned around holding both of his weapons as Nichos had anticipated. Quickly the Jedi swung from a branch and flew towards Vega, kicking him in the back. Vega swung around knewing he had been tricked. Nichos kicked again, kicking his wrist hard. Vega let go of his rapier ever so slightly. Using the Force, the Jedi made the rapier go flying into the trees. He swung his leg upwards and kicked Vega in the crotch. The Sith fell backwards. Nichos jumped back, and waited. He could feel himself healing each moment.

[Vega Van Derveld]

:: Vega stumbled backwards a few steps, almost loosing grip of his lightsaber. He managed to sustain his posture after a few seconds, drawing on the pain which he had just been given to fuel his anger.

Nice little trick you have there, Jedi. However it will not work again..

Vega groaned loudly as he rushed forward, holding his saber at a diagonal angle in his right hand. A sudden surge in the force allowed him to jump high into the air. He seemed to hover there for a few seconds, spinning his saber above his head.

He then dropped down, through past a few branches. His saber, on the way down severed one rather large branch, causing it to fall with him.

I hope you are feeling lucky..

The Sith Warrior dropped to just above the Jedi Padawan, dragging his saber violently down over Nichos' chest. The delicious smell of burning flesh tinted the air as the Jedi stepped a few paces back from the Sith, receiving a hard kick to his upper-ribcage followed by another powerful lunge towards his chest.

The lunge missed, and as Nichos moved backwards Vega heard Crane whirring down towards the ground quite near. He sensed it easily. It was 5 foot to the right, half driven into the mud, de-activated. He was concerned much with it at the moment though.

Count your blessings and say yours prayers. Weep not knowing you will soon meet your makers, Jedi.. but weep for I shall deliver you to them...!

Vega thrust his left palm forward, Force pushing Nichos' about 7 foot away, angled a little to the right ::

[Nichos Marr]

Nichos grabs at the gash on his chest in pain. He falls on one knee, bowing his head. With the Force, Nichols blocks the pain from him. He searches all throughout the forest, calling to all the quizzers and watch beasts in the area. Watch-Beasts were giant quadripeds with sharp and long teeth. Nichos called out to them with the Force.

Both combatants could hear the animals treading through the forest. The quizzers swung through the trees, while the watch-beasts stomped on. Nichos knew they were very close. He implanted a picture in everyone's mind including Vega that the Sith was a shiny peice of meat. All the animals went crazy. The quizzers jumped at him and started to claw. The Watch Beasts trodded over and pinned him to the floor by sitting on his legs and arms. Nichos watched as Vega's saber rolled away. He grabbed it with the Force and used his own saber to destroy the power cells. The quizzers began clawing at Vega, and the beasts were preparing their meal by trapping him. Vega was literally surrounded by a hoard of animals.

"The Force is nature," Nichos whispered.

The Jedi sat down on a trunk and watched as the animals attacked their prey.

"Vega, I will rid of the illusion and call the beasts off. You must defer. If you don't your life will be forfeit," Nichos shouted.

[Vega Van Derveld]

:: Vega lay tense as the beasts attacked him, clawing into him or biting at him. His closed his eyes slowly and let out a deep sigh.

(This is why you are worthless, Vega..)

His mind began to block out the thoughts of the beasts attacking him, and fixed solely on Nichos and himself.

(You cannot even defeat a mere Jedi..)

Vega called upon the Darkside and began channeling it around himself. It form a small protective area, but not enough to keep the medium-large beasts from pawing at him.

(This is a pathetic way for him to win, do you know that? And you yourself are allowing it. What would Dara think? What would Dyne think? What would Ket think? They would be ashamed out your coward-like attitude.)

NO!! roared Vega, his voice hoarse and yet still full of pride.

As Vega yelled, a ripple of force energy omitted from his every pore, surging outwards almost like waves, thus knocking back a sizeable amount of the beasts.

Vega threw his arms convulsively into the air.

YOU ATTACK ME WITH BEASTS AND STEAL MY WEAPONARY! COWARD! COME FACE ME YOURSELF, COWARD!

The Warriors heart thumped loudly in his chest, the noise of it echoing through his head as he convulsively squirmed around trying to free himself from the animals which were attacking him ::

[Nichos Marr]

Nichos just stood there healing internally and watched as the animals still circle and trap him. The Sith was now insane. Nichos watched as Vega stood up at full height, towering the beasts. The Jedi broke his concentration and watched the animals scatter away. Vega was bleeding all over his body. He would be dead in a few hours if he didn't get medical attention. Nichos watched Vega stand, heart thumping, sweating, bleeding. His eyes gave away a glint of madness.

Nichos jumped back behind a tree and slashed numerous times in each direction. The tree collapsed to the side, and the wood shards settled. Using the Force to raise them, Nichos threw them all at Vega like deadly spears. Vega was quick to dodge the first few, but two managed to get through and pin Vega's shoulders. Vega was too distracted to see Nichos sneak up behind him. The Jedi dropped down from a branch and kicked Vega in the jaw. A loud crack could be heard throughout the forest. Nichos slashed Vega's back, leaving a gash with his saber. Using the Force, Nichos threw the weaking Vega into a tree with a sickening crunch. He did not stop there. He watched as Vega hit the trees around him. Finally Nichos dropped Vega's crumpled body to the floor. He created a Force Shield around him, panting slowly.

[Vega Van Derveld]

:: Vega wheezed loudly as his body became limp. His eyes rolled slowly back into his head, gaining an unfamiliar glazed look to them. His jaw sunk downwards with a variety of fritional-like noises, the bones grinding together. His tongue ran once over his top set of teeth, as if checking that they were all present before flopping down into his mouth, partly numb.

His eyelids closed down, shading his eyes from the twisted view of his body as he slid further down the tree.

(Give...)

A sharp tingling shot through his whole body for a moment, causing a convulsive reaction in his chest which made his inhale deeply before seemingly stopping breathing at all.

(...in.)

He took his finally heavy breath out, his chest sinking inwards as he lapsed out of what he called 'this plane', into another, temporarily unaware of what was physically going on around him, his body slowly shutting itself down ::

[Nichos Marr]

Nichos sank back down in a pile of mud. He was next to exhausted from fighting this Sith. He reached into his robe on the ground and took out two Bacta Packs and gauze. Nichos used the Force and dropped them beside Vega. He knew the Sith would wake up soon. Nichos just wanted to make sure he wouldn't die. Even killing a Sith was wrong sometimes.

The Jedi slowly turned around. He de-ignited his saber and clipped it back to his belt. He could barely stand up straight due to the dep gashes and bruises across his chest. With a sigh, he went to go find the others. Vega Van Derveld and Nichos Marr would both live to see another day.

[Miryan no Trunks]

OOC: Yeah. umm.. wasn't this fight for multiple people? o_O

[Anubis Lockheart]

OOC: Yeah but some people haven't replied .... Hint hint hint nudge nudge Dragon!

[Vega Van Derveld]

OOC: Multiple people yup. More jedi are meant to be here but it seems as thought they have forgotten about this battle...:|

[Anubis Lockheart]

OOC: If anyone could get in contact with the people who were posting here and stopped. Try and find out what they're doing so we can all know. THat'd be great

[Nichos Marr]

OOC: Well dlayer has mysteriously disappeared. I'll try and get a hold of Damel. And as for Warren...God knows why he isn't posting...

[Vega Van Derveld]

OOC: Warren said he would, but he's just slow ;) :lol:

[Damel Girte]

ooc: sorry about that, guys...
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*Throwing her left foot behind her to keep from falling, Damel skidded to a stop and took a step forward, regaining her balanced stance several feet away from the Sith.* All right, that didn't go so well..

".. No, you should have at least gone for my Right shoulder, it was less protected.." *A slight grin crossed the girl's face at MnT's comment. "Thanks. I'll be sure to keep that in mind next time," she retorted wryly. As the Sith watched, the girl cautiously eased closer, then suddenly sprang into motion. A few quick steps, and their blades crackled together down by Miryan's left knee, then up by his right elbow, hanging a glowing arc in the air as they swept down in a lock to clash between the two fighters once more, Damel's horizontal slash forming a blazing cross with the Sith's vertical block in the darkness.

The blades and the fighters stood frozen in the cross for an instant. Lashing out without warning during that split-second, Damel aimed a high snap-kick towards MnT's stomach, sending him staggering back a pace to regain his breath. Pulling her foot quickly back before he could strike it with his saber, she danced around him shifting her weight from foot to foot, never letting her gaze off the Sith.*

"Why don't you try it?" *As she shouted her challenge, the girl brought her saber near in a defensive position. The hum of the blade rang in her ears as she watched Miryan's face intently.*

[Dragon dlayer]

OOC: sorry sorry sorry sorry

Ic: also with the help of the force dragon spun around and blocked that attack..he then pushed forword makeing the sith step back..dragon used the moment and jumped backwords*

[Miryan no Trunks]

*A slight look of dissapointment appeared on MnT's face, at the sarcastic tone of her reply.. He took a moment to regain his breath, then spoke*

... You took my comment as an insult.. Make no mistake, I said it to help you out..

*Slowly, he brought his blade up in front of him, holding it vertically..*

... Your swordsmanship is impressive though..

*Pushing off with his back foot, MnT leapt forwards towards her, landing just out of striking distance. Taking another step forward with his right foot, MnT began swinging down with his sword, aiming at Damel's left shoulder. This was easily blocked, so MnT brought the sword back in, and immediately thrust it outwards towards the jedi's Right shoulder. She made a quick push to the right with her saber to try to fend off the blade, but found little resistance. MnT let his sword be pushed, throwing Damel off balance, as he pivoted on his right foot, twisting himself around in a durasteel-booted spin-kick that connected hard with the side of the jedi's head, using her already lacking balance to send her spinning down into the dirt.*

......

*MnT thought to himself for a moment that perhaps he shouldn't have kicked so hard, but then he considered her battle skills so far, and figured she'd probably be able to handle it fine..*

*Taking a few steps back, he continued hopping lightly back and forth, holding himself in a defensive position, waiting for her to get back up...*

OOC: ttt, ttt again =P C'mon Damel, Post ¡^_^

[Damel Girte]

ooc: I apologize for all the delays and everything... I'll be here a lot more from now on, I promise. And if I'm not, you can hunt me down and thwack me on the head. :)
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*Rolling to her feet, a bit grimy but otherwise unhurt, her eyes locked onto his face again. But this time, there was a hint of a smile- a real smile- behind the kid's eyes. This guy was different from any Sith she had ever fought...

"Thanks," she whispered.

Then, reigniting her saber, she leapt forward, pushing off sideways with her left foot, causing MnT to duck quickly to his left in order to block the apparent blow. But it was a feint- even as the Sith moved to one side, her right foot jabbed out and she pushed off in the other direction, quickly bringing her saber around aiming towards his midsection.*

[Miryan no Trunks]

*As the Jedi pushed off with her left foot, MnT sensed little hostility in her aura. Unfortunately, however, he had trained himself to reflexively dodge out of the way in such a scenario. He would have to work on that later..*

*He heard the humm of the saber nearing him, and had to make a split-second decision. Either attempt to regain his balance, and defend against the attack, or roll with the trick, and dodge out of the way, away from Damel's attack. He knew that his speed would most likely be able to bring him around into defense, but he doubted his balance would be able to hold up, given his momentum in this direction. He opted not to end up on the ground with a saber at his throat.*

*Pushing off with his back leg, MnT dove down towards the ground. His body hunched over just enough, as the saber buzzed overtop of him, missing by perhaps half an inch. He hit the ground in a graceful roll, somersaulting twice, before rolling back onto his feet, and quickly turning around. He scolded himself silently for his inability to react quicker, and brought his blade back up into a proper grip, and stance, as he had needed to loosen it to aide in agility.*

Edit: Intermission: "Let's all go to the Lobby, Let's all go to the Lobby, Let's all go to the Lobby, and Get ourselves a snack!" We now return to our regularly scheduled program.

*MnT stared right into the young Jedi's eyes, his own so dark that they seemed to burrow into her soul. He stood there a moment, considering what his next move would be..*

... Her speed is formidable.. heh.. I seem to be finding that a trait of Most opponents I face recently.. something I'll have to work on.. Hmm.... perhaps..

*A slight grin appeared on MnT's face, and he began moving Damnation's touch down. As he did, he slowly started to move towards his opponent, picking up speed. As the blade stopped, he took off in a full dash, the sword trailing behind him at a 30 or so degree angle. Just before strike distance, MnT suddenly pressed up into a leap, and swung his sword up towards her like an uppercut..*

OOC: Yuh huh. I posted my attack, there ya go =)

[Damel Girte]

ooc: *phew.* finally.. here we go. Sorry it's kinda short- about to be cut off again.
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*She saw the blade suddenly flash and hum towards her face, and did the only thing she could do in that short a time- duck. Flinging her right hand with the saber up to guard her body somewhat, she threw herself backwards.

Bending her left elbow upon impact to absorb the force of the fall, Damel twisted around, quickly ducking under the Sith's upward-swinging blade. As MnT turned, she swung her elbow hard into the small of his back, hard bone crashing against his unprotected spine.*

[Miryan no Trunks]

*Fortunately for him, MnT's trenchcoat absorbed much of the blow, but it was still enough to send him stumbling forwards in pain.. Damel surprised him.. she had more strength in her than her form displayed.. *

*MnT used the forward momentum to put some space in between him and the Jedi, with a few long steps. He swung his blade around, bringing his body with it, to face his opponent. He took a quick moment to flex and twist his back, assessing the damage.. She had landed an excellent blow, he could feel that there would most definately be a bruise there, of extreme size and color..*

.. Well done, your aim is true, even in such a rushed moment..

*Acknowledging the fact that she had enough strength in her to take his attacks at full, MnT played a few ideas through his mind, before finally settling..*

*MnT began dashing towards Damel, holding his blade in his right hand, it's weight having no visible effect on his movement.. As he neared, about 8 feet away from the Jedi, MnT thrust his left hand forward, accompanying a semi-powerful force push. This hit Damel's small form with some power, and sent her stumbling back a few feet, although retaining her footing. Looking forwards, she couldn't see the Sith, but as she looked up, he came into view. Descending towards her, MnT was little more than a sillhouette against the moon, with his blade raised behind his head, about to do a horizontal slash towards her head..*

OOC: There we go ^_^

[Damel Girte]

*She brought her saber up in a horizontal block above her head as MnT crashed his blade downwards, stumbling down a bit but bent knees absorbing most of the blow. Quickly sweeping her saber out from under the Sith's, she lunged upwards with a quick strike towards his head, giving her time to recover while he easily blocked it.

After a few more rounds of strikes and parries, the two opponents backed off, circling one another. Damel waited until her back was towards the forest, and she was standing directly between MnT and the trees. A quick backwards glance over her shoulder, and then her eyes went back on the Sith, never wavering from the receding figure as she backed carefully into the forest, golden blade held defensively in front of her. Soon, all he could see was the glow of the blade in the darkness among the trees.*

Come an' catch me... if you can.

*The golden blade flickered out, and a small shadow ducked into the brush. MnT was left standing by the edge of the forest.*

ooc: now it's time to use that 'un, heh... :)

[Miryan no Trunks]

*As he watched the young Jedi dissapear into the darkness of the forest, MnT merely smiled, and shooke his head..*

... One shouldn't try to escape from the Lion by entering it's nest..

*He thought to himself, before considering that the Jedi would have no knowledge of his training ground of choice.. It seemed to him, that he'd spent more time in forests training, than outside of them.. The darkness would be her disadvantage as well.. At the thought, MnT cut off the flow of energy to the blade of his sword, causing the glow to dissapate.. *

.. My weapon will still work Fine without casting a light..

*With little effort, MnT leapt up onto a tree branch, landing with enough skill and grace that the branch barely even shook. From there, he dissapeared into the blackness, as he hunted down the Jedi in complete silence..*

[Damel Girte]

Where is he.... where....

*Hidden in the brush, perfectly still and barely breathing, she reached out with her mind and searched for Miryan.

There! found him.... She concentrated on the figure perched high up in the branches. What to do? If she moved, it would reveal her position...

Suddenly, vines seemed to leap from the trunk of the tree the Sith stood on. The thick green shoots entwined around his legs and torso, catching him by surprised. The girl suppressed a slight grin as the largest vine, which had wrapped around his ankle, gave a sudden yank, trying to pull him down.*

[Shadow LeFae]

:: Fae Jumps into the Stormie Fae to help her new master and friends... ::
"I'm know I'm not supposed to be there, but Oh, well"
:: Arrives at the battle field and surveys the scene... ::

[Miryan no Trunks]

*MnT sat there watching the Jedi. He knew she could see him, but that She knew he could see Her, he doubted.. As he watched, he couldn't tell what she was going to do.. He could sense the ferocity in her aura, and could tell that she would soon attack.. Suddenly, vines began shooting up from the base of the tree, and quickly wound their way around his legs.. He let a quick smile open on his lips.. He'd heard that the Jedi's were able to manipulate nature like this, but had never seen it in battle. Unfortunately, it wasn't the best maneuver to use on a warrior weilding a sword. Just as the vines began to pull, trying to collect him to the ground, MnT brought his blade down and around, severing all but a few of the tainted plants, the rest taken out by him bringing the blade back. As the green whips began falling to the ground, MnT closed his eyes and concentrated.. He couldn't manipulate nature itself, but he could push and pull it around efficiently enough via the force.. Suddenly, as the vines neared where Damel hid, they began picking up speed, and started dodging around rapidly. Loud cracks soon filled the air as the tips broke the sound barrier, whipping around closer and closer to the Jedi. Finally, just to throw a little extra confusion into the fray, MnT brought his sword around above him, quickly and soundlessly severing quite a large amount of small branches and leaves, from the tree. As they fell, adding more motion to betray her perception of the force, MnT watched curiously, waiting to see how the Jedi would get out of this one..*

[Damel Girte]

*A whirlwind of green and brown seemed to suddenly swirl in the air, obscuring, for an instant, her perception of the Sith. Springing up from the brush, the girl groped about in the flurry, trying to reach out and still the wildly spinning sticks and vines.*

Calm. Calm! Still... there, now.... still. Calm...

*The last stick fell gently to the ground, and there was a sudden quiet. She couldn't see or sense Miryan any more. He must have hidden himself with the Force. That was a good tactic... blinding your enemy and using the time to conceal yourself. She would remember this particular variation... Doing her best to hide her presence in the Force as well, she silently slipped off to a nearby tree. There was a sudden flicker in the treetops.*

Miryan...

*It was vague and quick, too quick for her to get a bearing on where he was. But she knew he was nearby, somewhere in the trees. Concentrating harder, she masked out most of her presence in the Force, then reached out and tugged at the fabric of it in several different places, placing a whisper of movement by eight other trees. To the Sith, unable to tell which was the real Damel, it seemed like the girl was hiding behind all eight trees, trying to conceal herself. Meanwhile, pressed against the moss-speckled bark of the tree, Damel stood perfectly still, brow furrowed as she concentrated intently on keeping up the illusion.*

[Miryan no Trunks]

*He smiled as he watched the Jedi stand there, cautiously looking up towards the canopy, on the other side of the tree she was at..*

... Well That worked well..

*As Damel had been stopping the vines and sticks from cutting her apart, MnT had quickly made his way to another tree, and withdrew his force signature from her.. She had successfully saved herself from the debris, and was watching upwards, trying to find him, when MnT reached out with the force, causing some motion in the branches up and just to the other side of her.. The tactic worked, and she ran behind the tree that was just in front of him..*

... Hmm.. curious..

*The thought entered his mind, as the Jedi began manipulating the force around her, creating ghosts of sorts behind multiple other trees, as if trying to confuse someone who could not see her fine.. He caused another crash of movement, off near one of the trees that she was using, and watched as she peered around the corner of the tree, hoping to see him going around.*

*Silently, MnT leapt down from the tree, making sure to place his feet perfectally as he landed, as not to snap any branches, or make any loud noise.. He also used the force as well he could to hide the sound of his clothing fluttering from her.. It worked..*

*He walked up behind her, noticing her head jerking back and forth slightly as she nervously watched, awaiting something that would not come.. He took in a deep breath, exhaled, and then tapped her on the shoulder..*

... Who are you looking for..?

[Shadow LeFae]

observing how my Master and friends fight in battle."

[Miryan no Trunks]

ooc: lol, actually, my post was referring to Damel =)

[Damel Girte]

ooc: lol! but yep, the last paragraph could apply there too...
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*Spinning to face him, a hint of surprise on her face that quickly faded, she grinned slightly.*

"Actually, I was looking for you."

*She eyed the Sith cautiously, saber still hanging on her belt. Alert and ready to spring into action, she watched to see what he would do.*

"And you?"

[Miryan no Trunks]

*MnT silently mused for a moment, at how quickly the Jedi went about hiding her surprise. As she spoke her words, he cocked his right eyebrow up in slight amusement..*

... Is that so..

*He watched her eye him up cautiously, her hand slightly twitching by her hooked saber.. She was obviously unaware of what to be expecting in the situation.. MnT decided to throw an extra little scare into her..*

... It just so happens..

*As he spoke, MnT brought his sword up, twisting in in his hand, spinning it around with incrdible speed and nimbleness, considering it's weight. He made it obvious that he was just playing around with it, as one does with a sword, but it was still enough to keep the Jedi fully alert, waiting for whatever was going to happen to happen, so she could defend.. Finally, he brought the blade straight up, before turning it back and sheathing it. After all, swords weren't the best weapon for battling in a forest..*

... That I was doing some thinking.. What exactly made you decide to try and hide from me in the Forest...?

edit: ttt ^_^

[Damel Girte]

*She watched the deadly swirl of color with a sort of hypnotic caution, eyes locking on MnT again when it snapped off.

"What made me decide...." Why had she come here, anyways? The Sith remained silent, motionless, waiting for her answer.

"Always felt more comfortable around trees, I think... spend a lot of time climbing." As she spoke, the girl reached up and grasped a low-hanging branch above her head. Pulling herself onto the limb, she rested a hand on the tree's trunk, out of range of MnT's saber... just in case. She didn't think he would use it in here, in any case. It just felt more natural this way, reminding her of the long months she had spent running high up on the metal girders crossed haphazardly about the lower levels of Coruscant. Only different.

"Used to do it a lot when I was younger," she finally said. "I just... like trees. More at ease around them, I guess." MnT still hadn't moved to attack. He still stood by the tree, listening to her reply. The branch she was perched on stood right above his head, so the young Jedi gazed intently down at the Sith, senses alert, wondering what he had meant by the question.

"Why do you ask?" Miryan certainly was... different from any Sith she had ever met.*

[Miryan no Trunks]

*MnT sat there for a moment, considering the now-treeborne Jedi's words... Before smiling slightly, and adding his own..*

... I merely asked, because amongst nature, and the forest in particular, is where I myself am at my best.. I've spent most of my life training myself by hunting and maneuvering through the trees as fast as I could, becoming quicker, quieter, and more efficient.. I supposse it just seemed weird that Anyone would try to escape or hide from me, in the forest..

*At this point, MnT nodded his head slowly, as if agreeing with himself, that what he said was correct..*

... Of course, I realize now that I was foolish in assuming that you would have known that, and even moreso, in my assuming that you wouldn't be capable in the forest, yourself...

*MnT looked up, and, noticing the weird sense of confusion on Damel's face, as if she was not sure what to make of him, leapt up..*

*Fortunately, there was a branch not much higher than Damel's, as MnT edged his body out of the way, just passed it, and then reedged himself over the branch, absorbing his landing almost completely with his legs.. The branch hardly moved at all from MnT landing on it, and he stood up, his balance keeping him on the branch perfectally fine.*

*He turned so he was facing the Jedi, and hunched down, bringing his knees up to his chest..*

.. So where were we..?

[Damel Girte]

*Straigtening up so her back was against the trunk, she flipped her own saber into her palm and flicked on the blade, almost casually but still with deadly precision and concentration.*

"I think we were right about here...."

*As fast as it had come, the golden blade flickered out, and the saber was hooked back on the girl's belt again. It would be rather foolish to use them in the forest, true. The quick flash had been for emphasis.*

"But that was back there."

*She jerked her shoulder in the direction of the clearing. It seemed quite distant now that they were in the stillness of the forest.*

"I suppose the question now is... where do you want to go from here?"

*With that, she jumped off the branch, landing lightly on the floor below in a crouch. Did the Sith want to fight... or philosophize?*

[Miryan no Trunks]

*Smiling softly, MnT nodded his head in towards the depths of the forest, before tilting right off the branch, his body rolling sideways in a complete 360, and landing.*

.. Well, I am personally enjoying this fight.. It is quite good for me.. I haven't had much chance to test what my training has gotten me, in an actual battle situation..

*At this point, MnT leapt up and off into the shadows of the trees, his voice trailing behind like the whisper of a ghost*

.. Perhaps at a later time, we'll be able to further talk.. Under more pleasent circumstances...

*As he was out of the Jedi's sight, he reached up in mid-air, grasping a branch.. He used it like a high-bar, and flipped over and onto it, quickly turning around, and awaiting the Jedi's move...*

[Damel Girte]

ooc: Whoops. *thwack* Sorry... didn't catch that. :) I'm still going to be pretty spasmodic until Monday... this is the first time I've been able to get on at home to post.
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*She watched him leap off deeper into the forest, and quickly followed, getting him back in view within a few minutes. He was crouched on a branch a few feet above her head, and turned his head to stare at her as she approached. A slight grin crossed the girl's face.*

"I'll take you up on that sometime."

*With that, she raised her blade and easily severed the limb the Sith had perched on. He, anticipating the drop, had crouched to the ground and recovered quickly. As Miryan fell, the youth had slashed out with a backhanded swing, cutting through the trunk of one of the larger trees, then as it fell, leapt on top, directing the falling mass towards the Sith's head.*

[Miryan no Trunks]

ooc: fixed. I don't know why I didn't just do that post in here though :/

[Miryan no Trunks]

*Looking up at the quickly descending mass, he side-hopped a few feet to the left, and watched it near the ground, with Damel on top..*

*As the air was filled with the sounds of timber crashing and cracking, MnT waited until the timing was perfect, before twisting himself around, bringing his right leg up in a round-house kick that aimed to trip up Damel.. As was expected, the Jedi's reflexes were not dull as a dead Gammorean's, and as such, she leapt slightly, avoiding the kick. However, MnT had anticipated, and expected this, and stopped his leg in mid-swing. Focusing all his strength into the one leg, he thrust it down, raising his body up to meet her. Damel's was noticably taken back by the strength of the Sith, as she did not respond immediately.. Taking the slight advantage he had, before he dropped again, he brought his other leg up in a quick snap kick that caught the Jedi in the chest, toppling her backwards off of the log, and into the dirt, where her shoulder hit painfully against a root that happened to be protruding from the ground...*

.....

... She has a lot of fighting potential, especially for one so young... She would definately be worth showing the truth to... Too bad she seems so consumed by the light that the delusion of the Jedi provides..... Perhaps at a later time... Battle is not the best time to share belief...

*Concentrating on the force, MnT curled his left leg up, and, enhancing his strength with the force, stomp-kicked the log, completely crushing the middle of it, and sending the two new halves spinning nearly 90 degrees..*

... Heh, this will provide a nice little battling ground, marked by the log on either side, and trees to the front and back...

*Smiling, he gathered himself into a defensive position, modified for HtH fighting, and prepared himself..*

OOC: q: do you have Aim or Msn =)

[Damel Girte]

ooc: *thwap* And that, kids, is why you should never go without sleep for more than 3 days in a row... ;) Sorry this took a while; school server's been really screwy.
btw, AIM = Mouseymel.

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*Rising quickly from the ground, she swung her shoulder around in an arc to dissipate the throb that had jammed into the base of it. Flipping it the unignited hilt around, she clipped it to her belt and crouched down, hands clenching into fists just as MnT had done.

Keeping her eyes fixed on him, she scudded one foot to the left, then the other. He did the same. The two fighters began a wary dance, shifting in a rough circle, keeping an oddly syncopated beat on the leaves that drew the air tight with tension.

Slowly, the girl drew closer. It was still a prelude of sorts- tentative jabs were made at the air, and tentative leaps, tentative blocks and dodges- but nothing had really connected.

Suddenly, her right fist shot out in a jab that rocketed towards the Sith's head. As he leaned backwards and raised his hands to dodge and block it, she reared her left hand back and brought it plummeting with force-enhanced speed towards his ribcage.*

[Miryan no Trunks]

OOC: Hehe, ok =)

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*As the fist slid in towards his ribs, MnT grinned to himself.. He had made a mistake, and she had taken full advantage of it.. He wasn't sure why he had backed his head away, instead of merely moving it to the side, but he had, and now this, this would hurt.*

*The attack connected with his ribs, and drove him up into the air.. For a few meters, MnT looked up, and saw the canopy above them, passing quickly by his view.. The stars were beautiful this night, peeking in on their battle.. Then he landed, letting his body go limp momentarily, as to dampen the damage that could be caused to his bones..*

CRUNCH

*He landed hard on a pile of particularly brittle sticks, rolled over on his head, and came to a halt face down in the dirt..*

*He reached his hand to the back of his neck, and began to brush away fragments of stick and stone that had decided to cut into him...After he was clean enough, he raised both hands to his sides, before planting them hard on the ground, pushing himself up, the force and momentum carrying him to his feet..*

... Good shot, that really truly hurt...

*Inhaling deeply, MnT cringed slightly in pain as he realized that a rib just up from the bottom was strained nearly to the point of cracking...*

... Heh.. oh well...

*He rolled his head around, pivoting it on his neck, with an audible crack.. He then dashed forwards, catching Damel slightly by surprise, as she had not expected him to.. as he neared, MnT suddenly dropped his upper torso, twisting himself to the left.. He brought his legs around in a rapid cartwheel, that threatened to smash in Damel's face. Expectedly, she raised her hands up and caught his foot.. Unfortunately, it wasn't the planned attack. Holding himself up on his right hand, MnT raised his other and punched her in the kneecap.. This served as little more than a way to catch her attention.. As she looked down, MnT looked up, and grinned. He suddenly swept the arm around her legs, and pulled them in, tripping her.. She fell to her back hard, and MnT pushed off with his right, actually propelling himself into the air, where he turned himself upright, and landed, both feet touching down on her shoulders...*

.....

*Waiting a moment, MnT then backflipped off her shoulders, and landed, hopping back some until he was about 12 feet away... Dancing back and forth from foot to foot lightly, he kept moving, and brought himself back into a defensive position...*

[Damel Girte]

*She started to rise again as he jumped into the air, but then Miryan sprang back onto her shoulders. The girl's right knee buckled into the ground under the sudden weight of MnT, and something wrenched underneath her ankle. Grimacing, she reached backwards to throw him off, but found herself clutching only air, rising swiftly with the release of pressure as he jumped away. Straightening, she grabbed her ankle and pulled it backwards, stretching the muscle back into alignment. She winced a little when she put her foot back down on the ground in a fighting stance, but it soon faded and seemed to be fine.

Thunder rumbled overhead. A darkness cast its shadow across the forest. Running on the edge of the shadow as it approached, Damel sprinted towards the Sith. His senses were honed, arms and legs at the ready to defend against any attack. She made as if to charge into him, but at the last second, the girl planted her foot down an inch in front of his own, a blur in front of the Sith's face as she flipped over his head, foot lashing out towards the back of his skull. He moved, and her foot connected with his shoulder, the impact muffled; the effect was that Miryan only stumbled slightly forward. As she hit the ground, a flash of white thundered through the sky. For a moment, the girl thought she was seeing stars. Then something crackled, and a sudden rush of heat blazed up through the forest.

Fire.

As she got to her feet yet again, something cold and wet began to fall on their faces.

...and Water.

She cast a glance at Miryan, the bright yellow-orange of the flames playing, flickering across his face. Then the air grew thick and wavering between them, still caught in a dance of darkness, weaving back and forth and trading jabs.*

edit: there we go, got up now ;)

[Miryan no Trunks]

*As MnT lurched forward from the kick, he had to stop himself in mid-stumble, forcing himself to regain his footing.. As he stopped, a Flaming chunk of wood passed by the front of his body, nearly hitting him... He looked up, and nearly double-took the view... What had been a beautiful night sky, half-hidden amongst a peaceful canopy of leaves, was now a growing patch of near pitch-black grey clouds, all but completely hidden by the bright chaotic tendrils of flame, that leapt from tree to tree, leaving behind a wake of destruction..*

*He looked down, and watched the fire's dance reflecting in the eyes and face of Damel... He then gathered himself into a balanced off/def pose, and the two circled slowly around each other, Damel throwing quick jabs occassionally, trying to psyche him into making a mistake she could take advantage of, Him merely keeping his senses open, and his body ready... He was of the belief that attacks should not be used, if they have no hope of hitting the opponent..*

*Suddenly, he dashed forwards.. In his mind, he was seeing the attack, before actually doing it.. He would run in, and, a few steps away from the Jedi, would jump slightly, twisting himself around in midair so that he was facing backwards, then leap again.. The twisting momentum would provide extra strength to a whirl-wind kick that would, if not blocked, connect hard to the side of her head...*

*The attack perfectally planned, MnT leaped, twisting himself around, so he faced the other direction.. Quickly pushing off again with the foot, he brought himself around, his leg raising quickly to swing into the kick, then..*

THUD!

*MnT slammed into the ground, a huge burning branch quickly following, to a resting place on top of him.. It had connected hard with his head, and he was unconcious... It had fallen too fast, and he had not had the chance to spot it, and avoid it..*

......

[Damel Girte]

*Damel had thrown her hands up to block the blow that never came, watched the branch collide with Miryan's head, and seen him fall unconscious to the ground. With one glance at the flames, which were beginning to fiercely lash at the Sith, she coughed and lurched forwards, trying to grasp the blazing wood in the haze of smoke. All life is precious... She wasn't trying to save a Sith... so much as a person.

The dense smog grew thicker, making her eyes water as she swatted at the flames, finally throwing her shoulder into the side of the log, knocking it off him. Clutching her shoulder with raw hands, she gasped for breath but got a choking fog instead. The girl threw a look over her shoulder at the unconscious Sith. Aside from being out cold, he seemed to be relatively fine. And breathing.

Lungs burning from the lack of oxygen, she tried to drag him along the ground, but found the older figure too heavy for her young body to drag, even with the Force, in the haze.

He'll be all right... lying on the ground like that, the smoke won't get to him... and it's mostly clear around, so the fire shouldn't...

Stumbling forwards, she hacked through the smoke, running wildly. Anywhere away from...

Air... air... I need.....air...

Gasping and choking, she pushed through the last strand of trees, black spots swimming before her eyes. Then, suddenly, the air was clear again. One gasp, one breath of wonderful coolness... then the stars were overwhelmed by darkness and she staggered, falling to the ground, unconscious from the smoke.*