A Sith looking for a brawl (1-on-1)

[Darth Varlon]

OOC: Looking to duel a Jedi with rank equal to Sith Warrior or above. I don't know the Jedi ranking scale, so I can't give the exact. Setting: Graveyard, night-time during a thunderstorm and moderate winds.

IC:

Var stood waiting in the centre of the graveyard. Lightning playing across the region, sihlouetting him across the sky. He was wearing his traditional jet-black jumpsuit with red trimming which rippled in the wind. Behind him, his metre long braid whipping around.

His stance was similar to that of a stone statue. Precise, and unmoving. With a Snap-hiss, the ground and his body were suddenly illuminated by the bloody fringe of his twin darksabre. "Come, my prey." Was all he uttered.

[Hart Kenobi]

"You have," Hart whispered, "unfortunately sparked my interest."
*Varlon swung around to see that Hart Kenobi had been standing no more than 20 feet away, completely hidden by his robe and concentrating on hiding himself from Force detection.

::Hart bowed and swiftly glided into his unique fighting stance with his left knee raised to his chest and his saber-weilding right hand pointing straight into the sky, twirling slowly and steadily.::

SNAP-HISSSSSSSS

"You hunt is over. You duel has begun."

*Hart slowly lowers his head and begins to mumble his ritual war chant, awaiting an attack."

[Darth Varlon]

"And thus, the dance with death." Var said quietly and with a single fluid motion took onto a swift sprint before bounding off a tombstone and into a inverted flip. He landed behind Hart with a swift, but not quick enough slash, for the Jedi blocked.

Within the close quaters, several blows were traded, but none landed on each other. Var stepped back to avoid a slash from hart and smirked as he twisted the handle to his twin darksabre, pulling it into his traditional single darksabres. With Kenobi in mid-swing, one sabre clashed with the other while the second grazed the Jedi's cheek before he could step far enough back.

"First blood." Var smirked, but was promtly grazed across the shoulder as he dropped into a roll to avoid the Jedi's counterattack. The two were now roughly a metre and a half apart and locking glares at eachother with lethal intent.

[Hart Kenobi]

::Instantly, Hart flung off his cloak, sending it flying into Varlon's face. Varlon's sight quickly was encaved by the dark brown cloud, allowing Hart his chance to attack. Through the Force, he sent a signal to Varlon that he would strike left to the head, but instead his spun and aimed a strike to his right kneecap. It was luckily blocked, but as the sabers met, Hart released his left hand from his saber and smacked Varlon across the face with the back.::

[Darth Varlon]

Var counterattacked with a series of slashes, sending the Jedi back. A fake thrust sent him tripping over a headstone. Var jumped and slashed at the Jedi, only to have his sabre blocked centimetres from his throat. With a sadistic grin, Var drove his other sabre between the tibia and fibula of Hart's leg.

"Scream for me, My jedi." He said with a grin. Hart then kicked him in the knee with a crunch and Var stumbled back, both sabres in a now defensive position. "You bastard.."

[Hart Kenobi]

::Hart took a deep breath and controlled his pain with Jedi soothing techniques. As Varlon stumbled back, Hart instantly sprung up, locating an uppercut to Varlon's chin and spun to aim a ridge-handed strike to Varlon's temple, which was blocked with the hilt of the Sith's saber.::

"Thou hast now gainst my undivided attention, sithspawn. You will regret it."

::Hart swiftly blocked a thrust to his body and he bent and tried to leg sweep the Sith as he hesitated.::

[Darth Varlon]

As Hart's kick knocked him from his feet, he managed to twist in his fall so that one foot struck the Jedi in the frontal of his head. Both men scrambled to their feet and lept at eachother, blades clashing one by one in a near-beuty of flashing lightsabre blades.

With each strike, their blades came ever closer to striking flesh when both went to fake a thrust, they impaled eachother. Var stood with a grin as he twisted and yanked the sabre back, stepping off the sabre as Hart went to cause more harm.

"Well, it seems you have mine as well, Hart." He said and spat blood out onto the ground then looked back at the Jedi. "I commend you. But too bad it didn't last."

Var then came in with a slash from one sabre, the other's blade travelling behind it moments later.

[Hart Kenobi]

::Hart lept and spun in the air horizontally, narrowly missing the flight of both saber, dodging the first and then adjusting his position mid-air to avoid the second. As he landed on his hand, he pushed off and shot 10 meters back, raising his right arm to create a Force push, instantly taking a broken tombstone from the ground and sending it flying at Varlon as well.::

"Perhaps your skill is greater than I had forseen. A pity it is wasted on the Darkside. Come, join follow the light and reclaim your humanity." (just doing the Jedi-redemption schpeel)

[Darth Varlon]

Var brough one fist forward with a bit of force enhancing behind it. The punch connected with the stone, shattering it. "Never!" Var shouted and pointed with his bloody fist at Hart and the pile of rubble sprung up and accelerated at him. "You're ways are pathetic, weak. I'm amazed the Jedi have managed to live this long. Too bad you'll be one of its next extinct members."

[Hart Kenobi]

::Hart rose his hand and created a Force-shield before him, the pebbles violently knocking off of its surface.::

"I'm surprised you think that way. Jedi lead more powerful lives, having control over themselves, resisting material temptations and binding the galaxy. You can have a purpose in life if you so wish to turn back your hate."

::Hart pushed out with his palm, causing the Force-shield to expand and shoot the pebbles outward away from him, scattering them around him.::

[Darth Varlon]

With a flick of his wrist, Var accelerated the air in front of him into a semi-violent tornado, using it as his own shield. With a cutting gesture, the miniature funnel dissipated.

"The Sith are not born entirely on chaos, Hart." Var grinned and lept up, slashing one blade only to have it parried. Stepping back he went in for a low thrust with one sabre, the other ready to strike. "We have our own sources of strenth in the natural evils of man."

[Hart Kenobi]

"Sith are like flames which must inevitably be put out, whether it's by that same nature or it's by being extinguished by another."
::Hart raises his saber above his head to block a downward strike. He lifts his leg above his head and brings it down on the side of Varlon's kneck, though it mostly missed and merely skimmed it as Varlon dodged it.::
"Jedi are immortal. Our power source is endless, not pathetic emotions that change at every turn. We are the galaxy. Currently, you are merely a ripple."

[Darth Varlon]

"A ripple that will soon turn tsunami." Var said as he came around with his other sabre, the blade nicking Hart's chest. He then stood poised. "But we, the Sith, and you, the Jedi, draw on the same power. We are both but mere flickers. One may die sooner, but the other shall not long after."

[Hart Kenobi]

::Hart casually waved his hand before his burn, using the Force to begin the healing process.::
"Jedi are not flickers. We are the constant. Sith are the swings and the sporadic nature of the universe. Once Jedi die, we become part of the galaxy; Sith merely die and their legacy becomes forgotten as another Sith takes his place."
::Knocks Varlon's sabers back jumps and flips backwards in a jack-knife kick, knocking Varlon's wind out of him as he is thrown back. Hart soundlessly lands on the ground.::
"Enough of philosophy. It appears that no common ground can be met." *he walks up to Varlon, saber raised above his right shoulder.* "May the Force be kind to you.."
*He swings.*

[Darth Varlon]

Var brings up his sabres, crossing them in an X before him as Hart's strikes the upper depression, sending sparks into his face. "I concur. We did. Because all things die, even you," He said, kicking Hart's knee and sending the jedi back with a groan of pain. "Hart Kenobi."

Var got up and lunged at Hart, his reactions slurred by the pain, but his intent no less lethal. His first slash nicked the Jedi's right bicep, leaving a cauterized gash. His follow up caught the Jedi's blade with a crash.

"If you beat me, Hart, you won't do it without cost." He growled.

[Hart Kenobi]

*Hart nods* "Everything in life has a cost." *Hart locks sabers and throws a punch.* "We, as the warriors of the universe must play with a bigger risk. Our lives." *The punch is blocked with Varlon's forearm.*
"In my meditation, I have seen that today is not our time to die."
*Hart slashes with his saber, leaving a small clean burn on Varlon's left leg. Hart straightens and takes a comlink out of his pocket, pressing a button. Nothing immediate happened. Hart replaces the comlink in his tunic.*
"There will be a bigger battle for us. And our brotherhoods. I have foreseen it."
*Hart quickly blocked Varlon's saber strike and immediately spun his saber in back of him to block the other one.*

* * *

*Deep in the woods, an X-Wing Fighter came to life and began to lift off.*

[Darth Varlon]

Var smirked and faked a slash, reforming his sabres, the 20% addition to the blades length cutting slightly into Hart's leg as he finished his spin. He blocked Hart's return and then came back with a snap kick to the sternum, sending the jedi back in sevear pain.

Var reached his hand out and called Hart's sabre to his open hand. "Then I shall leave you here to live, or to die." He said and turned. "Get up, and I WILL kill you."

OOC: You don't mind the whole sabre thing, do you? It's something I tend to do. If you've got a problem. I'll make it different.

[Hart Kenobi]

OOC: I don't mind if you destroy my saber, but I'd rather not you take it. I take pride in my saber being the only one of it's kind: With an unusually long hilt and a shorter blade. If you destroy it, I can make another, but I'd rather it be the only one that exists, functioning.

[Darth Varlon]

OOC: Alright ^_^ Just asking. It's ok with me.

IC:

"You've made a wise choice this time, Hart." Var said as he tightened his grip on the sabre, shattering it in his hand with the eventual stresses placed upon it. He opened his hand dropping the blood covered parts to the ground. With a few drops of his blood on top of it.

He then brought his hand to the blade of his sabre and winced at the sudden pain then drew it back, perfectly cauterized. "I respect you, Kenobi. I hope to see you again."

He turned and started to walk away, the red glow of his twin sabres dying as the blades shut down.