Tricken vs. Damel

[Tricken]

Tricken sees Damel but does not ignite his sabre. He readies his hand though just in case.

"Shall we?"

[Damel Girte]

Damel nods, slowly bringing up her saber. The golden blade ignites and she settles into a defensive position, saber held vertically in front of her. Taking a deep breath, the girl tries to calm her heart, pounding from excitement, to get deeper in touch with the Force to become more aware of her surroundings and her opponent. She suppresses an excited grin at the beginning of her first fight.

"Sure- go ahead."

Edit: removed ooc stuff (no longer applicable, back now..)

[Tricken]

Tricken concentrates hard but it is almost impossible to regocnize it. His sabre still hangs from his belt and is readied by a flick of Tricken's finger. He runs towards Damel and does a flip around her, kicking her in the back. He falls on his stomach and flips up as Damel does the same.

She takes no more than one look at Tricken and decides to attack. Damel aims for Tricken's face and kicks but Tricken catches her foot but is only met with a swift kick to his knee-cap which makes a cracking sound.

[Tricken]

OOC: TTT

[Damel Girte]

ooc: sorry- I went home for the weekend and unexpectedly couldn't get online.
IC:

As Damel kicked Tricken in the knee, her foot jerked clear of his grasp and she fell backwards, thrown off balance in the dust. Before he could recover from the kick enough to attack again, the girl sprang up and swung a backhanded slash towards his midsection while she scrambled to her feet.

[Tricken]

OOC: It's ok.

IC: Tricken grabs his side and ignites his sabre. He leaps up from his vaunerable position right over Damel. She was a wide open hit and Tricken took it. He takes her head between his boots and pushes her shoulders forward. She slides, gets up and ignites her sabre in one quick motion. Tricken gets up by rolling back and readies himself.

Concentrating hard, both fighters tighten their grip on their sabres.

[Damel Girte]

Breathing hard, Damel surveyed her opponent. Her shoulders stung from the kick, but she shook that off with a flick of her head. She set her right foot back into a forward-leaning stance, shifting her weight through her bent knee onto her left foot. Gazing intently at her golden blade, and looking at Tricken past it, she tried to narrow her focus to those two things- Tricken and her blade- as she tensed for the next attack.

ooc: try to post more your moves... just a suggestion.

[Tricken]

OOC: Okeydo

IC: Tricken lifts his sabre as if to attack but does not. He concentrates hard and a bead of sweat rolls down his head. Now he decides to attack. In a whirl of aqua-silver Tricken spins his sabre to meet Damels. She blocks it, Tricken slashes low and Damel jumps. He goes for another strike. It comes close to nailing Damel's hand but is blocked once again by a swift shift in the sabre position.

Damel brings her sabre down on Tricken and he jumps to the left, avoiding the deadly swing. He slashes for her arm and this time the sabre makes slight contact.

[Damel Girte]

The blade slashes through her right sleeve and burns her shoulder, and Damel grimaces but does not yell, clapping her left hand to the searing burn, still holding the saber in her right. She clenches her teeth together and brings her left hand away from her shoulder, swiping the slight trickle of blood off on her sleeve as she grabs the handle with both hands, more firmly with the left than the right now. The girl swings high at Tricken's head, and as he brings his saber up to block it, raises her left leg and kicks him as hard as she can in the stomach.

[Tricken]

Tricken stumbles backwards, holding his mid-torso. He stands after a few seconds leaving himself open to attack. Before long, Damel had kicked him agian in the side. Tricken struck back with a sweep kick (since he was already on the ground). Tricken gets up as well as Damel and they both have a trickle of blood on their temples.

Tricken throughs another punch followed by a round house kick, both blocked. Tricken is not discouraged by this failer and he decides to strike again. This time his foot makes contact with her chin and she flies back.

[Damel Girte]

Landing with a jarring thud on the packed ground, Damel blinks and shakes her head, wiping the blood off her temple with the back of her hand. As she clambers to her feet, another kick slams squarely into her stomach, driving her backwards. Boosting herself up on her left arm, Damel scurries back as she climbs to her feet, then springs forward with determination, hurling herself low to swing at Tricken's feet.

[Tricken]

Before Tricken could move, he was on the cold ground, inches away from breaking his neck on a rock. The trickle of blood on his temple rolls onto his lip and he licks it off. His back had hurt from the heavy fall but this did not make him give up. He was determined to fight as hard as he possibly could.

Tricken gets up putting his sabre away and staring directly at Damel. His hand lifts and a stone levitates, making it's way towards Damel. It barely misses but Damel could feel the woosh of power flying by her. She blinks and looks bewildered. Tricken is aware of the surroundings and is ready for most anything.

[Damel Girte]

The kid starts as the stone whizzes past her ear, stumbling back a few paces. Then her eye falls on a bunch of pebbles littered over the nearby ground. Taking a few steps backwards from Tricken, she drops her gaze to the ground and concentrates on flinging them rapidly, one at a time, towards Tricken. Hey, a slingshot alternative... A grin flickers on Damel's face in the heat of battle. Her control isn't that great, though, so the stones hurl randomly at about the same speed as if they were thrown. Tossing the last of the five pebbles at Tricken, the girl scrambles forward again, saber held out horizontally, protecting her midsection.

[Anakis Moreven]

"YOU GO GIRL!"

[Tricken]

Three of the pebbles miss but the other two take him by surprise. They slam into his head, leaving to marks, one of them bleeding a little.

"Two? Ahh, a challenge." The padawan Anakis is motioned by Tricken to come over and fight. Although he can use both his blades (sabre and knife) he decides to just use his sabre.

[Anakis Moreven]

*Anakis looks at the Sith*

"Well, I have 3 battles at the time. I'm really just cheering for Damel. If you really want, I'll fight, but I'd rather leave this for Damel, unless she needs help."

[Damel Girte]

*Without taking her eyes off Tricken, she shouts to Anakis*

"Thanks, but I'm ok. G'luck with your fights!"

*Saber still raised, she waits for Tricken to attack.*

[Tricken]

"Fine by me, I just was hoping for a challenge..."

Tricken raises his sabre and swings it in front of him. Nothing happens but that's ok. He does it agian and Damel becomes curious. Once more he does it but this time, the sabre leaves it's grip making it's way towards Damel. She can she only see a whirl of sabre in front of her. She raises her sabre but that is only enough to block some of it. The sabre burns her hand and leaves a mark going up her arm. Damel's sabre falls to the ground and she grabs her arm in pain.

Tricken stands in disappointment, cursing it did not take off her arm. Then he thinks, "Well, I'm only a disciple, that was pretty damn good shot."

[Damel Girte]

An involuntary yell escapes her lips as the fire sears up her right arm. Still clutching her arm, she grits her teeth and lets go, looking over it with a cursory glance. The burn up her arm is painful, but not deep- she can still move it. Her hand is throbbing, though, and it hurts to flex her fingers... Damel's knees buckle and she staggers a little, but regains her balance and stoops down, quickly snatching up her fallen saber and reigniting it with her left hand.

Turning side-on to Tricken, so her left shoulder with the saber in her hand is slightly forward, the girl brings it up in a vertical block. When he rushes forward to attack again, she parries his strikes, but knowing that she can't keep this up very long with only one good hand, the kid lashes out and kicks him in the stomach. As the sith stumbles back, Damel takes advantage of the momentary lapse to scramble away from him and ready herself for the next onslaught.

[Tricken]

Tricken holds his stomach and looks at Damel. His sabre is next to her and Tricken is unarmed, all except his knife. He takes it out and ignites the piercing blade. He charges and swings his blade near Damel. She blocks it with her sabre. Tricken brings the blade down and thrusts it forward, towards her chest. It is blocked and Damel slashes down on him. Tricken flips to the side, avoiding the blade then picking up his sabre. He puts the little blade away and ignites his sabre.

[Damel Girte]

ooc: Wouldn't the blade get cut in two with the saber? Just wondering...
IC:

As Tricken ignites his saber, Damel swings her blade down in a golden overhead arc, barely giving him time to bring his blade up to block it. She quickly steps back a few paces, standing sideways to him, left foot planted forward. Keeping her injured right hand back, the girl watches Tricken intently, saber held firmly in her left hand, pointing forward and out at him (almost like a fencing stance.) Striding forward with her left foot, she sent a series of quick thrusts and jabs with her left hand flying out at Tricken.

[Damel Girte]

OOC: TTT

[Tricken]

OOC: The blade is made of the same thing as a sabre, just smaller

IC: Tricken blocks all but three jabs that catch him in the chest, chin, and side. He coughs and lets his sabre fall from his guard but that is all Damel needed to throw a punch to his mid-section. Tricken coughs agian but this time a little blood comes also. The punch was so hard it sent him back a couple paces holding his side. He puts his sabre up agian and charges Damel. He swings vertically and horizantily putting a rip in her robe.

She jumps back from the strike. Tricken stays in his spot, then charges once agian. He swings once, kicks twice and then throws a powerful punch all in one seemingly smooth motion.

[Damel Girte]

As the girl jumped back to avoid the swing, the kick caught her in the side. She staggered and stumbled back, but didn't fall. The second kick knocked her down, but she sprang back up again, only to be met with a fist to her jaw. Her head snapped back and she went sprawling in the dirt.

A wave of fire coursed up her right arm as she landed on it. Grabbing her saber from the dust where it had fallen, Damel scrambled away from the wavering twin visions of Tricken that wavered in her throbbing headache. Raising herself up on her left arm, she started to clamber to her feet yet again.

[Tricken]

Tricken stands back and puts his sabre away assuming that Damel was down. He was very wrong. She sprung up and did a back flip kicking him twice in the head. He tumbles back still on his feet. His sabre falls from his grip and he is unarmed.

Tricken gets into a fighting stance and throws a punch. Damel ducks and jumps back, careful to not fall. Tricken kicks low then high, which both miss. He curses and stands back.

[Damel Girte]

Breathing hard, Damel held her ground, keeping the saber in her left hand pointed towards the unarmed sith. Is this ever going to end? We can't do this forever..

She caught her breath somewhat, focusing her remaining energy. The girl clenched her teeth and lunged forward.

[Tricken]

Tricken catches Damel in his arms but lets go as she drops to the ground and he covers his right arm. "AAAHHHRRGGGG!" The color red consumes his hand and the sleeve of his robe. The sabre cut almost right through his arm. He looks at the stunned girl, and she notices his eyes turning a brighter red. She quickly stands up and gets back into a ready stance.

Facing her with his side, he rushes forward and crashes into her and the sabre lands about ten feet from Tricken's. He stands back and bends down to pick up his. He gets tripped and falls within arms distance of his sabre. If only I didn't have this busted arm!

[Damel Girte]

When Tricken fell, she saw her chance. I got to finish this... fast.. or else.. The girl jumped to her feet, kicking his saber and sending it skidding away in the dirt. As he rose, she tackled him back down, and he landed on his arm. Tricken's face contorted into a silent yell as he lay on the ground, clutching his arm. Ignoring the throbbing fire that pulsed through her own right arm, Damel grabbed her saber from the ground with her left hand and faced him, breathing hard and clutching the hilt of her unignited saber tightly.

"You fight... real good... maybe someday.. when I'm done training... we'll meet again..."

Before he can rise and attack again, she turns and half-runs, half-stumbles away, into the trees. Tricken is left alone in the center of the clearing, his saber lying several feet away from him.

OOC: Sorry this took a while, RL kicked in... it's been going for a pretty long while so I thought to just end it.

[Tricken]

Tricken smirks in a victorious way but realizes it was nutrual. He gets up and grabs his sabre, still holding his arm.

"We will..."