Clash of Darkness (spar - Evanar)

[Lady DeVille]

De'Ville stood beyond the walls of The Sith Order, in a clearing among the trees. The sun hung in the sky, caught between day and night.

There was another being in the forest with her, one who had been of the Light, but had fallen away into the ways of the Sith. She smiled to herself as Morgan Evanar stepped into the clearing.

"Perhaps you would care to join me for a spar, Evanar? I never had the pleasure of fighting you when you were Jedi, and right now I think we both could use a little break from our normal activities. A learning experience, for us both?"

[Morgan Evanar]

Morgan smiled wickedly as he stepped into the clearing. Yes, De'Ville should prove a challenge.

"Aye, I think it will be."

There was a slight smugness about him as he walked deeper into the clearing, the falling sun bathing them in hues of golds and purples. Morgan straightend his arms, fingers interlocked, and cracked them. Focusing, he lowered himself to the ground slightly, coiled, and suddenly sprung at her.

[Lady DeVille]

He was cocky, and De'Ville liked that. Nothing felt better than knocking an apprentice down a notch or two. No matter that this one had been highly ranked among the enemy... If nothing else, they would be evenly matched.

He sprang forward, towards her, and De'Ville took a blow on her forearm that had been intended for her face. Stepping to the side, they slowly circled. Sabers had not been drawn yet, and that pleased her. You learned so much more about an opponent in hand to hand combat.

She drew on the Dark side, quickening her reflexes, and adding strength to already strong muscles. They started forward together, and as he threw his right fist forward she grabbed his hand, stopping the blow. Then she pivoted, still gripping his fist, and kicked him twice in the side with her left foot.

[Morgan Evanar]

Morgan gritted his teeth as De'Ville tagged him in the side. He wrapped his left hand around her left wrist, pulling her twoard him and off balance, while winding up for a backleg side-kick. His leg shot out like a piston as he pulled her closer, intensifying the blow, slamming the air out of her midsection.

Consequently, she released his right hand, stunned slightly. Morgan jerked her arm again, but De'Ville retaliated, twisting it, pain burning in his shoulder. He threw himself at the ground, pulling her, but adding to the torment imposed by her hold. While falling, Evanar coiled his left leg and struck a hook kick across her face.

[Lady DeVille]

As his foot collided with her face, De'Ville increased the torque on his arm, using the momentum from the blow to twist even more. She released her hold, and blinked back tears from her eyes. There was a warm sensation on her face, and lifting her hand quickly she felt a cut below her eye. Blood ran down her face and neck, collecting momentarily in the hollow between her collarbones.

De'Ville blocked the pain from her mind, and leaped over a sweep kick intended to spill her onto the ground again. As her feet left the ground, she used the Force to keep her in the air a moment longer, lashing out with her own feet. She caught Evanar in the solar plexus, and the breath in his lungs departed with a pop.

[Morgan Evanar]

Morgan fell back slightly, lungs grabbing for air. De'Ville tried to capitalize with a kick to his face, but the Apprentice used his natural speed to his advantage, nimbly ducking under the blow. She didn't bother regaining a stance, and smashed her fist into his jaw. Morgan's head popped up, went back down; he punched her right underneath her cheek, slammed his left fist into her stomach, and then brought his right elbow into the side of De'Ville's head.

[Lady DeVille]

Evanar's elbow connected with the cut he had already inflicted on her face, and her head rocked backwards. He was quick...and strong as well.

De'Ville blinked away a drop of blood that had come to rest on her eyelashes, and ducked a swing that could have rearranged her face. It was progressively getting darker as the sun dipped for the horizon, the greyness of dusk settling in the forest around the pair. She came up from her duck in a smooth motion, taking advantage of the imbalance Evanar found himself in after missing her, and hit him in the temple with the side of her fist. Continuing her motion, she spun around him, grabbed the sides on his head with both hands and pulled him rapidly backwards, smashing the back of his head with her knee.

[Morgan Evanar]

Morgan's vision swam about. He reached his arms out in a futile effort for balance as De'Ville slammed his head into her knee again. The world again shook, and his head pounded. Reaching up as she went to smash his head again, he wrapped his hands around the Knight's waist, and lifted her eight feet into the air. Her eyes went wide, the viewpoint having changed so suddenly. De'Ville quickly realized that his head was still in her hands, and smashed her knee into it again. Morgan flinched, vision again gone slightly wild, and reflexively slammed her face first into the ground.

[Lady DeVille]

De'Ville crashed to the ground, dirt clotting into the cut on her cheekbone. As Evanar released her to regain his balance and clear his head, she realized she was lucky not to have broken her neck.

She crawled to her feet, regaining an upright position as Evanar moved forward. De'Ville kicked him in the knee, and used the Force to shove him backwards.

[Morgan Evanar]

He stumbled back, but kept his footing. Blood pounded at the back of his head, and he could feel it start to swell. Adrenaline rushed through Morgan's veins as he stalked twoard De'Ville. The air around him was distorted oddly, light bent about in the darkening clearing. Growling, he leapt at her, landing just out of range of her anticapatory kick. He wrapped his hand around her ankle with one hand, and lifted her off the ground, slamming his fist into her stomach.

[Lady DeVille]

De'Ville clenched her teeth to avoid yelping as Evanar's fist struck the taut muscles of her stomach. She flipped backwards, already off balance from his hold on her leg. Hands contacted with the rough forest floor, and De'Ville kicked loose of Evanar's hand.

Completing the flip, she didn't pause to brush off her hands before stepping forward and slamming the heel of her hand into the bridge of his nose. The spray of red blood that resulted was more than satisfactory.

[Morgan Evanar]

"Gah! Frell!"

Morgan shook his head back and forth until De'Ville punched him hard in the stomach a moment later, snapping him out of his surprise. He growled loudly, blocking the Knight's next set of blows. She worked her way in closer, but her blows rarely scored. Morgan waited until they were nearly toe to toe when he stomped on her foot. She cracked him across the side of his head in retaliation, but he was focused on making her middle as sore as possible, slamming his fists into her stomach until De'Ville bowed slightly. He crouched low, and then sprang up, leaping as he uppercutted her. Morgan landed, feeling slightly dizzy from her blow.

[Lady DeVille]

She felt her toes leave the ground after the blow to her jaw, and her vision was overcome by black dots. De'Ville fought to keep her balance, and mananged to keep from falling to the ground.

She shook her head to clear her senses, and was struck again by his fist, the blow glancing off her ear. The eardrum popped, and blood trickled down her neck. De'Ville ducked another blow, and threw herself at his feet, tackling his legs and sending him crashing to the ground.

She scrambled over him, grinding her boot into his groin area as she straddled his chest. De'Ville smashed her closed fist into his nose again.

[Morgan Evanar]

"ahhhuuuuuuuhhh...." A higher pitched than normal moan emits from Evanar's mouth.

Morgan's eyes are wide with absolute pain, and he desperately wanted to throw up. So much pain, he barely noticed when De'Ville slammed her fist into his face. She smiled evily, punching him in the throat, turning his moans into sporadic gasps for air.

Morgan sputtered and coughed, lifting his head slightly, and De'Ville pegged his nose again, smashing the back of his already sore head into the dirt.

Growling, his vision finally fell back into focus, and he shot his arm up and wrapped his hand around De'Ville's neck, trying to crush her windpipe.

[Lady DeVille]

De'Ville didn't expect more fight from Evanar, at least not in this postion, where she clearly held the upper hand. His wiry fingers tightened around her slim neck, and she gurgled her momentary surprise.

Which almost cost her dearly. His arm straightened, forcing her arch her back away from him, trying to gain access to air that had been denied her. De'Ville's hand scratched at his, skin coming off under her short nails. Evanar turned her movement backwards into the advantage that it was, and lurched upright as he pushed her away.

He scrambled to his knees, and put more pressure on her throat. De'Ville's vision grew dark, and the roar of her blood in her ears deafened her. Evanar was still groaning in discomfort, but was gaining more strength as precious seconds ticked by.

De'Ville rolled her eyes back up into her head, and summoned the Force to do her bidding. The pressure wave she initiated didn't have much time to grow before she unleashed it, but at such close quarters, Evanar was more than thrown off balance. His fingernails raked at her neck, drawing blood as she gasped for air. He will expect me to get away...

Without a second thought, De'Ville threw herself forward, into him, toppling him onto his back, and jamming her knees into his ribs.

[Morgan Evanar]

"Ooomffh"

De'Ville squished the air from Morgan's lungs like one would squish toothpaste from a tube. Her eyes were cold midnight on Hoth as she put her thumb and middle finger to his temples, lifting his head and smashing it down into the dirt.

His vision wobbled badly, and began to fade very slowly. It seemed to regain some focus just as De'Ville lifted his head again, pounding it into the dirt.

"uhhh..."

Morgan groaned. His head was begining to feel like a herd of banthas decided to have a stampheed across it. She sneered, lifting his head up higher for another blow. He tried to knee her in the back, but could not develope enough energy to really do much except slam his head harder into the ground. Evanar's vision suddenly lit up like daylight, pupil's dilated, reformed, and dilated again. He winced, twisting against De'Ville's grip. Briging his leg up, he got his calf under her chin in a blur of motion, and twisted slightly as he pulled his foot back. Her neck was now locked in the crook of his knee, squeezing as hard as he could.

[Lady DeVille]

He neck creaked, the strain of his hold sending a thrill of fear through her. De'Ville's neck was caught in the crook of his knee, her head pinned against the muscular thigh of his other leg. Her feet scrabbled against the dirt, and her breath came in ragged gasps that burned in her lungs.

De'Ville's hands grabbed at his foot, and she twisted it to the outside. He grunted in pain, and increased the pressure on her, turning a little and torquing her up so she had to arch her back painfully. Yet she clenched her teeth in anger, and squeezed her eyes shut against the pressure...

...and yanked as hard as she could on his ankle, hoping something would give, or break.

[Morgan Evanar]

Morgan tightend his legs against the pain, wincing. De'Ville paused, and yanked again. Bones cracked an popped, and Evanar gritted his teeth. His leg spasmed slightly, but did not loosen it's vice grip on her neck. Twisting, he dug his other knee into the small of her back.

After about thirty seconds, De'Ville finally stopped thrashing. Morgan loosend his hold around her neck and flopped back. Her chest rose and fell, air hissing through her somewhat collapsed neck. She sputtered, and then went through a coughing fit.

[Lady DeVille]

Air flooded into her burning lungs as the pressure around her neck decreased. De'Ville rolled away from Evanar, fingers digging into the dirt as she gasped and choked.

"Damn ...you, Evanar!" She spat on the ground, and raised herself up slightly on her elbows, glaring at him. He was getting to his feet, or attempting to. His ankle was obviously broken, but he managed a grin.