Sparring with Sorsha.

[Evil Hobgoblin]

Hob steps outside of Bast and looks up at the sky. It is relatively clear, and there will be no rain today.

He continues down the steps and stops at the bottom, waiting.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha appears soundlessly behind him, just beyond his reach. She walks a short distance, testing the ground ::

[Evil Hobgoblin]

Hob steps away from her, sniffing the air. He lifts his right arm, which still bears scars from the destruction of Talasea, and clenches it into a fist as a sign of respect for his opponent.

It will take much to defeat someone as experienced as Sorsha.

Then, he unleashes a strong Force push on Sorsha's back, attempting to shove her to the ground.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: she tucks and rolls, using Hob's attack to gain distance between them. She lands in a low crouch and draws one of the twin bokken strapped across her back ::

"Show me what you can do with this."

:: tosses the bokken to Hob and draws the second one quickly ::

[Evil Hobgoblin]

(ooc) Urk! I don't know what a bokken is! Can you please describe it real quick?

[Sorsha Kasajian]

ooc: A bokken is a wooden training sword, fashioned like a katana. It isn't sharp, so there's no fear of cutting.

[Evil Hobgoblin]

(ooc) Ah. Thank you. :) Now all I have to do is overcome Hob's deficiency with weapons.

(ic)

The bokken arcs towards Hob, but then stops in midflight. Hob's right fist is open, with palm outward. The hand's subtle gestures match the slight movements of the sword as Hob gets a strong telekinetic grip on the weapon.

The sword falls to about mid height, then arrows towards Sorsha, as though wielded by an invisible hand. It stops short of Sorsha and then slices at her.

An intense look of concentration is on Hob's face.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: A laugh bubbles up in her throat as she deflects the strike. The goblin was clever and she liked that ::

[Evil Hobgoblin]

(ooc) Bleh. For the roll I did for the post where Hob took hold of the weapon, he got a 12 flat- no modifiers or anything. The two rolls I did for this post came up as a 1 and another 12, respectively. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/images/emoticons/ohwell.gif ALT=":\">

(ic)

Hob attempts to keep the shock from the strike from unbalancing the weapon. Unfortunately, his efforts cause the sword to rotate around the handle and come cartwheeling back at him. He neatly sidesteps the flailing weapon and it clatters to a halt on the castle steps.

Hob flips upward onto his hands and begins handwalking backwards to retrieve the weapon and keep his eyes on Sorsha at the same time.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha twirls the bokken in her grip and closes the distance with Hob slowly ::

[Evil Hobgoblin]

Hob places one hand over the bokken's handle, then flips upward. He lands on his feet and hurls the sword at Sorsha, re-establishing his control over the weapon. It flies over towards Sorsha, then drops to ground level and swings at her feet.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: she leaps upwards, twisting into a somersault and lands in front of Hob. She fakes a downward slash at his neck and drives a heel kick into his chest instead, sending him off balance as she circles him. Aware of his agility with those long arms of his, she moves in a circle just beyond his grasp ::

[Evil Hobgoblin]

Hob loses his balance and flops to the ground, falling on his back. He gets up in a crablike stance and grins.

The forgotten bokken picks itself up and lights itself on fire. The flat of the blade smacks into Sorsha's bottom, searing her with a pain that is psychic rather than physical.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: she shrieks out in suprise and rushes forward, maintaining her focus on Hob. The bokken flips again in her grip and Hob feels a heavy sting as the weapon connects with his shoulder ::

[Evil Hobgoblin]

Hob bellows in pain and his feet attempt to wrap around Sorsha's sword arm, but she moves the arm out of the way. Hob uses telekinesis to steady himself so that his lower body is supported. With his feet remaining in the air, Hob kangaroo-kicks out, aiming at Sorsha's legs.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Hob's attack catches her by suprise, and puts her flat on her back ::

[Evil Hobgoblin]

Hob returns to standing on two feet. Hob's bokken flies over and hovers above Sorsha with the pointed end downward, as though ready to impale her through the upper body.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha's fingers loosen on the grip of her bokken and she looks up at the sky ::

[Evil Hobgoblin]

Hob weakly tugs at the bokken Sorsha has just released, testing both her grip on it and his ability to do two telekinetic things at once.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Hob feels a subtle change in the air as he plucks the weapon from Sorsha's grip. A soft breeze blows that makes the hair on his neck stand on end ::

[Evil Hobgoblin]

Hob lifts a hand, preparing to hit Sorsha full force. He maintains his grip on the floating weapon, but cannot quite seem to muster the ability to pull Sorsha's bokken very far.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Hob feels something looming in the air ... a stormcloud was rolling towards them ::

[Evil Hobgoblin]

Hob finally yanks the bokken away from Sorsha with the Force, having managed to split his telekinetic concentration two ways at last. His own weapon still hovering in the air dips, but stays where it is. Hob then draws back and aims a punch for Sorsha's upper body.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: grabs Hob's wrist as he punches and pulls him forward into the hovering bokken ::

[Evil Hobgoblin]

Hob is utterly surprised by the move. He flings into the bokken with full force, and it hits his shoulder, simultaneously hitting him with his own psychic energy and leaving a nasty welt on his shoulder.

The two of them tumble to the ground a short ways off. Hob immediately flops to the ground, then picks himself up on all four limbs, ready to attack again. The bokken raises itself into the air once more, and both Hob and the weapon circle Sorsha in opposite directions.

[Ogre Mal Pannis]

He stands just outside the doors of Bast, having not left the world of Vjun yet from having helped play a part in keeping his wife and Anbira from killing each other. He looked on as his apprentice and his sister tested each other’s skill in combat, quite impressed by Hobs mental manipulation of the force.

He was interested in seeing exactly what his new apprentice was capable of, and would stand silently watching for the time being, paying close attention to both Hob and Sorsha as they traded blows. He could sense the weather beginning to change and knew the rains would soon come. Would they continue their battle in them, ravaged by the acid, or would it be moved to a more sheltered area? Only time would tell, just as only time would tell how well Hob would progress in mastering the Force.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha gives a keening scream as she speeds towards Hob. She climbs the length of his body with a flurry of kicks and flips off his shoulders to land behind him ::

[Evil Hobgoblin]

The final push off his shoulders sends Hob tumbling to the ground, laying flat on his back. He reaches out with one of his long arms and grabs Sorsha's foot as she lands, then yanks it forward as his other arm sweeps backward to attempt to knock Sorsha's stable foot out from under her.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: she falls onto her back but quickly sits up, lacing her legs around his neck. a low growl rises in her throat as she rakes her fingers across his eyes & face ::

[Evil Hobgoblin]

Hob shuts his eyes and waves his head, getting Sorsha's fingers tangled in his matty hair. Although his skin has hardened by the wind, weather, and near constant physical activity, Sorsha's nails nonetheless do some damage.

Hob concentrates, and physical force surges into his hands in the form of muscular strength, and also around it in the form of a pure telekinetic aura.

Hob then swings both arms in an overhead arc that attacks Sorsha's sides with a vicious twin punch.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha is stunned as the rain begins to fall ::

[Evil Hobgoblin]

Hob ignores the burning sensation of a few acid drops eating into his hardened skin and disentangles himself from Sorsha's legs. A rainshield formed from packed earth and rock suddenly leaps up from the ground and begins to hover over Hob.

The dwarf's eyes glow slightly as starts to gather energy.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: curses, pulling herself up with sheer willpower and retreats to the safety of the castle ::

[Evil Hobgoblin]

Hob slams his fists into the ground and roars. He heads towards Bast with a wide grin on his face.