Back and ready for business...(Open challenge)

[Alpha]

Satine crouches on the roof of a huge skyscraper, his wings extended, making him seem like a gargoyle, waiting to strike. He had been asked to watch for any Sith on the lurk. Even though this would be an easy task for a Jedi apprentice, Satine knew he could do it. A Jedi Mastre makes a good guard when the time calls for it.

Jedi Mastre... Satine thinks. I finally made it...

Yawning, Satine smiles and keeps watchs, reaching out with his senses.

[imported_Grev Drasen]

The watchful eye of the Jedi had not gone unnoticed. Although concealed in a perched position high above the city, he had been spotted by an even more attentive being. With his hands burried deep within the pockets of his overcoat duster, the dark apprentice allowed himself to move into a darkened alley; his intentions only to arouse suspicion, so that Capashen might be alerted enough to follow him inside. Bait, that was all it was.

[Alpha]

Satine takes it, hook line and sinker. Spreading his wings even farther, Satine drops from the building, his wings propelling him forward. Forming a ball of white Force energy--normally it would take the shape of flames, but Satine was beginning to change his tactics--Satine throws it as Grev, which stops, suspended in mid-air. Backwinging, Satine lands softly. In this light he didn't look so much a gargoyle, but a Warrior Archangel. Unsheathing the large, two-handed sword from his back, Satine points it at the alert Sith.

"And what do we have here?" he says, "A Dark one?"

[imported_Grev Drasen]

"Is darkness always associated with evil," Drasen had not bothered to turn around, he knew the Jedi would follow, it was what he had desired.

Continuing to walk forward, the light began to efface as they descended deeper into the alleyway. A breeze shuffled through the path, picking up debris and trash, shuffling Grev's duster as it rippled calmly. He stopped, slowly turning to face the Jedi, looking up at him hoping to make eye contact.

"Always nimble in assuming, are all Jedi?"

[Alpha]

"Nimble in assuming?" Satine says, giving an odd grin. "Not often...I just speak from experience."

[imported_Grev Drasen]

"And that," Drasen averted his stare towards the sword clutched in the hands of the Jedi, "What do you plan to do with it?"

By now, the Sith's own hand was edging towards his belt, fingering the cold steel of the hilt to his lightsaber.

[Alpha]

"That depends on your answer to why and what you're doing here." Satine says, noticing Grev's hand going to the lightsabre on his belt. He forms a ball of radiant energy, hovering beside the Jedi Mastre.

"I wouldn't do that..."

[imported_Grev Drasen]

"That is what seperates us, Jedi... I would."

With the sphere of energy forming, Drasen quickly stepped off his left foot and pushed himself into a vertical leap. Propelling himself with aid of the Force, his body jolted downward with the blade fully activated; a hissing arc, vivid with crimson energy screamed down in a vertical fashion at Alpha's torso.

[Alpha]

The blade stopped a full foot away from the Jedi Mastre, with a resounding crack!. Using the force to throw Grev, Satine brings down his Force shield, and then readies his sword, quickly moving towards his opponent, and slicing to the left...

[imported_Grev Drasen]

Landing in a pile of garbage and debris, a thud occured as Drasen's body crashed into the mess. Seeing the charging Jedi, Grev quickly stumbled to his feet and readied his blade, locking his blade in a vertical position the sword collided with the lightsabre, a soundful hiss emitting from the grinding weapons. Grev applied pressure into the parry, attempting to push the Jedi back a step or two to give himself a bit of leverage for a following attack.

[Alpha]

Satine continues pushing, until, suddenly, he spreads his wings, and jumps backward, Grev being propelled forward since the force he was exerting no longer had a target to keep it in check. Landing a few feet away, satine crouches, ready to spring or defend at any moment...

[imported_Grev Drasen]

“Clever, Jedi.”

Those were the only words mumbled by the Sith as he stumbled forward, an amused scoff sounding from his lips as he sideglanced towards the awaiting Satine. Rising to a full stance, Grev patiently approached the Jedi, extending his lightsabre as it scraped along the alleyway wall with his steps, sparks propelling from the metal paneling lined against the buildings as it made contact with the blade.

“What is your name?”

[Alpha]

"The name's Satine Capashen, Jedi Mastre. What's your's, Dark One?" Satine asks, cocking his head to the side, and standing at his full height, before slicing at Grev's left side...

[imported_Grev Drasen]

It was predicted, and to no surprise the Jedi dove for the oppertunity. Manuevering his arms with the lightsabre firmly clutched in both hands, Drasen torqued his body in a way to obstruct the attack with relative ease. Allowing his blade to lock in a vertical position, as the sword of Satine's mauled into the lightsabre's median.

“Grev Drasen.”

With that he pivoted off his foot, his body rotating in a full three-sixty, as his blade spun in a swift manner for the lower of the left side of Satine's torso.

[Alpha]

Satine flips high into the air, and lands six feet behind Grev. Spinning around to face the Sith, the Jedi Mastre stabs out with his sabre.

[imported_Grev Drasen]

Grev swiped his blade in a downward arc, as the lightsabre sliced into the Jedi's weapon averting its path to the ground. Applying pressure to the block, Grev managed to hold the sword at bay for quite some time, before lunging into the Jedi Master and burrying his shoulder into the torso of Satine.

[Alpha]

Satine taps into the force to create a cushion of air, which slows him down, not even touching the ground. Just before he stops, he gives himself a Force push, and then snaps his foot out, catching Grev in the chest and throwing him into a nearby wall.

[imported_Grev Drasen]

Tossed back from the impact of the foot, Grev had no choice but to embrace the law of physics; his back hammering into the solid concrete of the wall behind him. A bit groggy and disoriented from the attack, Drasen managed to find his way back to his feet, deactivating his lightsabre for the time being. He had no chance at outpacing the Jedi Master in a straight head-to-head battle, and to continue such a mockery would be plain stupid. Instead, however, he would play with the Jedi's mind.

“Follow.”

Turning, the Sith darted off into the shadows encasing the alleyway, the only hint of his trail being that of his Force presence.

[Alpha]

Satine spreads his wings, and takes flight, quickly following the Sith. sheathing his sword, he focuses on the force signature he was following...

[imported_Grev Drasen]

Grev continued his flee, weaving in and out of shadowed alleyways, as the Jedi Mastre continued in pursuit. Ducking into an abandoned housing projects, Alpha's vision was suddenly smothered by some type of ominous fog. As the haze cleared, it had appeared Drasen disappeared into a broken down warehouse (http://www.sw-fans.net/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=25047) of sorts, almost as if he were taunting the Jedi to follow him inside.

[ooc- if you would reply in the thread linked above.]