Damel Girte... A challange [Closed]

[Darth Snack]

OOC: Closed challange to Damel. Location: A clear lush meadow on the edge of the forests on the planet of Naboo. Same rules apply in a normal fight, yada yada, you know the drill.


IC:

*Snack stood looking around his familiar surrounds on Naboo. Even though he has not spent over 5 years living on this planet, he still ocnsidered it his home away from home. He knew the ins and outs like he knew the Force. This place took him in when he had no home, it was kind to him. To accustom himself better to the terrain, he studdied the land and its inhabitants for roughly two to three years. He grinned as the sights and feelings around him surged through his body.

Clad in his normal pure black fighting attire, Snack looked at his X-wing off in the safety of the forest about 50 yards to his left. He came to Naboo for one reason, and one reason only: to test his new special dual bladed saber.*

[Damel Girte]

OOC: Sorry it took so long, I've been busy and not really watching the boards much.
IC:

*Damel wandered through the forests of Naboo, watching the green light filter down through the treetops. A couple of hours... she had a couple of hours before they came and she had to get back.

A twig snapped underfoot. What was it she was here for again? Oh, yeah.... that's right. The message. She shrugged, wondering what it could mean.

The girl quietly stepped out of the forest, and the trees parted, revealing a clearing and a figure in black standing there, waiting. Ah, so that's what it was.. She caught a glimpse of a ship somewhere off in the woods, but couldn't tell what kind it was. Then her gaze fell to... A dual blade. He's got a dual blade saber. That usually meant one thing. Damel grinned. She stood silently, one hand leaning against a nearby tree, waiting for Snack to notice.

[Jedi Knight Leia Solo]

**A Jedi Master unbeknownst to Damel, was following her. Leia was concerned for her young padawan. Damel had mentioned a message given to her from Darth Snack. This concerned Leia some... due to the fact he was her very own padawan that was trained to knighthood but decided to follow the path of the sith. Leia ponder over the thought of what DS had planned for Damel and why Damel, the 11 year old padawan from GJO. Why did he single her out?!**

**Leia continued following Damel through the lush forest of Naboo, when she spots Damel stopping in her tracks. The Jedi Master stopped abruptly and cloaked her presence in the force. Leia sensed out in the force...the force signature of her ex-student DS. The Jedi Master slowly retreated behind a tree and looked on.**

[Darth Snack]

*The calmness and serenity of Naboo was one of the planet's better points. Aside from the occasional war that breaks out between the Gungans and some Sith or Imperial Groups, peace and quiet echoed throughout the valleyes. Today was no different. Wild animals could be heard in the distance, struggling for survival, warding off preditors, communicating to one another.

There was one soft sound, however, that came quick to his ears. The snapping of a twig. Reaching out through the Force, he sensed the Light emenating from one pressence. Good. She received the message... he thought to himself as his eyes slowly moved to veiw to his right. He smirked then called out:*

Step forward and show yourself, Damel.

*He turned his head slightly to his right and saw her figure step forth from the shadows of the forest. Unclipping his dual blade from his belt, he turned facing her direction.*

I wish to see if the teachings from Master Leia Solo have taught you anything.

[Damel Girte]

*The girl took a hesitant step forward, maintaining a wide strip of grass between her and the Sith, pulling her jacket closer. Her right hand inched a fraction towards the saber hanging on her belt, hovering near but not touching it. She called out to Snack from across the field.*

"But... why me?"

[Darth Snack]

No reason. It was by pure chance that I picked you. However, once you were chosen, it just makes sense. Young, almost done with your training, padawan to my old master, etcetera etcetera.

*Snack began to take steps forward, towards the young Jedi. With an evil glint in his eye, he continued to grin. He held his dual blade in his right hand, the two ends of it facing front and back. His first orange blade ignited from the back with a snap~hiss. He continued his walk towards her.*

Are you ready?

[Damel Girte]

"Ready as I'll ever be, I guess..." Damel struggled to keep her voice level as Snack advanced. She slung her jacket on the ground and took her saber hilt off her belt, and then after a moment's hesitation, ignited it.

Something flickered in the back of her mind. Why am I doing this? Is there even a reason? The girl shook her head and turned her attention back towards Snack. Better to concentrate on the present.

[Darth Snack]

*Snack could feel the hesitation and confusion from the padawan as he advanced. She was questioning why she was here. He spoke through the Force into Damel's mind: Curiosity. That is what brought you here. You wanted to know what I want, why I wanted to meet you. Instead of saying "no", you wanted to make sure you didn't miss what I had to say, and in your mind, you thought of the best possible situation for this. He picked up his pace to a fast walk, the grin on his face turning to a straight line of seriousness.*

You are also here because fights are enevitable.

*His fast walk soon became a rushed jog as he came closer to Damel. He came to a stop, stepping hard with his leading left foot, yet distributing the weight evenly throught his body to keep him on balance. As he did that, he brought his blade up, the fore-handle aiming for her head. Before he got his fist above his belly, his second blade ignited, extending as he moved his blade upwards and to his left with velocity.*

[Damel Girte]

*As Snack swung, Damel froze momentarily, barely bringing her saber up to intercept the orange blade in a vertical block. But she regained her concentration somewhat as the blades clashed, sidestepping to her left to avoid the second one.

As she sidestepped the blade, Damel leapt diagonally forwards towards the middle of the field, forcing Snack to whirl around. During the split second he turned, a few quick steps brought her dancing just out of the range of the dual blade saber, clutching her own tightly with the golden blade brought up close to her face.*

"Inevitable? I... I don't think so."

*Knees bent, eyes wide but lips set in a firm line, she stepped to the left again and they started to circle.*

[Darth Snack]

*Snack grins as he fakes a couple of rushing attempts at the padawan. The two still circle each other, Snack's saber low and ready to bring up to a defensive or offensive setting. His eyes never leaving Damel's.*

You will learn, young one, that fighting is a way of life. Running from the fights will not solve every little squirmish you encounter where fighting is an option. Sometimes, there is no option and you must fight, if only for your survival.

*He faked once more, making the Jedi flinch and take a few steps back. He smiled once more, toying with her, then quickly brought his dual blade over his head, and began to twirl it, the two blades spinning fastly becoming a blur. He brought the handle down quickly, causing the front blade to arc swiftly in a downward motion. In one fluid motion, his left hand left the handle of his dual blade, and quickly thust outwards. As he did this, he pushed outwards with the Force to violently puch Damel to the ground.*

[Damel Girte]

(OOC: Yeep... sorry, guys... I couldn't get to a computer over the weekend... sorry about that.)
IC:

*Damel grunted as she hit the ground, jamming an elbow into the grass to shove herself back up, blocking Snack's glancing sideways blow with an instinctive upwards fling of her arm, their blades locking in an X. The girl stared intently at the Sith through the cross of the blades. Something like a wistful grin flickered across her grim face for a second, and she shook her head slightly.*

"I lived that way for too long. There's got to be..."

*She trailed off, unable to finish her sentence. Instead, Damel swung her blade free of the lock and jabbed forward with her left foot, bringing her golden blace down in a clockwise arc towards the second blade of Snack's saber. She could feel herself slipping into the... well, the intenseness she had had when she had fought before, on the streets. Not so much the Force, as the singular mindset, the almost dream-like concentration, the...

Stop thinking! Just fight!

She shook her thoughts free and, after a moment's hesistation, during which Snack blocked her saber, slipped into it. Now she was intent on the battle.

[Darth Snack]

OOC: Quite alright. =)

IC:

*Snack made sure that their blades lock low where they were. He moved his gaze from Damel's face to where the two blades meet down by his left leg. His saber handle was across his torso, it's other blade pointing up and to the right. Quickly, he jammed foward with his upper blade and handle for her head. As she duck, Snack used his foward momentum and the force to help him flip over Damel. He landed, their backs to each other. He shot out his left leg behind him, kicking Damel in the small of her back which sent her stumbling forward, but she was able regain her footing.

Snack tunred around to face the girl, who had also turned around. He looked into her eyes, and saw more determination than what she had before. He grinned, extending his left hand outward while he held his saber with his right, motioning with his fingers on his left hand for her to attack: taunting almost.*

[Damel Girte]

*The girl wavered with indecision for a moment, then lunged forward. Bringing her elbow up, Damel's blade swept upwards to her left, then hooked sharply down, sliding past the upper blade of Snack's saber with a crackling sound. As she swung, Damel pivoted on her left foot, throwing the weight of her small frame at Snack's chest with a grunt. As her shoulder crashed into his stomach, her blade slipped and she heard something that sounded.. sszzt-crack! like electronics sparking.

[Damel Girte]

TTT

[Darth Snack]

((OOC: sorry for late reply.. comp problems plus boycotting ezboard and posting and stuff. )





*As Damel threw her weight into Snack's gut, he let out an "oof" and stumbled backwards, hearing a crackling electrical sound. Punk.. Damel had stepped back a bit, allowing Snack to regain his footing. The sound was made when her saber sliced into Snack's dual blade. He looked down at the handles of his now two operational sabers and smiled.

The cut severed, ironically, the last part of the saber which he welded on. It was a clipping device near the center of the dual-handle, which enabled his one origional saber (which was part of a dual blade much like his new one that he had before) to clip on to another single blade to form a seperable dual blade: Snack's trademark weapon.

He spun both sabers in his hands at the same time, setting them so he had a comfortable grip on them. The swirling light stopped as he ste up in a defensive stance. His left foot out in front, his right foot behind him. He had his left side facing Damel at an angle, head turned as to not let her out of his sight. His left arm was bent out and bent at the elbow, bringing the thumb of his fist close to his chest, with that, also the butt of one of his sabers. The blade which protruded from this handle in his left hand at an small upward slope and straight out towards Damel. Snack's right arm was also out and at his side, bent at the elbow. With his positioning with the Jedi, his right arm was partially hiden from her sight. His firght hand was also in a fist holding on tho his saber. The saber handle's butt was pointing directly at Damel, as the blade extended outwards to his right side.

He made no further movements, with only an evil grin on his face; watching the Jedi Padawan.*

[Damel Girte]

(ooc: s'ok, I know how that is, man )

*She felt a small surge of triumph as he wielded the two blades that she had cut apart. Of course, if you thought about it, it didn't really matter... but still.

Damel kept her gaze fixed on Snack, standing warily with her saber in front of her, brought vertically up close to her right shoulder in a defensive position. Returning his challenging glare, she quelled the urge to attack, a slight smile crossing her face instead.*

"Done so soon?"

[Darth Snack]

You would wish so.

*Snack answered as he closed his eyes. He eased up his defensive stance, straightening up to his full 6'3" height. He began to concentrate on the Force, summoning it within himself, pulling it in. The Dark Side, anger and aggression flowed throughout his blood.

The light wind that was present began to slowly pick up. Snack focused on the atmosphere, the air around him. He brought his hands close to his chest, his two blade pointing outwards, his wrists crossed. As he began to manipulate his surroundings, he felt the wind picking up more speed. With head lowered, chin placed/rested where his wrists crossed.

Damel's hair began to wave in the air, as Snack made the gusts of winds reach up to speeds roughly 60 miles per hour. Unlike other Force Wind moves, which cause multiple violent tornadoes, Snack's was a bit modified. He quickly snapped his head back up so he was looking forward, eyes closed. The wind gusts became more turbulent at that time, then died down some. He knew Damel was having a hard time trying to fight off the wind, with her small frame and body weight.

The calming of the wind would be short in it's coming. For Snack quickly threw out his arms, wrists still crossed, palms out holding his two still ignited blades. The wind quickly picked back up, but this time, Snack helped "push" the wind. Using the basic Force move of Force Push, he pushed with great force the air column in the atmosphere infront of him. This in return caused the wind to move at impressive speeds across the terrain. The column of air struck Damel hard in the chest, and with the wind lifted her off of her feet, sending her flying quite some distance as she crashed face first into the ground.

The winds died down back to what it normally was, as Snack opened his eyes. Beads of sweet ran down his forehead and face caused by the exertion of the Force he used. He brought his hands down to his sides, both blades extending out from his back.*

[Damel Girte]

*Grunting as she shoved herself up from the dirt, Damel spat out mud onto the grass and smeared the dirt out of her face with the sleeve of her hand clutching her saber hilt, which had automatically turned off when she hit the ground. She turned her head and gazed over her shoulder at the small figure of Snack in the distance. With a snap of her wrist and a flick of her thumb, the golden blade sprang to life once more. A few moments to catch her breath and regain her focus, and she spun and ran, hurtling forwards at the Sith.

He stood his ground as she approached, sweat channeling down his face, still trying to regain his energy. As she charged, she reached out with the Force, and wads of mud and dirt began to rip out of the earth and fling themselves at Snack, pelting him with a shower of missiles. While he was still staggering in the whirl of dirt, she reached him with a yell, kicking off sideways with her right foot. The girl clenched her teeth as she swung her blade down hard from the side towards his torso, her left knee, side, and shoulder slamming into the blinded Sith. *

[Darth Snack]

*The Force took control of his saber in his left hand, bringing it down to parray the blade of Damel. As her momentum brought the bulk of her body weight into Snack, the blinded Sith staggered backwards and fell to the ground. He twisted as he fell, landing mostly on his left side, dropping his saber from his left hand. The force she used in this offensive attack caused the small frame of Damel to fall as well, her body crashing on Snack's right side then rolling off.

With his free hand, he clawed at his eyes to get the dirt away. While most of the dirt flew off, there was still some there. Snack decided to let the natural proccess to kick in as his eyes began to water, flushing out the unwanted substance. He stood up, using the Force to locate Damel, who was also just starting to rise. He spun his orange bladed saber in his right hand, stopping it blade up. He cleared his eyes from tears with his left hand, yet his vision was still blurry. Using the Force, however, he would be able to see anyway.*

ooc: ups!

[Damel Girte]

ooc: eep... sorry about that, man...
ic:

*She clambered up from the dirt, mud-streaked but unhurt by the fall. As the Sith clawed the dirt from his eyes, Damel took a short step back as if to flee, but adrenaline overwhelmed hesitancy as quickly as it had come. With a flicker of gold, her blade was ignited and swinging down in midair towards Snack.

Already seeing the girl through the Force, Snack blocked the wild blow easily with a thrust of his own blade, sending Damel's blade off course and her off balance. Unable to regain her balance in time, the girl stumbled and fell, flailing her arm out in a reflex movement to try and regain it as she fell, saber flying out of her hand. The accidental fling hurled the blade through the air, sending it slashing across Snack's ribcage before dropping to the ground, disigniting, and rolling away. Crashing hard to the ground, she flinched inwardly as the Sith yelled in pain, the shout reverbating through her already aching head.*

EDIT: Removed sig. I keep forgetting to take the darn thing out.