OOC: Allright just double checking, makes it hard for me to do any physical attacks. Akrabbim, do you have any messenger services?

IC:

:amon clenched his left hand over his right one in agony, he had dropped to one knee, his left leg all but cut off at the knee from the Shuriken. He fliched and looked at Akrabbim, and found something of release in the fact that the Jedi's face was crushed in, and the use of his sight liimited at best. He was at the disadvantage physically, but that was allright... he never was much into the belief that physical violence is the best anyway.::

I care not of honor Jedi, right you are. But I was a Jedi myself, and it seems hypocritical that you would use such deception Jedi. A testimony of everything the Jedi are indeed.

:amon closed his mind to the outside world and focused on the opponent before him, the little Padawan could still use the Force to guide his attacks, so he would have to put some distance between them. he stretched his hand out again, once more trying to tap into the darkness, he found it more dificult this time. He wagered this was because of his relative novice knowledge of its usage. He strugled to find his rage again and did. Akrabbim felt the sands shift under him, and if he could have, would have looked down to see the current like grains shifting bellow him, Moving him away from Damon, away from his enemy. There was a good 30 to 40 meters between Damon and the Jedi now. Ample room to make his move. He called out through the Force to the Jedi.::

"You should have left at my first warning. Now you'll stay much longer."

::Akrabbim felt the sands shift under him once more and attempted to walk forward to face Void. But as he tried he found his legs would not move, for the shifting sands had began to draw him down into the Tatooine desert, the dunes began to cover his body, his legs, then his waste until he was absorbed up to his chest. Unable to move Damon now struck. Exploding through the desert wind like a Hurricane came Force blow after Force blow, striking the Jedi in the chest, the face, the ribs. Shattering crack after shattering crack, the Jedi's body was pummeled by the assault, his blood splattered from his broken face unto the desert sands turning them a sickening red. The Jedi finally found relief as Damon's breathing hardened, he was not all that experienced in the dark forces, and this had taken quite a bit out of him. He stopped his attacks and began to rest and wait to see if the Jedi had anything left himself.::