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Prognie's blade was held but Crozeus was hoping to take the kill shot from an exposed area, but the dark lord was never defenseless. He heard the humming of the Prophet's second blade down below, the force trickled with warning and instinctively Prognie held his open palm to the blade, before it could cut through his hand, he released an exertion of force that knocked the blade back.
Crozeus had grown smarter, his instincts were catching up to him because he soon released a wave of energy that knocked Prognie back. It was a well understood attack, Prognie would have taken advantage of the success of his move and the Prophet would have been too exposed. He created distance so he could take the proper offensive, and he did, Prognie saw Crozeus coming at him with a flurry of blows, such attunement to the force taught Crozeus how to rely on its ability to tell him what was happening as it happened.
The downfall of the sith was that the force was a crutch, they relied on it to tell them when to do things and forgot that their natural senses were capable of so much more. The trees crackled as they popped beneath the fire that engulfed them, Prognie lured Crozeus deeper into the forest, the shadows he formed creeping slowly behind them. Prognie allowed slips, he wanted Crozeus to continue on the offensive, he knew he was using the force to predict Prognie's motives so the Dark Lord clouded his mind. And like the mind of the Prophet, he clouded the entire area in darkness again. This was a thicker darkness, it covered all surrounding area in a heavy blanket.
Prognie then expanded himself throughout the force so he could be felt everywhere once again, then in an instant his entire being disappeared. The only light was the dim glow of Crozeus' blades, but it was not enough to penetrate the darkness. Prognie let out a laugh, it echoed around the Prophet, leaving him unable to find himself. Because Prognie was cutting himself off from the force, he wasn't able to feel for where Crozeus was at, but that's where he left his senses. There was a small rustle of leaves from where Crozeus walked, Prognie moved in swiftly and quietly with a strike.
Blocked.
The Prophet was still in tune with the force, Prognie melded back into the darkness, a skill his group had mastered. Prognie found Crozeus again, he whispered from behind the Prophet "Find me" before the darkness consumed him once again. _________________ A blessed rage for order
I'd break the law once every week, just to feel your touch.

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