((Where: Tatooine Chapter
What: Any meleé weapons and the Force.))
The Shadow and Dark Warrior of the Church stood calmly outside the Tatooine Chapter, his eyes closed against the sand blowing freely about the building, set into the rock. He was to duel Darth Macht, an Intern for the Church.
Darth Macht
Darth Macht silently strode outside of the Church of the Dark Side, his head tilted downward unnaturally. Dueling was not the young Sith's forte, and perhaps even a weak point, but in the somewhat rare case of the ability to duel with the force....
Macht ignited his blade, bowing briefly while walking toward Crozeus. The Prophet of the Dark Side flashed his blade a foot from Macht's chest, backing away instinctively after the quick attack. Macht remained un-phased, pulling himself forward without fear.
His lightsaber hung at his side, incinerating grains of dust continuously as it dragged against the Tatooine sand. Macht trudged forward, heaving his blade upward quickly to meet his opponent's strike, commencing the duel.
High Prophet Crozeus
Crozeus leaped backwards, lashing out with his blade at the wrist of the hopeful, who backed away. As both the Sith were too far from one another to strike with the blade, Crozeus charged the Force into a ball andd hurled it at his opponent, thousands of Newtons of force all compiled into one push.
Darth Macht
Macht lifted his hand in front of his face, shielding his eyes as the ball hurtled toward him. He caught the scattered remnants of the force as it shattered against his hand, knocking him back slightly. As Crozeus launched himself forward to attack, Macht crashed the energy to the sandy desert floor, knocking Crozeus off his feet to his original position.
"A wise move, honorable foe," Macht complimented, ironically, as he stabbed his blade toward Crozeus.
The Dark Warrior, an expert in combat, deflected the blow, stabbing toward Macht's chest as he pulled himself to his feet. Macht twisted to one side, allowing his enemy's blade to scrape his leather armor, nearly penetrating to his skin.
In retaliation, Macht released a one-second-long beam of Sith lightning toward Crozeus' face, narrowly missing. Crozeus swerved his head downward, avoiding the potentially lethal attack, before sliding his blade in an attempt to slice Macht's hand.
Macht locked his lightsaber to Crozeus', postponing the loss of limb. The Sith intern twirled around with the dueling grace expected of him, launching yet another few strings of lightning blindly at Crozeus.
The seizure-inspiring flashes knocked Crozeus' concentration off balance, forcing him to retreat to the original dueling stance.
High Prophet Crozeus
Crozeus sighed. The moves thrown at him, although reasonably complex, held little point. Keeping his blade held out in front of him to catch any lightning, Crozeus raised a palm and slowly rotated it, gathering speed until he finally clenched his fist.
The sand around Macht shot up out of the air, forming a brown particle wall around him. It then condensed onto him, covering him in sand, bits of rock, even small animals that had been in the ground. It began to crush Macht with strong pressure, which would kill him if he didn't react.
Darth Macht
Macht felt the crushing sand compact around him. His body, rather thin, couldn't take much of it. His hands stretched out, his lightsaber still held, as he released several shots of force energy, cracking through the sand. In mere moments, he managed to chisel off every bit of sand with the force, leaving no small dust particle left to amuse his foe.
In retaliation, Macht raised his hand in a cupping position toward Crozeus, quickly closing it. The Prophet and Dark Warrior was lifted off his feet, strands and tendons of an invisible hand closing around his rib cage, attempting to tear into his internal organs.
Whilst employing this horrifying attack, Macht raised his right hand, still holding his lightsaber, again toward Crozeus. More strands of lightning protruded from his fingertips, dissipating into Crozeus' stomach and traveling throughout his body. The shaking of the Prophet increased the chances of a cracked rib, but survival was not impossible, and Macht feared his opponent was indeed clever enough to break through what was Macht's most advanced attack.
High Prophet Crozeus
Prophet Crozeus, although in intense pain, had endured far worse. He laughed manically as he used the pain to draw more and more Dark energies into his being, shielding himself from lightning with the Force. He then sent it out with a huge swing of his arms, repulsing the energies of his foe with his vaster power. Macht could be more powerful, but only as he trained. And that was what the Church would offer. Power beyond anything he could dream of.
Crozeus made a sweeping movement with his arms, clawing with his hands. Lightsabers sprang out of Crozeus' clothing, different types, four in total, yet he held on to his original one. They all ignited with different shades of red and violet and pointed themselves at Macht. As the Sith Minion regarded the new blades, he faltered, and Crozeus used the lull in the combat to question his foe.
"So, what Form do you prefer? And why?"
Darth Macht
Macht held his curved blade up conservatively, attempting to halt any assault by his opponent's massive arsenal of weaponry.
"Perhaps to discuss my lightsaber style with my foe in a duel is unwise..." he calmly replied. "But I prefer the elegance of Makashi to the brute force of many of the other styles. It gives the calmness and control, along with meditation uses of the force, needed to stabilize a Sith and give them strengths in all they do. The elegance and grace of the fencing style is also an appealing aspect."
Macht held his blade awkwardly, pointing it back at Crozeus and his blades with a challenging insanity.
High Prophet Crozeus
Crozeus nodded. Makashi was a common Form amongst the Sith. He knew enough of the first seven to know how to counter anyone thrown against him, save for the 'newer' Forms. He himself was beginning to learn Jar'Kai.
He took two rapids steps forward, the blades following him. Macht responded, backing away, keeping the distance between them the same. "What other Form, or Forms, would you like to learn?" He questioned.
Darth Macht
"Combat does not hold my interest as much as arts that require.... intellectual wisdom...." Macht replied carefully, thinking long before answering the question. "However, it is necessary for a Sith to explore all areas of expertise. Shii-Cho is the most basic of all forms, and from it I can develop the use of all other forms. I have already begun using that to some degree. Only Shien and Soresu hold my interest beyond that."
High Prophet Crozeus
Crozeus slowly began to circle his opponent, the blades following him precisely. "And why is that?"
Darth Macht
"Their actual practicality is nearly infinite," Macht replied, his eyes flickering anxiously at the blades. He wasn't afraid so much as.... excited for an attack. "Soresu would allow me to protect myself to a point of invincibility unachievable by any other form, and Shien would allow me the ability to quickly defeat not only the incompetent foe, but also many a substantially powerful enemy by creating my own openings to attack."
((Yes, I did quickly look those up in wookieepedia ))
High Prophet Crozeus
((It's called prophesising ))
With a casual flick of the Warrior's wrist the blades angled down and swooped towards Macht, cutting and poking from all angles. It was only a matter of time before he fell, and how long that took him would be an important factor. Not necessarily how fast it happens, but how it happens.
Feeling the skin on the back of his neck begin to burn under the mid-day sun, Crozeus started to lend his own hand to the fray, lunging and slashing when an opening presented itself.
Darth Macht
Macht was, an oddity for him, very much surprised. He twirled his lightsaber quickly in a circle, deflecting the many blades. He gripped one with the force, clashing it with another. His leg flew up with much effort to Crozeus' neck, sending him retreating for a brief moment: why would he need to fight when he had essentially summoned more warriors?
There was one reason: insanity. Macht continued to clash with the blades with all his abilities as he slowly stepped forward in a mad attempt to attack Crozeus immediately.
Macht through his left arm out, grabbing one lightsaber blade with all the force he could muster. Summoning a strong pull with the force (which took a few moments), he disconnected Crozeus' telekinesis with one lightsaber, gaining a second weapon for himself.
It was rather easy to hack apart the Dark Warrior's connection: even for an experienced duelist, holding onto four blades with telekinesis would be difficult.
Macht continued forward, slashing his arms inconsistently at the two leftover force-controlled blades. He stepped forward slowly, gradually moving toward Crozeus. Finally he stabbed a blade at the Prophet, readying his second in the air high above his head.
High Prophet Crozeus
Crozeus smiled, as he dodged aside, Macht too tired to truly defend. He kicked him between the legs and Macht dropped to one knee, dropping the sabers. With a wave they all deactivated, symbolising the end of the duel. Crozeus extended a hand.
"Congratulations, you have completed this section. Have you anything to say?"
Darth Macht
((I WASN"T FINISHED! My character is a lunatic with a high tolerance for pain. Unskilled in combat, perhaps, but a madman. You simply think you could beat me that easily?! FINE! . Besides... I wanted to lose an arm! ))
Macht grinned sarcastically. He most likely could have kept on fighting, and even now he had the opportunity to heave himself up to attack. However, what point was it? Even if he could achieve some sort of "victory" it would likely involve both Sith locked in a stalemate.
His head bowed down respectively, his long, black, silk-like hair covering his sides and back.
"You have honorably defeated me, my much greater foe," he hissed, layering his words with sugar-coating to avoid showing his malice. Hiding truth: this was what he was truly masterful at. "I would be fortunate to be graced with your teachings, but I do not have the audacity to even ask that of one as skillful as you. You congratulations is a compliment beyond measure coming from such a skillful duelist."
His head remained bowed, but his black eyes flickered up to the Dark Warrior above him, the psychotic anger at all life in them obvious.
High Prophet Crozeus
((We can duel properly in the future... but I'll still beat you ))
Crozeus snorted at the barely disguised words. He turned and stalked into the chapter.
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