Malice sat motionless within the walls of his personal quarters. The same walls that seemed to be slowly suffocating him. He looked at the papers strewn about in front of him. Work that surely needed to be completed, but that yearning sensation.....that pulsating desire to strike out at something.....anything, remained at the forefront of his mind. He sat back for a moment before rising quickly and grabbing his saber and cloak.
His pace was swift and with purpose as he headed towards the large, ancient structure which housed the Dojo. The hunger for combat propelled his body further until he nearly broke into a run. The large Sith felt as though his body would explode if he didn't unleash this energy onto any opponent willing to step infront of him. He didn't care who he was to duel, he simply needed to feel the steel of a saber in his hands.....needed to feel the heat of close combat......needed to feel the pain inflicted upon his body.
Once inside, Malice quickly shed his overcoat, immediately followed by the long-sleeved shirt he wore underneath. He was now standing bare-chested at the center of the largest duelling circle. Here he would wait for his opponent, whomever it may be.
Darth Malice
[Sorry for the double post, but are there really no takers. This is open to anyone from adept to Emperor.]
Darth Krathy
((I will gladly battle you. Just don't quit okay?))
Darth Malice
[You need not worry about my quitting. I will see this duel through to it's end.]
Darth Malice felt a slight ripple flow through the Force around him and then moments later a......woman walked through the doors of the dojo. She was small, unassuming, but a Sith nonetheless. She walked gracefully, gently placing one foot in front of the other, hips swaying perfectly. He could tell by her build she was quick....athletic.
"You seek a duel, minion?"
Bane's voice was deep and cold. His eyes stared blanking upon the Sith female that looked as though she could fit comfortably in the palm of the giant Sith's hand. Though he size was small and her rank unassuming, he could sense she'd been here for some time and perhaps hadn't had the opportunities most others had.
Darth Krathy
((I'm glad that you are willing to see this one through. All of the other people who have agreed to duel me have quit without letting me know.))
She stood there, viewing him fully...watching him. She could tell that he was strong...very strong.
"Yes, I seek a duel." she replied. Her voice was quiet, but filled with purpose. Maybe, at last, she would be able to win a duel...just maybe.
She dropped the cloak that she wore. Now he was able to view her face. She kept her face impassive, not revealing anything. She force-called her lightsaber to her hand, igniting it with the snap-hiss that she loved to hear. Then, she waited.
Darth Malice
Malice could feel the potential in this Sith standing before him. He could sense the desire within her. He stood still for a moment, examining her stance, the way she held her saber. He noticed the look in her eyes and the slight twitch in her readied muscles. She was ready for a fight, but she would be no match for him if he unleashed his full might.
"You are a military recruit, are you not? If that is so, let this be part of your training. If you wish to hold a worthy rank you'll need to be able to handle yourself in combat whether it is the Navy you choose or the Army."
With that, Malice stood motionless, not ten feet in front of his opponent. She would be making the first move. He would test the depths of her knowledge and the determination of her success.
Darth Krathy
"Yes, I'm a military recruit," she replied.
She jumped into the air, did a complete flip in mid-air, and landed behind him. She then stabbed toward him.
Darth Malice
Malice remained motionless as the young Sith soared over him. Everything slowed as he focused his attention and opened his body and mind to the Force. He could feel the movement in the air as her body grew closer to the ground behind him.
"You're going to have to do better than that." Malice had already pulled his cortosis-weaved mace from his back and turned towards the now-landing Sith to his rear. When she stabbed, he was already two steps ahead of her. He twirled the mace to the right and made contact with the wrist that was in control of the young Sith's saber, causing it to alter it's path. He then spun his body to the left and looped his mace-wielding arm over her head and directly towards her back.
Darth Krathy
She did a complete backflip in air. Landing again behind him, she sliced his mace in half. Then she laughed and said, "What else you got?"
Sovereign Defender Tarna
(( Krathy, watch yourself. Somehow I doubt a Sith Master Fifth Degree would allow his weapon to be cut in half by a Minion. Also, please use longer and more detailed posts. It helps your opponent understand what your character has done. ))
Darth Krathy
((Ok, Thanks.))
Darth Malice
(Also keep in mind that the mace is weaved with cortosis, making it impossible to be penetrated by your lightsaber. Please edit your previous post accordingly and we'll continue.)
Darth Krathy
((Very well.Wait. Does that mean that her wrist is hurt?))
High Prophet Crozeus
Hearing the clatter of lightsaber on mace, Crozeus strolled into the chamber. Settling himself down on a nearby stool, he looked on.
"Master, if I may watch?"
Darth Malice
Malice enjoyed the energy of the youthful Sith. She fought as though she could win even though the result was apparent from the beginning of the duel. He then notice the emergence of another Sith. This brought an interesting idea into the Sith Protector's head.
Holding up one hand to Krathy, telling her to stop, he turned his attention to the student who had just entered. "Prove yourself worthy of the Sith and join your fellow comrade in a duel against me." Malice's eyes now burned with desire. He could feel the swirl of the Dark Side within him. Two on one, it was a perfect scenario. Now he would be pushed just a little further.
Returning to the center of the dueling ring, Malice held his mace in one hand and ignited his crimson saber in the other. To his right was Darth Krathy, a young, but energetic Sith. To his left was yet another Sith hopeful, one he'd never seen. He closed his eyes and turned his face upward, drawing in the Force around him.
High Prophet Crozeus
Without hesitation, Crozeus stood up, ignited his saber and saluted while calmly walking so he face the two Sith. This is what he'd been waiting for the past 4 years - to face true Sith in combat, even if it was with stun set sabers.
Crozeus wrapped himself in a force shield, at the same time reaching out to the new opponents. One, tired but exhilirated, the other, burning with the power of the dark side.
He reached out to Darth Krathy, offering her to take on his mace side as she would be more familiar with it, but that the two needed to advance together to stand any chance.
Taking up the classic defensive ready position of Shii-Cho, Crozeus readied himself and allowed a small smile to tug at his lips.
Major General Celestial
(May I recommend you find another duel? I am not sure if the two dueling want a third.)
Darth Krathy
((No one has answered my question. Is her wrist hurt or not?!?
Major General Celestial
(I would say slight damage at least.)
Lord Aequitas
Darth Celestial wrote:
(May I recommend you find another duel? I am not sure if the two dueling want a third.)
((Sorry Malice, they do want to dual Malice said so here:
Quote:
"Prove yourself worthy of the Sith and join your fellow comrade in a duel against me."
))
High Prophet Crozeus
(May we continue?)
Major General Celestial
(Then sorry for the intrusion.)
Darth Malice
Malice loved the confidence of the newcomer. He had no problem intercepting the Force message from one Sith to the other. Instead of using it however, he ignored it. He wished to allow them to communicate if it would indeed aide them. He wanted nothing more than to feel the heat of their blades against his skin. This would surely be the reprieve he was so desperately in need of.
As soon as the newcomer readied himself, clearly taking the defensive stance of Shii-Cho, Malice whirled his right hand through the air and made Powerful contact with his crimson blade. The movement was so quick it seemed as though the blade was on fire. The hissing explosion that resulted sent shivers down the spine of Malice. He towered over the young apprentice, his muscles rippling as he flexed down over him.
Not forgetting about Krathy behind him, Malice whipped his left arm out and towards the small female. He sent a pulse capable of crushing a steel door directly towards her. In unison he released the saber lock he was in with the apprentice and rotated his wrist, sending the hilt of the saber directly into his jaw. Malice then pushed himself into the air off of his right leg, causing his body to spin in the direction of Krathy, never taking his attention off of the bold apprentice.
High Prophet Crozeus
Everything flashed white for a second as Crozeus' head snapped back from the force of the blow. However, he turned the pain into anger at Bane for tricking him so easily, and at Krathy, for not taking heed to his warning. Crozeus used the strength from his pain into leaping after Bane, blade extended in a offensive parry, the point coming lightning fast to threaten Bane's midriff. Krathy was too useful in this duel, Crozeus had realised, as Bane's attack proved what he was capable of.
"If you are reading my thoughts, you'll know what I'll do next," Crozeus forced the image into his mind, before protecting his mind from the Sith's protusions with a wall of emotion, a trick the Jedi had taught him, but effective nonetheless.
Darth Malice
Malice reached towards Krathy, grabbing her by the throat and effortlessly lifted her into the air. He then turned back towards the apprentice behind him. An apprentice that seemed to want to provoke the enormous Sith. Something he was more than happy to ablige.
"You believe you're ready to become a Sith? If so, let your Anger feed your Power. Allow your body to be consumed by the Dark Side. Only then will you stand a chance against a True Sith."
With Krathy fighting for air in his one hand, Malice focused on his saber wielding hand. Streaks of darkness began to swirl around the red, glowing blade. The crimson hue intensified and finally, when he couldn't contain it any longer, Malice released the built up energy. Rays of shadow reached to all corners of the dojo and the ground shook. Tossing Krathy to the side, Malice charge towards the unsteady apprentice. He dropped his mace and took his lightsaber in both hands. When he was only a few steps in front of his opponent Bane launched himself into the air, performing an extended flip and landing on the opposite side.
"Take you chance now apprentice. Strike me, but strike with all your might. Let the Force guide your blade." Malice's voice was booming, once again seemingly shaking the very ground they stood on. He leaned into the much smaller being standing in front of him. His saber was held at his side, his mind not even registering self-defense.
High Prophet Crozeus
Crozeus took Bane's words to heart and closed his eyes, letting only the force guide his blade as it snapped round, incredibly fast, towards Bane's head. In mid flow, Crozeus suddenly took a step forwards, changing forms to Juyo, and launched a vicious kick with the Force behind it at Bane's shin, simultaneously arcing his blade towards Bane's wrist. He could feel the power radiating of the both of them as they faced each other. Crozeus, with his eyes shut, focused only on his rage, and the ground seemed to stop shaking, and everything went slower. Crozeus opened his eyes and stared up and Bane's massive form, furious at how he wasn't reacting to step, but only letting his rage give more power to his attack.
Darth Malice
As the apprentice unleashed his fury, Malice shoved his shoulder into the blade of his opponent. Because the saber was only set to stun, the result wasn't entirely what Malice had wished for, but it was pain nonetheless. As the blade seared the top layer of his skin, the Battle Master flexed with enjoyment.
He didn't forget about his opponent's incoming kick either. He quickly lifted his leg and allowed the apprentice's leg to pass underneath his own, bringing his own foot down onto the extended knee. The hyper-extention that followed was released before any real damage was done. He wanted only to push his opponent, not cripple him.
"Good......good. That is how you will earn Glory among the Sith." Malice, now standing straight in front of his opponent, allowed his saber to dim and then collapse inside itself. He returned it to the belt wrapped around his waist and turned his attention back to the Sith newcomer.
"That will be enough for now apprentice, as I must return to my own pupil. You show potential in the ways of the Sith, you simply need to give yourself over to the teachings of your Master and you will succeed." With that, Malice turned, heading for the exit of the dojo. He passed by Krathy's still lifeless body before disappearing through the door.
High Prophet Crozeus
Crozeus panted, before retracting the blade on his own saber. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded respectfully to Bane as he walked away. Passing Krathy's body, he kicked it to rid himself of the anger built up inside him, before he left the dojo.
