Corrupting A Soul (Invite)

[Emma Lou]

She let herself fall into the Force and it consumed her. The pain was indeed gone, she smiled. She touched her chest, which was still bleeding, and then looked up at the man. She ran at him. She did not have a weapon, but she was hoping to catch him off guard.

 

[Will]

Zamiel simply stopped her with the force. She stood there, trying to push against an invisible barrier. ''You wish'' He simply said, and knocked her into the opposite wall, metal instruments clashing everywhere. The S-Rank Katyen drew their blades, on guard and ready.

 

[Emma Lou]

She doubled over again and slowly stood. She did not have a weapon, but she did not care. She ran toward him again, not caring what would happen to her.

 

[Will]

Zamiel stopped her again. ''Such a shame. You hold such promise.'' The two Katyen moved to her, and stabbed her arms, slicing the bicep and tricep. The moved back, blades held ready as they muttered the code.

 

[Emma Lou]

Adriana cried out in pain as the Katyen sliced her arm. She stood no chance against them, but nothing mattered. Santoro did not love her and was not coming to save her.

"I am not afraid of you!"

 

[Will]

''Do you think i care about your fear? I'm helping you, and yet you, like a spoiled, ungrateful child have spurned it, and gotten yourself injured.'' Zamiel replied. His expression did not change.

 

[Emma Lou]

"I am not a child!"

She lunged at him again. She knew she would never make it unharmed.

 

[Santoro]

A powerful, yet gentle wave threw Adriana back, cushioning her fall to the ground. A strange yet familiar sense of power filled the room, and a voice broke the confused silence.

"You're not the only one capable of concealment, Sith."

A man stepped through the doorway, none other than the Jedi Master Daniel Santoro. He was dressed in all black, a fitting longsleeve shirt and pants, with boots and belt in black leather. He smiled, looking coldly at the assassin, the obvious leader. His lightsaber was fastened safely against his belt, and he bore no other tools or weapons.

"Now, I suggest we just do this the easy way, and you hand the girl over to me."

 

[Will]

Zamiel turned. For a split second, amusment entered his eyes. The girl was held back by the two Katyen. ''So, you finally found us, ex-Jedi Santoro? Well, i'm glad you are here to finally retrieve your 'love'. Here you go.'' Zamiel threw her at force into Santoro, knocking him down. As he did son, he drew his ritual blade, and stepped across the room quickly, cold 'nothingness' in his eyes. The Katyen joined him, their S-rank making them as strong as the most powerful knights of Jedi or Sith orders. The door closed behind the Jedi and his lover. ''There is the problem of escape...'' Zamiel mused.

 

[Santoro]

Using his momentum from the fall for his advantage, Santoro rolled back, feeling the door close behind him. He smiled, and shook his head.

"You'll come to find it's hard to keep me in one place." Santoro drew his lightsaber and leaped, flipping over the three approaching Sith and landing behind them, between Adriana and the assassins. He put his back to Adriana.

"You don't by chance have a weapon, do you?" he whispered. He took a step and got into his defensive lightsaber stance, a true neutral. He held his lightsaber firmly in two hands, and finally ignited it, bathing the area in a deep green light.

"Aw, can't handle me on your own, Sith? It figures, you're only good at attacking unsuspecting prey- nothing special when it comes to a straight fight."

 

[Will]

Zamiel let a lugh escape his lips. '' Au contraire. The Katyen accompanying me are simply here to make sure you don't try to escape too quickly. I don't want you ruining my fun.'' Although Zamile had laughed, his expression still showed nothing. He drew his lightsabre too, the short blade creating a red glow in the small room. Boht blades were held at his sides as he stalked forward.

 

[Santoro]

Santoro nodded, and stepped forward, matching his opponent's pace... So it was a fight.

"I've met a lot of Sith before, and I must say I'm disappointed. You just don't have that 'scary' aura." He grinned, and took a deep breath, drawing on the Force heavily.

Santoro spun his blade to his right side, and then brought it down in a swift stroke, intending to cleave his opponent in half, while keeping himself covered.

 

[Will]

Zamiel knocked the lightsabre away with his ritual blade, exploding force out of it. As he did so, he stabbed forward with the ruby red blade of his shortsabre. He was simply toying with the man. The ex-Jedi thought insults would affect him! how foolish. Just what he would expect from one of his kind.

 

[Santoro]

Using the force of the parry, Santoro brought his emerald blade around in a wide circle, coming around and slapping the shortsaber out of the way. His opponent's body was now open, and he lunged forward in a tackle, sending both men to the ground, weapons skittering across the floor. He rolled off of the Sith, and called his lightsaber to his hand again, the humming blade returning as Santoro regained his balance.

"I've got some friends I'm sure you'd like. They'd probably make better henchmen than her anyway, a little dumber- just up your alley."

 

[Emma Lou]

Adriana, who was still being held by the Katyen, looked up when he called her dumb. How dare he, she thought and pulled out of the Katyen's grip. She ran at Santoro and kicked him hard in the back of the knees.

 

[Santoro]

Santoro fell, as expected. He had seen the attack coming from a distance away, but expected Adriana to stop. He fell to his hands and knees, and barely avoided severing a hand with his lightsaber. He looked up to Adriana, shock filling his eyes. They hardened.

I will not fight you. The thought came strongly through to her, forcing through her anger to make Santoro's intentions clear. He kept on his knees and sat up, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, preparing.

 

[Emma Lou]

Adriana could hear him in her mind, but she pushed it away and lunged at him again. She did not have a weapon, but sooner or later she would acquire one.

 

[Santoro]

Santoro did not respond. He merely took the hit with surprising grace, catching himself with one hand. He disengaged his lightsaber, but still held it firmly in his right fist. He took a deep breath, and straightened himself, his eyes still closed.

 

[Will]

Zamiel called his weapons to him. THe durasteel pellets hung in the air, and Zamiel shot them again, slicing down to Santoro, and aiming a kick for his shin, to bring him down. He adressed Adrianna. ''See the power you have unlocked? Show this fool, whom is too scared to proclaim his love, what you can do.''

 

[Santoro]

With surprising speed for his age, Santoro rolled from the attacks, and to the left. He stood and switched on his lightsaber, filling the air with a distinctive, terrifying snap-hiss. He brought his Jedi weapon up and around in a giant arc with lightning speed, meaning to sever his opponent's hands, but instead connecting with the blade.. He remained silent, his eyes closed... The air around him burning with power that he had built up over the years. It was anger, and it was hatred, and it was controlled. He opened his eyes, looking straight into Zamiel's. He spoke, his voice deeper and more threatening, with a powerful surge of suggestion into the last three words, aiming to instill fear and uncertainty.

"One... last... chance. Let her go."