Lysander Mirala vs. Sakiharu Dir Kurota

[Michael Vereaux]

'A ship in space...no light to speak of...and against a man that's pretty much a machine...not to mention that I've meet him already.......lovely,' Sakiharu commented to himself in his thoughts, having to use Force Sight just to see in this dark. It was a good thing of it too because he not only see in front of him, he could see beyond the walls, beyond the metal. For the moment though, he only looked around on the level he was on. It was a very big ship, many levels and hallways, as well as rooms.

For the moment, he must be near the middle of the ship, and for the moment, he was entirely alone on this level. This for Sakiharu was a good thing because it allowed him time to think of what to do. Sakiharu could use Force Sight but he didn't know if Lysander could see in the dark too with some equipment of his. He must likely had something to use. The man also had some connection to the Force...although most likely not enough training to know about Force Sight. If he could though, he could very well be a threat. He didn't like Sith to begin with so that's going to be fueling his angry. 'The last match was good...this match might just turn into hell,' he thought to himself, sighing outwardly before beginning to walk down one of the many hallways of this level.

 

[The Lionheart]

Lysander's cybernetic body did not know fatigue - he had been pressed in-between a set of walls in the corridor waiting for his adversary to pass. The pitch black darkness presented a challenge, but both men could see with their various abilities. His father had taught him to use his mind's eye to see in any condition, a power that the Jedi called 'Force Sight'. He also had his HUD and the advantage of speed, strength, and agility. This Sith knight was the one he had met on Taris, when Jace Kyjar showed him the error of his ways. Regardless of the teachings of the Jedi, Lysander had one objective - to kill Sakiharu Dir Kurota.

The blackness hosted them both, and Lysander dropped down to the floor with a 'thud'. He landed, crouched down, and his head rose upward so he could regard the Sith. His adversary would sense any trap most likely - but in the heat of battle, letting his emotions drive him, the Sith would eventually be at a disadvantage. Furthermore, a Jedi's strength may flow through the Force - but Lysander's body did not fatigue, as proven by the duration of time he had been waiting, using his strength to keep him wedged between the walls above without sliding down.

"Welcome to the Hammerhead, as I like to call it." Lysander greeted in his trademark cybernetic voice, "This Republic vessel boasts a plethora of halls, labs, rooms, and of course my personal favorite: a bridge with fragile windows."

Lysander drew his vibrosword and activated the hi-output vibration cell. As the blade rattled back-and-forth and grew hotter and hotter, the cyber entered a stance similiar to one his father had used in their training. He held his blade out to the side with his right hand, the left resting but ready to improvise. He did not smile, he did not taunt. All he did was stare down his opponent with his striking icy-blue eyes, before his HUD was activated and his visor came back over his face. In addition to the already considered advantages he had, he also wagered that his opponent would not be expecting an enemy who could use a sword with either hand just as well.

"Shall we begin?" He asked. Though this was the opening stance of one of the fighting styles his father had taught him to a limited degree, Lysander knew that the best way to win would be to try the unorthodox - that which his enemy would have no idea was coming. Sith were used to facing fancy Jedi or brute Mandalorians, not experienced, augmented soldiers who were meant by the Sith themselves to be 'Jedi Hunters.' This thought brought another advantage to mind: the Sith was younger, likely less experienced. Another plus for Lysander, who had known nothing but training and then battle for most of his life.

 

[Michael Vereaux]

Sakiharu stopped moving forward when he saw a body up ahead. He could guess it was Lysander and was righ to guess this for the next minute, he jumped out into the hallway. Finding it amusing by what the man said, Sakiharu laughed slightly. "I'm not a fool, nor think I'm not experienced in combat," he said with a smirk, watching the stance Lysander went into. Almost instantly by just seeing it, he could tell what it was and frankly, he was disappointed. It was the form of Makashi, though it was not an advance form. More of the more basic of stances that Sakiharu favored himself. Simple for Makashi and easy to use. But Makashi is best used with a lightsaber and with the movements that must be made with Makashi, that vibrosword is unfit for Makashi, making it very difficult to use. No matter how skilled the man was with Makashi or that vibrosword, it's going to be a weak combination at best against someone who is formally trained in Makashi.

Feeling the need to point this out but being confusing to him, Sakiharu spoke. "It is the norm in battle to not know the enemy's ability. What's important is to have the strength to be able to crush an enemy, whatever their ability." Taking out his lightsaber, he left it unignited before raising his left hand into the air. With raising his hand, many panels on the sides snapped off the wall, floating in mid air from both behind Sakiharu, in front of him and behind Lysander. "But to fight with such a bad combination of form and weapon, you either are underestimating me or overestimating yourself. One word of advice, either fight me with everything you have as I to you..." He ignited his lightsaber swiftly, taking up a Makashi stance, the lightsaber off to the side with his left hand up in the air. The all the panels that had come off the wall sped toward Lysander with good speed and considering the amount of them, it wasn't going to be easy to get away so easily. "Or you're not worth my time!"

 

[The Lionheart]

Lysander tired of the argument in the dark. With a whip of his left arm two of his grapplers lashed out and planted against the two fragments of metal coming at him from behind. With his right, still holding his vibrosword, he thrusted and unleashed a new trick: 'Force Push' as the Jedi called it. Lysander's left grapplers had latched onto the fragments of wall behind him, and with the same emotionless look in his concealed eyes, he bent over and whipped them overhead toward Sakiharu.

As long as Lysander kept his head in the right place, it would be a short contest. His enemy had no idea of his tactics, while Lysander (being a 'Jedi Hunter' by craft) knew every trick the Sith would employ. He had also seen the melee assault of his opponent back on Taris, and it would not be difficult to counter if one could concentrate and not lose focus. The Jedi Padawan had broken the Sith's trance-like movement, but Lysander would do more than that: he would use the style of his enemy against him.

Where the Jedi used the Force to break away, Lysander would not be restricted by oaths or beliefs concerning the murder of another: he would disable his enemy, or decapitate him...

 

[Michael Vereaux]

Sakiharu smirked when he saw the grapplers, taking note as to the fighting pattern of his enemy. He had seen he was some what knowledgeable in Ataru from the conflict on Taris. The grapplers were another thing added to his memory. As he watched him, he took note to a power he used, known as Force Push. 'So he knows that at least? Good. But still, you'll need more than that,' he thought to himself as he watched Lysander. When he wipped the two metal panels to him, they simply went passed him on either side, not anywhere close to hitting him before they hit the ground with a thud.

Instantly upon landing though, they lifted up and soared passed Sakiharu against toward Lysander, bent back to their shape from before and this time, rotating to add force to their strike. There were at least ten different panels, orbiting around Lysander, rotating as they started to go after Lysander three at a time. This was not just some Force Power trick with combinations of Force Push and Pull. No, a normal user of the Force would have tired himself out from these actions. Instead, it was Psychokinesis. No one would normally come to that conclusion however because Psychokinesis is rarely heard of.

Most people in all of space have no idea Psychokinesis even exists. Doctors have heard rumors at least, though beyond that, no real proof it does exist. Proof it does stood right there, Sakiharu of all people. And Psychokinesis was more than just moving objects around. Some of the higher abilities require energy to use because he's never really used them very much. But with the movement of objects, he can do this all day...quite literately. It takes very, very, very little effort on his part or none to speak of. How Lysander would fair with this...oh, Sakiharu was interest to know. More notes for him to make on his enemy.

 

[The Lionheart]

((Sorry for the long stretches between my posts, things have been hectic here. XD))

Three at a time the panels came; three at a time they were batted away as Lysander deftly blunted them away with the reverse side of his vibrosword's blade. Finally he moved away and leapt up. The high ceiling allowed him enough room to maneuver over Sakiharu at a range beyond his weapons. When Lysander landed, his vibrosword came down into a stabbing position, and he rushed forward to his opponent. He wouldn't be allowed any more lessons in Lysander's movements, not tonight.

The trick for Sakiharu would be staying in the fight, keeping himself energized. Though the Force flowed through him, he did not know how to use it to completely sustain him, or so Lysander wagered. Thus, stamina would be an object. Another issue was Sakiharu's strength - he wouldn't be able to go toe-to-toe with Lysander, so the cyber would need to pen him in and use his strength and speed. Lysander was fast and strong, his enemy was fast all the same.

Since his enemy knew how to work a lightsaber and the Force, Lysander would also need to mix up his tactics, and so as he approached, the stab turned into a quick uppercut slash. In the same move, Lysander's left hand bent down and the forearm blade appeared out of its slot above his backhand. He thrust the blade forward, and if Sakiharu blocked the upward slash of the vibrosword, he would need to accept a punctured abdomen...

 

[Michael Vereaux]

Sakiharu laughed slightly when Lysander jumped toward the ceiling, evading the panels. He was out of the instant danger but the panels adjusted to it as he moved them upward to get Lysander. They stopped though before Lysander was about to drop down. 'Wait a minute. Is he wanting me to try to attack him on the ceiling?' thought Sakiharu to himself as he then saw Lysander drop down from it, charging toward Sakiharu.

A smirk spread across his face, amused with what Lysander was doing. The vibrosword's attack and then followed by the attack by the blade in Lysander's left arm. Two panels suddenly came between, one stopping the vibrosword in its tracks and the other stopping the other blade. That's the thing about these panels and every other metal in the ship. They had to stand up to even the sharpest of blades or weren't worth anything. Of course, things like them didn't come cheap as the Republic should know.

While the panels blocked the attacks, Sakiharu had jumped backwards and landed four to five meters away, his lightsaber still ignited. "Quite an attack combination," commented on Sakiharu. Every single panel was still in the air as the remaining eight behind Lysander made an attack toward him, attacking him from behind. "But I am not so weak to fall against such an attack." Sakiharu wore a smirk on his face as he talked, still in his Makashi stance and ready for an other attack by the cyber man.

 

[The Lionheart]

Lysander still displayed no emotion, and did not respond to Sakiharu's words. Instead, he simply batted the panels away and activated his muscle amplifiers. The suit expanded in several key areas where the simulated fibers would bulk to increase his strength. Lysander felt the extra power already, with all systems green and his vibrosword in his hand rattling, waiting for his next strike. Lysander crouched and then bolted forward with his inhuman speed. Within seconds he was right in front of Sakiharu again, and his blade arced upward in an uppercut slash toward his opponent's head.

At the same time the left foreblade again came forward, but instead of lunging with it to strike, Lysander brought it up in anticipation, ready to deafen the defensive Makashi strokes of the lightsaber in Kurota's hand. Lysander had been taught the ways of the Jedi, and the Sith scientists had implanted information into his mind regarding Sith and Jedi tactics and styles. Their lightsabers were a strength and a weakness, requiring the utmost concentration to utilize effectively. Thus, it was either a lightsaber or the Force - trying too hard to concentrate on both was a task only a 'Master' or 'Lord' would be capable of, as far as he had been taught.

 

[Michael Vereaux]

(Sorry for being late. I've been busy with school starting up again for me)

Sakiharu started to grin as the upper cut strike came, a single laugh escaping his throat. Instantly, Sakiharu changed his stance and blade hit beam in mid air, Sakiharu using a Djem So strike with only his right arm. It was quiet an experience for his right arm to match the force Lysander. Strength, Lysander beats him in but speed was entirely different. The force behind the attack itself was enough to slow down the speed of the blade with the added speed Sakiharu added so much to almost stopping it but it was safe to say that the arm itself would be....well....unusable for the next good while for pressing his muscles against their limit. He's at least glad that he can use his left hand too with his lightsaber. Lysander's blade passed right by Sakiharu's head, his left hand up, palm outward and extended toward Lysander, a single red ball in the center of his palm.

The Force Destruction move that Lysander would be all too much known about. But it was too late now. At this distance, being only mere inches away from him, the attack would hit full force into his chest. 'Good speed but unless you're faster than Rogal, you won't avoid this.' The red ball shot forward, closing the distance of those mere inches very quickly. 'If he somehow avoids this, I'm not sure if I can evade another attack this close.' Sakiharu hopped it hit.

 

[Dexington]

Saki wins