Rogal Natharn vs. Jace Arcage

[Jace Arcage]

*The plains of Dantooine went on for miles. Rivers cut through the grass, their currents traveling away from the nearby mountainous hills and into a lake. There were few trees in sight, barely dotting the endless fields. For now, the skies were clear. Clouds were minimal, all of them as fluffy as usual. The sun beat down on the plains fiercely, and would make endurance a key factor of this duel. There was no city in sight, making it just the beautiful outdoors and the contenders who would fight here.

Jace smiled as the sun warmed him. He was completely at peace, the nature on this planet simply adding to his harmony. Currently, he was in a light meditation, clearing his mind, but enjoying the planet at the same time. He had loved being nomadic. He had no duties or worries. He needed not to align himself to anything. He was just alone (which he enjoyed) and at peace. He had kept himself healthy so far. He did not smoke, did not drink. He had made a commitment to not take anything into his body that might harm it. He was essentially one with the Force. He did not command it, and it did not command him. The Force simply helped him, as he helped the Force. They complimented eachother's abilities. There was no lightside or darkside. There was just the Force, and him.

As he waited for his opponent to show up, he just kept his breathing regular, and thought. He didn't think about anything in particular, and he didn't need to. This was the beauty of being rogue. He emersed himself in the power of the Force, reaching out with his feelings. He felt a presence on the planet. It was nearby, and moving toward him. He felt evil in this being. He was humored to find people who alleged themselves to evil or good. Neutrality was the best option, and the best path to get closest to the Force. He opened his eyes, and slowly stood in respect of his opponent and put his hands behind his back. He had the same equipment with him as always. His Asutoron katana, his lightsaber, an Asutoron pistol, and a few other knick-knacks tucked in his clothes. Nothing out of the ordinary. He didn't need anything special for this tournament. He did not need to prove himself. He was just here because he wanted to be. No reason why. And the beauty of it was that he didn't need a reason...*

 

[Kit]

Strolling across the beautiful world of Dantooine, he could feel the raw power that existed here, both Dark, Light and everything in between. He had been coming to a realization for a long time now, and decided now was the best time to seize upon his newfound truth as ever.

His white coat trailed behind him, catching what little breeze there was, as he walked across the plains, towards the person he was meant to duel today. He could sense him, grey and not too far now. He had achieved what Rogal sought truly. Balance.

But all that was secondary to the duel that was to take place. It was the first step on the path to glory for both fo them, but only one of them would take the second, the other would be stopped in his tracks.

When he got close enough to see his opponent, a man, probably a fair amount older than him, he stopped. Calling out with a chuckle in his voice he said, So, you're the one i'm meant to duel? Best of luck, friend.

He bowed lightly, before taking off his coat, to avoid his movements being hindered, and assuming an unarmed combat stance, fists and feet ready to strike.

 

[Jace Arcage]

*Jace happily bowed after his opponent, though still looking at him in the process. This was an important part of sparring, for if the opponent is not an honest fighter, he could take the moment you spend looking at the ground as an opportunity to strike. It was unfair, but the very basics of combat. This man did not seem like one to pull such a cheap move. But something that both contestants would have to remember is that there is a difference between cheap shots and battle strategy.*

"And to you", Jace said with a smile.

*He observed his opponent's stance for split second, before forming into his own. Jace did not see this man draw his own weapon. He must be planning to begin the duel with unarmed combat. Jace honestly preferred armed combat over unarmed. It would often show a lot about how the person thought, moved, and simply fought. Reaching behind his neck, he drew his katana slowly. The light danced across the inscription on the blade: a lion. Everytime Jace saw this, he reminded himself that the spirit of the Shadourians was with him, always. Their unity is what made them strong. All of their spirits were intertwined. Everytime he fought, he could feel the presence of Damien, Trillian, Kage, and Reanin. They were here with him, which is why he was never truly alone. He was the survivor. The Last Shadourian...

He leapt forward in an instant, the Force guiding his every move, virtually hovering a few inches off the ground. His blade held to his right, he slashed diagonally from Rogal's neck to his opposite hip. Rogal would be lucky if he had time to draw his blade. Shadourians were first trained not to use their eyes. They were brought up blind folded, using the Force for eyes. And so their connection grew. This is what Jace thought determined the outcome of a Force-only battle. Not who was better at manipulating it, but who had a stronger connection to it; who was the Force more fond of. And he so longed that others, especially this man, could find the peace he has found. Balance brought absolute euphoria to anyone who found it.*

 

[Kit]

Rogal had intended to work his way up into the duel, but his opponent seemed more interested in ending it quickly. Disappointing as that was, so be it.

The instant he saw the other guy reach for his remarkably beautiful blade, he was going for his own, except in his case, the blade came to him and that was the only thing that stopped him losing a large chunk of his chest.

As soon as his blade reached his hand, the space between the two was brought down to nothing. As his fingers closed around the smooth metal, the katana was already on course to rip him apart.

And that was when the midnight black blade flashed into life, barely between the katana and his own body. Sparks flew wildly and he was jarred by the impact but not pushed back, his feet anchored to the ground like roots to an unmoving and unyielding tree.

Firmly holding his blade in place, his off hand, whilst un-used, was not inactive. Rather it was serving as a focus, a point in which the force was collecting and gathering, ready to be unleashed like a feral beast.

With a small chuckle from Rogal, it was let loose. A hammer blow of the force; simple, raw power directed at his opponent. Neither light nor dark tainted it's purity. It was balance incarnate, no motive or reason, nothing but raw energy.

 

[Jace Arcage]

*Jace held his blade in place as his opponent pushed with his own. He had mastered the katana, and had learned how to make up for strength with technique. For the moment, he was winning the struggle of the two blades. However, he saw Rogal not using his other hand, obviously charging some sort of attack with it. Jace, however did not feel the need to transfer any power from his blade to counter the attack that was soon to come.

Just as Rogal let out a mighty push with the Force, Jace spun, his back facing the opponent, to be able to maneuver through the push. He went flying probably a hundred yards, flipping forwards as the push made him fly. He stuck his landing, pushing into the soil of this planet, the dirt he loosened flying past him as he anchored himself.

Jace spun to face his opponent with a smile, impressed by the attack that pushed him so far back. Jace put his hand in front of him, toward his opponent, palm forward. His sword remained in his dominant hand, now behind him. As the Force jetted through his body, he let go of any emotions that held him to this worldy planet. He had no current thoughts, no feelings, and just allowed the Force to take over his body completely. That and the spirit of the Shadourians. They were a proud people, and loved their planet and eachother so. It engulfed every inch of his body, and his eyes slowly disappeared. The deep blue gems that pierced through the eyes of his opponents faded to white, as the Force from within glowed out of his eyes. Though he had no current thoughts, he subconsciously felt the presence of Damien Nightblade as his eyes glowed with the brightness of a lightsaber, just as Damien's did. He slid into the form and mentality of Rizen, regaining his conscious thought.

The hand in front of him closed, as the atoms in front of Rogal split, unleashing an unholy explosion created from the very essence of the Force. If they were in a city, this explosion would have easily blown a city block to rubble. The explosion engulfed both of the contenders, fire flowing across the body. And immediatly after he had created this raw power manifested deep within his soul, he leapt forward, gliding through the air towards Rogal and through the entire explosion. The form of Rizen was unfaulting, and even though this explosion contained more than enough energy to rip a person apart, the Force kept his motion. Jace found Rogal through the explosion, and unleashed a fury of blows with his katana against Rogal's blade. Rizen was know as the "Dance of Death", due to the unstoppable movements. Each blow connected with his opponents blade, simply swinging circularly into another blow. The blade never stopped moving, and this was the very essence of Rizen. As he continued to slash away, his speed and intensity grew, the blows becoming near impossible to counter. This form always overwhelmed the enemy, due to the constant of attacks. They never stopped. They never slowed. There was no time to think for the enemy, and hardly enough time to counter. He began feeling his opponent faltering, just as every enemy did attempting to counter the swift, circular motions of Rizen.*

((OOC: There's your explosion, Dex.))

 

[Kit]

His opponent had just achieved nuclear fission, not meters in front of him, and he was lucky to have already had enough defenses to not get atomised instantly.

Though through the explosion came his opponent, using something a lot like Ataru, never stopping moving, constantly attacking. Luckily, the force was with him, and guided his blade to every single attack, blade moving too fast to see, the only visible sign of either's existence was the sparks that flew at each lightning fast collision.

Eventually, he grew tired of what most would consider ubelievable examples of swordmanship from both duellists, and broke away, pushing himself up into the sky, away from his opponent, flipping gracefully and landing, hard.

Concentrating hard, he condensed a portion of the force into a solid ball, that was neither hot nor cold, but both and neither. It was not a solid nor a liquid, nor any other state of matter. It was simply the most 'real' thing the force could be moulded into.

Controlling the ball, he forced it into a huge square, infintessimaly thing and wide. The, it widened further, turning into a huge net. Rogal grinned, and the net flew forwards, covering the distance between them both instantly.

He simply watched, he had no idea what he had actually just done and was therefore justifiably interested to see what his creation was actually capable of...

 

[Jace Arcage]

*Jace was completely immobile after Rogal had somehow escaped his blade. His eyes still glowed with the same intensity, Rizen taken hold of his emotions, using them only to empower the body that controlled it. The glow of his eyes began to grow as the net closed in on him, the Force within him demonstrating his closeness to it. The net was absolutely pure and balanced. It did not show signs of light, or dark. He had never seen anything like it, and was very impressed at this man's mastery of the Force. He had sensed a desire for balance when first meeting this man. And though he was a member of the Sith, he hardly felt an alignment to the evil uses of the Force. If he truly wanted balance, he would find it, and probably soon.

As the net came closer, Jace was building the Force inside of himself. It's intensity grew, which is essentially what caused his eyes to glow brighter, and pushed itself through every vein in his body. Every vein, muscle, every thought was engulfed by the Force within him, and took hold of him even more. Just before the net would reach Jace, he darted to the side, practically invisible, and got out of it's reach. His blade was a part of his soul, just as every Shadourians' was. The lovely thing about Asutoron, was that it was only as strong or fast as it's user. It was an extension of the Shadourians' soul, a part of it. Reaching to his side, still darting to the side, essentially going around Rogal, he drew his pistol from it's holster. With a pull of the trigger, an Asutoron bullet flew from the barrel, only traveling as fast and as powerfully as Jace could. As it left the barrel, he charged it with electricity manifested from the Force, twinkling as it headed for the left side of Rogal's chest.

At this point, Jace let himself go to the Force. There was no Jace any longer. There was just a manifestation of the Force, which happened to be inside the body of a former human. His soul had been taken over by the Force, essentially become one with it. The body that one would recognize Jace by glowed, becoming only the blur of a glowing silhouette. As the Force took over completely, time seemed to stop. Everything was still...all except the embodiment of the Force, circling around Rogal. As it got to the opposite side of Rogal, time slowly resumed, just as the former Jace launched towards the side of Rogal opposite the bullet. And continuing his motion, he jabbed forward with what was a katana towards Rogal's right set of ribs.*

 

[Kit]

His opponent seemed to dissappear, and in the split second it took to register this, there was gunfire.

Regardless of the direction, gunfire was something he had trained himself to act to as a reflex, which in this case, consisted of a lightning fast backwards flip, which unbeknownst to him, put the bullet, which had grazed his chest quite painfully, on a direct course to hit it's firer.

However, he didn't know this, so he rushed forwards, before slicing upwards at his foe, who had yet to adjust his course. The black blade sliced quickly upwards at the Shadourian. And unknowingly, Rogal had just placed his duelling partner into a large amount of danger...

 

[Jace Arcage]

*Somehow, his opponent was out of his grasp, and he knew the asutoron bullet was heading straight for him. Because asutoron was as fast and strong as the user, there was no hope in dodging it. As the glowing blob that was Jace watched his opponent flip backwards, he stood up fully. The Force surrounded and engulfed his body, and just then, the bullet went flying through the right side of his chest. The sparkling particles that were the Force followed the bullet through the exit wound, leaving a trail of it in the air. But Jace had braced himself for this bullet, and just as soon as it hit his flesh, the Force consumed the wound and amazingly healed it completely, leaving a scar where the bullet had pierced. The electricity that was charged around the bullet was shot through his innards, but he was able to manipulate this powerful flow of lightning, and sent it straight to his muscles. The electricity jumpstarted his muscles after taking a direct hit with a bullet, and his katana instantly slammed down on the plasma-like blade of his opponent. He was quite lucky that he had charged the bullet with electricity. Otherwise, he may not have been fast enough to counter Rogal's attack.

As the impossibly sharp blade of his katana caused sparks against the black lightsaber's blade, Jace pushed their blades up between them, sliding the blades all the way to the hilt. They were interlocked, and there was no way of unlocking them unless one were to jump backward. He gazed into his opponents eyes as the Force that made his entire body a glowing silhouette died down and his normal body could once again be seen. He exchanged a smile with his opponent for a moment, simply out of respect for him. It took much to match the power and speed of a Shadourian, and so far, he had done well to keep him at bay. Jace had fought many Jedi and Sith alike, not to mention several other non-Force users. He had fought some of the most renown warriors. Jedi Masters, Sith Lords, Mandalorian Generals...but this Rogal Natharn...he was probably the best fighter he had come across in a very long time.

As a flash, Jace's deep blue gems twinkled, just before he launched himself backwards, stripping himself of his cloak in midair. After his feet touched ground, he pinched a lock of his hair between his index and middle finger, using the Force to align its atoms perfectly. With this, the lock became as hard as steel, and incredibly sharp and pointy. He pulled back his hand before launching the spinning lock of his hair toward Rogal like a shuriken. From the precalculated way Jace had thrown it, it would cut Rogal's left side of his neck if it connected. This wouldn't do much damage, and was merely a Shadourian special, used to show the abilities of the Force one can master upon achieving perfect balance.

With this, Jace threw his katana up infront of him and caught it back in his hand, now inverting his grip, the blade extending away from his body. He slid into a modified form of Shien and closed his eyes. The wind blew across the field on which the stood, whistling in his ear and blowing through his hair. With this, Jace exhaled heavily and summoned the Force towards him. The shadows were minimal, so this technique would be difficult. As the Force willingly came to him, the minimal shadows on the field twisted around his body, before he had completely disappeared to the human eye. Though the Force which lie in the shadows was what essentially turned him invisible, he was still in broad daylight. It was times like these that Jace absolutely loved Shadourian technique. To add to his opponents confusion, Jace manipulated the Force within him and masked his signature, shrinking it, before it disappeared along with his body. To any one, Force user or not, Jace had disappeared off the face of this planet. There was no sign of him anywhere. He even supressed his thoughts incase his opponent would try to read his mind.

Jace slowly strode around the side of his opponent, walking around a sort of orbit. He then approached Rogal's left, standing directly beside him, completely unknown to his opponent. Though he wanted to move on to the next round of this tournament, he was not desperate at all, and was just here for a good fight. Though he could technically severely injure his opponent right now, he chose not to. He had more respect for him than that. With this, he used the side of his katana to tap the opposite shoulder of Rogal, teasing him with is disappearance. Just then, Jace wondered if his steel-like lock of hair had connected with his opponents neck.*

 

[Jace Arcage]

I believe I am the victor of this match. There has been no response within 48 hours.

 

[Dexington]

A shame.

 

[Jace Arcage]

Yeah, I wanted to see some giant Sith Lightning. :)