Shredding Splinters: Hunters in the Woods

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

After days of intentionally keeping a distance, and weeks of tracking, Kwyntehst's presence had finally stopped. The blue creature had no doubt felt his pursuer for some time now. It didn't matter. There was no need for secrecy anymore.

Here in the wild, the cold chill of vapor escaping off of the thick trees of Adari's dense forests, a tomb would be made. The snow capped volcanoes stretched across the clear sky from afar. A full day's distance however, as only trees surrounded them. A man, unnamed to his own knowledge, stood amidst the burly trunks. Starring off into the distance at his target, too far to see. He could only feel him. A suitable arena, both stifling and empowering. This human felt a hatred, building his state of mind for the challenge ahead.

A solid mass out in the open, or as openly as one could be amongst such tightly grown woods, this man was ready. His simple dark robes hung still in the dead air. Even the elements knew what was to come. His large hood shrouded his features, depicting a much darker image than was the case. Warm color grew through his cheeks, the look of an attractive male as he was. In another life, he may have been a welcomed and praised name; though he never considered such alternate realities. There was only one goal, his Master's. And it was there, before him, awaiting its destiny. It was clear, that no matter where Kwyntehst traveled, that this man would follow. His intent, to kill. No crazed enjoyment, no maniacal justifications; this man sought power as the only thing he knew, and the drive given to him was strong. Nothing could sway him. "Life in death". He would face this opponent, and one of them would die.

 

[Mars]

Kwyntehst was one of the most promising Shade Knights in the Order. He had been trained by the current Grandmaster, almost besting him during his second time ever using a lightsaber, and was shown to be a natural with the Force as well. Aside from all this, he happened to be a seven foot wolf that formerly lead his tribe on Nevlaan. Black ink tattoos marked his muscular frame as well. He was clothed in plain black BDU pants and a similarly colored tshirt with dim grey leather jacket on top. No weapons were easily visible on his frame but a saphire-bladed lightsaber sat across his back, the massive hilt almost twice the size of the standard one.

Another Force presence came from the area however. This one had been stalking him for some time and Kwyn was finally able to isolate the cowardly beacon of hatred. He called the Force to himself, preparing for conflict, as he called his lightsaber to his hand.

"You've stalked me for some time now. Show yourself and make something of it. I feel the hatred within you, too weak to control it perhaps? I pity those such as yourself. Come, attack me so I may purge your filth from this planet."

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

Speaking not a word, this Master of the Darkside simply walked forward. His head lowered and fists clenched tight, as he heard the words of the monstrosity before him. Two lightsaber hilts danced at his hips, swaying from the movement of his thighs; barely visible from underneath his flowing robes as Kwyntehst came into view. So to would the large wolf be able to see this human now, as he stopped over twenty feet away.

With a shrug of his shoulders, the human gripped his robes at the neckline and lifted off his hood; his torso unmoved, as he stripped off the layer to fall behind him. His eyes would seem closed until the lifting of undeniable charged contact. It would be notably strange to see one so clearly tainted with such deep blue eyes, though likely dismissed in the current situation. Upon revealing himself, two more lightsabers could be seen strapped diagonally to the small of his back along his belt. He had seen much death in combat, and gained many trophies. He noted the size of his opponent's lightsaber, thinking he'd probably never use this trophy; it didn't suit him.

He quirked a one sided smile, gripping the hilt at his right hip and snapped it off it's chain. Standing shoulder width, he ignited the standard red beam straight out; holding the blade parallel to the ground as if he wouldn't use it. But his intention was clear. and business was to begin.

Blasting out with Master's speed through the force, he zigzagged with a flourishing of his blade in randomness. His actual attack would come as a sporadic slash, as he dashed from the right to swipe wide from left to right through Kwyntehst's waist. He'd cross left past his opponent, slashing right, leaving little open for retaliation.

 

[Mars]

The ignition of Kwyn's lightsaber broke the silence of the meadow as the plasma blade engaged and showered the wolf in a saphire light. Allowing the Force to Speed up his own motions as well with the ample amount of energy that flowed through his veins, Kwyntehsts lightsaber came down to parry the powerful slashs, sparks flying as the two blades connected.

This in turn directed the blades away from his own body and used his attacker's momentum against him. As the assailant came across for the second attack, Kwyntehst shifted his positioning so that his foot would trip the speeding madman, whom would be sent crashing to the floor unless he was capable of fully stopping himself in under a second, which was rather unlikely considering the breakneck speeds he was traveling at. In all likelyhood, the trip would send the Human tumbling to the floor with a pissed off wolf very near and about to end him.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

Moving at such speeds was no child's play, as it involved slowing down one's surroundings as it appeared as much as speeding up one's actions; sensing threats becoming of his movements. Though his block was parried, and parried once again, the wolf's body language twisted with legs intent unlike that of the first clashing block. In this, the human stabbed his foot into the ground just before his opponent's as it shot out to trip him; thus still tripping in foot's contact, yet shooting him into a wheeling flip over the leg. Continuing with his saber's motion, he was still able to swing a rounding slash while inverted in the air as his legs kicked over to land one foot at a time.

 

[Mars]

The trick worked perfectly, and the duel was all but done.

A wild slash flicked out towards Kwyntehst's head as the assailant attempted to leap as his foot thudded against Kwyn's massive, boot-covered lower-paw. Begining from when the duel began, Kwyntehst had begun to allow the same darkness that flowed through him during training to build in preparation to unleash it upon the figure before him.

No sooner did the human become airborne did Kwyn parry the slash with his one hand and unleash the darkness combined with Force energy into a violent burst of Force Lightning. Given that the man's blade had been moved completely out of the way and that he was still airborne when the saphire lighting would strike him, he was all but defenseless to defend against it.

The lightning overwhelmed the poor man's senses, the electricity flooding his body in addition to the burns he'd suffer from the heat given off as well, a typical man would be dead before he hit the floor. Had this man not been one of his faction's finest, he would have not had the time to unleash his remaining rage and Force energy into a minor blast field that incinerated the grass below him and sizzled the air around his corpse just before he entered death's cold embrace.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

((OOC: What a tragedy... to die never having known your name. Way to own me dude, lol! I'll be back.. well, with a different character. But still! I'll be back! :bitchez ))