The Red Rock Incident

[Jabonicus]

Geonosis, 1800 Hours
​

The planet itself held no interest with Asheek. It was red, it was barren, and it lacked any form of life she considered worthy of being hunted. Still, she had been contacted by a fellow Padawan to investigate something that had been targeting Jedi communication. A request, if not a call for help, sent from the ruins of one of the droid factories used during the infamous Clone Wars.

The factory itself was designed a bit late into the war, and was built primarily inside of a cliff face, within a canyon. But, considering the years of decay after its destruction, what remained was a mere shadow of what it once was, crumbled and broken at the bottom of a red rock canyon. Red sand coated the inside, rust from ancient metal overtaking what once was. Natives of this planet were a threat not even worth considering, most of their population wiped out quite a long time ago, with the remains still not quite as capable as they once were.

But as she stood with her fellow Padawan, her bare feet pressing into the red sand, she looked into the canyon that was laid out before them, the dark, rusted remains of a droid factory in the distance. She could see why other Jedi were hesitant to investigate such a signal, it could very well be a trap. Why Geonosis, why such a remote location? But still, if there was even the smallest glimmer of hope that they were being contacted by an ally who truly did have something important... It's not something she would give up easily.

Glancing towards Ellenel with a cautious glance, the Togrutan pulled her lightsaber pike from off of her back. "You ready?" She questioned her ally, beginning to walk into the tall walled canyon.

@Arclight
@Jake

 

[Arcangel]

Geonosis.


A rocky wasteland that held little but long distant memories, lost to the sands of time. Much in the same way that the canyon that lay before the two Jedi had been carved over thousands of years by the red gritty sand that crunched underneath their feet. In the distance, at the bottom of the canyon, Ellenel could see the yawning rusted chasm that was the entrance to the ancient droid foundry. Darkness filled the steel opening, artificial light not having touched its depths for generations. Glancing over at her partner, A Togrutan Jedi named Asheek who wore the trappings of a primitive huntress, Ellenel swallowed nervously.


“As ready as I’ll ever be.”


A slight tremor of fear in her voice, the soft sounds bouncing off the canyon walls before disappearing into the dry Geonosian winds. Imitating her ally, Ellenel removed the lightsaber from her belt. Its simple weight a comfort in her hand, the smooth metal and soft leather helping to dispel her fears of the unknown that lie ahead.


Crunch.


Crunch.


Crunch.


The sound of red sand beneath their feet the only sound to break the eternal silence of the barren planet. Glancing at her opposite’s bare feet, Ellenel wondered how the alien could bear the sand between her toes. Even as she pondered, she got her own taste of irritation as the rough dust snuck its way through the bindings of her sturdy footwear. Proving that even modern inventions that have stood the test of time are fallible to the natural elements. Glancing up as a grain of sand wiggled its way in between her first and second toe, Ell couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread as the rocky red canyon walls began to loom above the Jedi to either side.

@Jake

 

[Jake]

Spoiler: OOC

((We want the events in this thread to be non-canon, right? There used to be a Dueling Ring forum but IDK what happened to that. I realize the timeline's ending but even if I were to win this spar, I wouldn't feel comfortable killing your characters with an NPC. I included a picture I thought would be cool for the factory in this post, but I'm imagining it more ruined and broken, with sand creeping in as opposed to vegetation.

@Arclight @Jabonicus ))

Geonosis was a red world, and a dead one. The dust and the desert worked together to assault the senses, blinding eyes and deafening with the roar of the sandstorms that ravaged the planet's surface. Nonetheless, with fifteen moons which hung like a necklace across its orange sky and haloed by rings of shattered debris, Geonosis had its own rough beauty, the kind of place that originally drew smugglers and adventurers to the edge of the stars when the galaxy was a younger place. Once it had boasted an advanced civilization, but now their hives lay scattered and ruined in the wasteland; however, certain secrets slumbered beneath them which were capable of drawing his master's eye... so he had come, out of the Outer Rim's darkness where they had spent so much time in careful contemplation of the galaxy they would one day conquer, entertaining themselves with the holodramas of the Sith and Jedi, to the place where one such secret was buried.

The droid foundries had held much importance during the bygone days of the Clone Wars, Asriel knew. The Separatists had produced there armies here. Now little remained but the rusted skeletons of droids left stillborn when their builders were driven from the factories by the war. But there were plans, ideas left here which could prove useful. These, Asriel had come to find - unfortunately, it had not been without a few unexpected mishaps. Halfway down the trade route called the Crystal Passage which cut like an artery through the heart of the Arkanis sector, a Jedi had felt him in the Force.

Here, they had met. Their blades locked. The room was covered in the scars of their swords' lovemaking, but only one emerged unscathed... the Jedi, a youthful Kel'Dor, lay on a catwalk far above Asriel's head, as peaceful in death as in sleep. That had been two days prior, and Asriel had long since recovered his strength and foraged for the necessities to preserve it. He had been unable to stop the Jedi's signal from going out, and knew that he stood a better chance of protecting himself here than anywhere else on the dead world.

He had spent many long hours of meditation within this womb of warped metal and ruined durasteel, suppressing the shadow he left in the Force, letting his consciousness expand to envelop even in the farthest corners of the foundry. He felt the newcomers long before his other senses could have perceived them. Rising to his feet, Asriel knew there was still time before they ever arrived, but decided to take the initiative. Before, however, he spent a moment of placid thought, merely appreciating the gift of the life he had led and cherishing this moment to brandish the power his master had given him. Asriel looked down at his hands, at the two curved lightsaber hilts he held in them, and remembered the long days he had spent forging these swords which would deliver him now - to the glory of completing his mission, or to death.

Done with his sentimental ceremony, he sheathed one and took a flying leap to the catwalks above, where he began a slow and silent trot forward. Pacing himself, he knew that in a few minutes he could navigate the labyrinth of walkways to the foundry's entrance, where it met the yawning canyon outside, and wondered whether or not his prey would whet his appetite...

 

[Jabonicus]

Walking into the canyon, Asheek noticed one odd thing. The droid factory had, at one point, been situated above the canyon, and had fallen to where it lay now. Unless they were to go over it, chances are, it was a dead end. Unknown to her, several feet below them, buried and forgotten in the red sand, was bodies. Decayed remnants of both clone and droid alike. As Asheeks feet pressed into the course, almost sharp sand, she could feel... Something, some level of discontent in the sand, from something much greater than the ground.

But it was nothing she could control, nothing she could change. Looking forward, the great remains of the droid factory loomed ever closer, threatening to envelop them in its darkness, in its history, never to release them. Her eyes periodically checked her partner, her fellow Padawan to observe her reactions to the area. Perhaps it was just her, perhaps it was the area. She stopped just short of the entrance, the shadow of the great metallic, rusted and broken orb having overtaken them.

The sound of air rushing above them was odd, a whistling, piercing screech as red, sharp sand was blown over the canyon, obstructing the sky. If she had not known that the planet was nearly desolate, she would certainly believe so at this point in time. Turning to her companion, she gave a nervous sigh. "Well, you might need to use your lightsaber for visibility. I can, well... Feel, my way around, if that makes sense." She tapped at one of her montrails, before moving her way inside.

Several floors stood around them, some combined through its fall, so many years ago, others just having recently merged as metal rusted beyond its use, platforms and catwalks smashing into one another. Now, everything was still, warped, and decayed. Piles of old droids were laid in random piles, mostly sunk under red sand, some crushed under fallen platforms. If any of them were in any working order in the past... Well, they wouldn't anymore. Asheek stopped in the darkness, small beams of light from the pierced hull illuminating the mere silhouette of the large amounts of catwalks and rooms above them, or, what was left of them.

"...There was bad history here. And quite a lot of it."

 

[Arcangel]

Ellenel walked silently beside Asheek, the pressing whispers of the dead beneath their feet lingering just at the edge of her concious thought. The canyon had felt much pain, fear, anger, and death. The whistling, howling sandstorm above them seemed to carry with it the screams of dying men of an age past. Their souls trapped forever in the damnable red canyon. She shuddered at the thoughts and feelings that coursed through her, her attunement to the negative energy within the canyon much more sensative than that of her companions.


Stopping at the entrance to the derelict foundry, Ellenel gazed into the darkness. And for a moment it felt as if the darkness gazed back, piercing her soul with its eternal emptiness. Gasping for breath, she felt, something. Something dark. And death. Much death had happened here, long ago. And some not so long ago. Glancing over at her partner as she spoke, she nodded in reply, igniting her lightsaber and holding it forth. The pale violet glow of the crackling blade penetrated the darkness, revealing the dilapidated depths of the infernal factory. A zigzag of catwalks cast shadows further into the darkness, rusted chains hung silently, untouched for centuries. Piles of scrapped droid parts sat upon the dust smothered floor, remnants of battles past.


Removing a small datapad from her belt with her other hand, Ellenel pressed a few buttons before gazing into the darkness again. "The source of the transmission comes from deeper in the factory" she stated as she stowed the datapad back on her belt. Glancing around one more time she muttered, "i have a bad feeling about this," as the pair took their first tentative steps into the bowels of the factory.

@Jake

Ooc: sorry about the mess, phone post.

 

[Jake]

Asriel was careful to keep his presence concealed as he advanced, leaping over long-rusted exhaust pipes and ducking beneath conveyor belts. He stalked down the catwalks like a shadowy predator, first feeling his prey in the Force despite the darkness that separated them, and then with the rest of his senses. By the time the two parties met up, Ellenel and Asheek had already begun to wander into the factory itself. Light still bled in from the canyon outside; as the sun moved towards its zenith, the sandstorms outside would pick up into raging gales. Already their low roar was a constant white noise within the foundry, lending itself to Asriel as a focal point in his meditations. For now, the Jedi's graveyard would also be their shelter from the storm without, all the while they drew closer to the storm within...

High above their heads, Asriel could distinguish much of his prey. He could smell their bodies, full of the warmth their surroundings lacked; see their faces, both women, a togruta and a human; hear their footsteps as they drew ever deeper, past walls of ruined machinery and piles of sand that fell from far above as if unseen hourglasses hovered beyond sight... most of all, however, he could taste their fear. He took no pleasure in it. In fact, he too was afraid: it was madness not to be, when confronted with a foe of indeterminate power, when tomorrow could just as easily never come. For this reason, Asriel felt it would be discourteous to play overly much with his food. No need to prolong their terror.

He stood on a walkway some fifteen meters above their heads, and from their perspective in front and to the right. He was comfortably hidden from vision and concentrating to ensure they could not feel the dark side just yet, a stain as it was on his soul. Nonetheless, they would sense him soon: the opportunity for surprise was finite, so he seized it, just as he seized with the Force a large durasteel plate that had come unfixed from a machine. He flicked his wrist and sent it hurtling at Asheek from five meters away so that it would smash heavily into the girl's left flank.

This he coupled by letting the illusion drop, so that both Padawans would be able to plainly feel the way the dark side permeated the foundry. He didn't reveal his presence specifically within that womb of darkness, but without a doubt neither girl could fail to realize now the reality of what they faced.

 

[Jabonicus]

Asheek had been looking into the rafters, looking at their surroundings, until a sharp groaning sound filled her ears. Turning to its source, her eyes widened as a large durasteel plate collided into her side, knocking her to the ground. With a grumble, she climbed to her feet, igniting her long hilted, double bladed lightsaber pike, the shrill, high pitched sound of the blades erupting filled the air. No doubt her thigh had a bruise now, but for the moment, that didn't matter.

Before she had time to call out to her attacker, a deep feeling of dread came over her, a feeling that the ruined factory was tainted, tainted with a darkness that shouldn't exist. Swallowing her fear, she felt adrenaline pulse through her, erasing, if only temporarily, the dull pain she felt from the surprise attack.

The sandstorm erupting outside seemed to only grow worse, the entrance that they had come from all but hidden behind a layer of thick, fast moving red sand, which grew ever closer. Already, small spurts of sand blew into the factory, blurring the view outside. For the three inside, the only way they could continue to see would be to remain inside the factory, until the worst of the sandstorm passed.

Asheek pushed her mind out, searching for the source of the assault, for the source of the newfound darkness within the ancient walls. She could feel two evils here, one ancient, one buried within the sand below them, and one above them, a singular source. Once she found the source... Then she could stop it.

 

[Arcangel]

Her eyes darting from shadowed corner to shadowed corner, to say she was on edge would be an understatement. The feeling of unease that had been with her since entering the foundry had only grown as the pair made their way deeper into the complex. This unease came to an apex as a large durasteel plate shrieked as is it came flying off the ground at Asheek. Reacting instinctively, Ellenel pushed out with her mind, giving the plate a shove to protect her fellow Jedi, lest she be crushed and broken by the heavy object. While she wasn’t strong enough to stop its momentum completely, she did succeed in slowing the plate down enough to only bruise Asheek instead of crippling her.


Now that the imminent threat had passed, Ellenel felt the overwhelming darkness that seeped through the factory. Whispering. Calling. Closing her eyes and opening her mind, she could feel the darkness, its presence. Holding her lightsaber forth as if a dousing rod, she let her feelings guide it. The blade slowly drifted upwards, to the right, until it finally settled, pointed at a slanted walkway. As soon as the blade stopped moving, Ellenel’s eyes snapped open, peering over the violet blade at the figure she knew to be there. Seeing a jagged piece of metal on the floor in front of her, she focused on that with her mind and prepared to fling it at the unknown assailant.

@Jake

 

[Jake]

Spoiler: OOC

What is Asheek's lightsaber pike like? How long are the blades vs how long the shaft is? What is the shaft made of?

Sensing he'd been discovered, Asriel began a quick descent. Each bounding leap he made brought him one level lower to successively lower catwalks; for a moment all the Padawans would hear or see of him would be the fleeting shadow and the crash of his feet against unwilling metal until, finally, he reached them. He stood just five meters in front of them, quickly extending his consciousness to envelop what he could not see, taking in his opponents, the debris scattered around them, the trickle of sand, even what few small, scurrying lives had not yet been snuffed... insects, mostly. Like the two before him. For an instant he twirled his lightsaber in one hand, then unsheathed it with the snap-hiss of its blade scorching the air around it. He swept his saber in a series of blinding exercises, his arms snapping out and down like bolts thrown from siege engines. Standing a few feet outside the extreme limit of any aggressive lunge, Asriel threw his head back and laughed into the empty space between them.

"Is the Jedi Order so pitifully reduced?" he said, removing all trace of anything but sneering arrogance from his voice, probing the patience of the girls in front of him. "Younglings sent far from home, into darkness deeper than any they could imagine..." He brought his blade up into the Makashi salute. "You will fear, before this is over..."

Comfortably postured, he waited for the Jedi to attack him. Meanwhile, he began to call upon the dark side, let it pour into him like water from a sieve, filling his limbs with familiar energy, driving his mind to farther heights, freeing him, and started to gather his energy for an assault of his own.

@Jabonicus

 

[Jabonicus]

Asheek narrowed her eyes, carefully observing her opponent. She could not tell his power, or his skill, and that made him more dangerous than if she knew either of those things. Both her hands gripping her lightsaber pike, she allowed her energy to flow through the lightsaber resistant material, which ran almost as long as she was tall.

If she were to stand the pike, blades sheathed, it would come up to her nose. It's design was simple, obviously designed closely after a spear. The blades themselves were quick-ejecting, ten inch, bright yellow, and were on both sides of the pike. It was quite obvious that the entire hilt could be used as a defense against the Siths lightsaber.

Bending her knees, she decided that the only logical action to take was to test how he responded to attacks. But to do that, she had to make it seem real without putting herself in too much potential danger. It didn't take her long before she struck.

One of her hands pushed upwards, letting her pike rest in the other as she lifted a small cloud of red sand around the Sith, swirling and pushing it around him in an attempt to either blind him, or to blur his vision. The moment she had done this, she put power into her legs, jumping with enough force to vault herself over the Sith. But as she went over him, her hands went to one side of the hilt, keeping herself a distance away as she swung the pike downwards, the yellow blade arcing towards his right shoulder.

Whether or not her attack hit, she would land a good distance away from her opponent, even if he immediately went after her, she would at least have a good second to prepare herself.

@Arclight

 

[Arcangel]

Ellenel let out a barely audible gasp as the mystery assailant leapt down to the ground floor. Fear swelled inside of her. Her breathing quickened as the man’s lightsaber activated with a violent Snap-Hiss. Her pounding heart drowned out his words. Breath. She told herself. Focus. Her breathing evened. Calm. Her mind was focused. Keeping a portion of her focus on the jagged piece of metal she had spotted earlier, which she now felt was a small saw blade, partially covered by red sand, she bided her time, waiting to see what Asheek would do.


When Asheek kicked up her swirling dust cloud to obscure the dark Jedi’s sight, Ellenel began her attack, timed to coincide with Asheeks leap. As Asheek arced over the Dark Jedi, Ell grabbed the broken saw blade with her mind, flinging it at the dark Jedi, and if it hit the jagged metal would strike him low in the midsection, just after Asheek’s cut. Not wanting to let go of the offensive, Ellenel followed up by focusing on the man’s feet, and telekinetically tugging them towards her, hoping to trip up whatever counterattack he might have.

@Jake

 

[Jake]

Obscuring his vision was an interesting trick, but Asriel was relying on more powerful senses than sight alone. Every inch of his body was primed to react as Asheek leaped, even as the curtain of red sand hid her from him. Waiting till she was nearly upon him, he simply jumped lightly to the left, putting him easily out of reach of both the Togruta's lightsaber and the broken saw blade. His counterattack was as simple as it was elegant; as he jumped, he gestured with his hand, releasing a wave of telekinetic force that was aimed to blast Asheek before she landed. Not only this, but the red sand she'd lifted would strike her like a whip - worse still, the saw blade the other Padawan had thrown would also be redirected towards her, driven even faster by another burst of speed from Asriel's telekinesis and hidden behind Asheek's own curtain of sand. All this in the space of a few heartbeats, designed purposely to exploit Asheek at the most vulnerable juncture of her vaulting leap.

Distracted, however, he didn't account for Ellenel when the Force coiled around his ankles and yanked his balance out from under him. He quickly focused to dispel the energy - and his lightsaber - so that he would neither be dragged further nor impale himself, and tried to land on his back just below the shoulder, the most cushioning he could manage on reflex. He turned the fall into a rolling somersault, coming to his feet a few steps deeper in the darkness that surrounded the thin circles of light afforded the group by their sabers. He was still breathing evenly, and drew upon the dark side that permeated the space around them, siphoning it into his limbs to renew their strength. He was keen to see what became of the Togruta Padawan, and to see whether or not they continued their offense, comfortably waiting for their holes to reveal themselves.

@Jabonicus

 

[Jabonicus]

Asheek expected that he would block her attack, or move out of the way, perhaps even chase after her as she landed. What happened was nothing close to what she planned, and it caught her completely off guard. As she was about to land, the way of telekenetic force hit her, forcing her off into the air once more, almost causing her to spin and lose her control of how she landed. She did her best to redirect where she landed so that she would land on her feet, and succeeded, landing roughly on the ground.

She believed that she had foiled his attack, but that was right as the whip of red sand slapped against her back harshly, she let out a harsh cry, but she felt that his assault had not ended with that. Turning, her headtails paled as she saw the sawblade, heading towards her at a frightening speed, spinning with a furious speed that would no doubt horribly maim whichever part of her it connected with. The worse part was no doubt the fact that it was only a few inches away from her when she noticed it.

She didn't have time to think, if she jumped, it would hit her ankles, if she ducked, it would hit her neck or her head, so she did the only thing she could think of on such short notice, she jumped back, using the force to vault her with amazing momentum, hopefully to match, if not surpass the speed of the sawblade. As she jumped back, she did not go for height, instead hoping to get as low as possible, so that the sawblade would go over her, to miss her entirely.

She failed.

As she ducked down during her vault backwards, the grip she had put on her headtails through the force to keep them down was loosened, and her right headtail went down with less speed than the rest of her, and the sawblade collided with it. She was lucky, insanely lucky, as it did not tear through the entirety of the limb, instead, it was torn into, before it was cut in the rough, serrated blades of the saw, and thrown to the side as it was spun.

And she screamed, it was a pain she had felt before, but it had been multiplied, it was exponentially worse than anything she had felt from it before. Blood splattered, and the Togrutan struggled to get to her feet. Even adrenaline couldn't fully mask the pain. Now she was angry, and she was finding it hard to control. She stared at the Sith, a pained determination in her eyes as each throb from her wound caused her to shake.

She reached out to her companion, her mind intermingling with Ellenels. Be careful of what you use against him, use the force in your attacks only if necessary, he is skilled in turning our attacks against us.

@Arclight

 

[Arcangel]

As the Dark Jedi began to fall to the ground, Ellenel pressed her attack, giving him no time to catch his breath. She charged, her blade held low and to the right in both hands. Covering the ground quickly, she reached him as he came out of his roll, meeting him with an angled upwards slash that she could easily turn into a parry. The slash would strike at his left hip and move up towards his right shoulder. With a quick reversal, she would then bring the blade in across in a horizontal stroke which would open the man's stomach if it connected. Continuing her assault she would then gather her focus in her left hand, giving a short push with an open hand as she attempted to telekinetically shove the man back towards a durasteel beam that supported one of the many catwalks above.

@Jake

 

[Jake]

Spoiler

Usually, it's best to limit the number of actions in any given post. Otherwise I can easily find holes to exploit and interrupt you, as I will do here.

He felt the impending rush of danger, though there was no time to twist the situation to his favor. He barely registered the Togruta's agonized scream as the saw blade sheared one of her headtails nearly in twain. More focused on Ellenel, Asriel merely used the Force to lift his other lightsaber from his waist as the young Padawan darted in for the attack. Then, just before she swung into him, he ignited the saber so that its scarlet blade would intersect with its violet counterpart and parry the strike. At the same instant, he ignited the saber he held in his hand as he rose from the floor to his full height, simply dragging it so that unless Ellenel moved it would cut her perfectly in half from groin to head. He kicked off with his feet simultaneously to put more distance between him and his prey, but first blood was his, and he could taste death in the air...

 

[Jabonicus]

Asheek grimaced, before moving quickly towards the Sith. She had to be quick, while still keeping a defensive mindset. As he swung at Ell, she had an idea, similar to what her partner had done just a moment ago. He was distracted, and that gave her a chance. As she neared her, she used the force to grip onto his feet, putting a swift movement on them to attempt to make him lose his balance, take pull his feet out from under him. As she did this, she swung her lightsaber pike, her hands on one end, the blade active on the other.

It would keep her a distance from him, while still giving her a strong attack, should it connect. She just hoped that what she had done had worked.

@Arclight

 

[Arcangel]

As a second lightsaber appeared in the Dark Jedi’s off-hand, the blood red blade igniting to clash with her own, Ell knew she was in trouble. Seeing the other blade coming up, she reacted, pushing off with her left foot, she used the turning momentum from her slash to fling herself to the right, augmenting her speed with the force. Sending herself tumbling across the ground, she saved herself from being bisected by the crimson energy blade, but her own lightsaber went flying from her hand as she rolled across the red dust. Coming to a stop a few meters away from where she had started, Ell pushed herself up off of the ground, located her lightsaber and called it to herself with the force. As the unlit saber flew into her hand, she could feel a wave of weariness hit her, coupled with aches and pains all over her body from tumbling across the factory floor. Steeling herself to return to the battle, she lit her saber once more and assessed the situation.

@Jake

 

[Jake]

Once more, Asriel was foiled by their teamwork. The human Padawan elegantly took advantage of her own momentum to escape his attack; meanwhile, the wounded Togruta again took advantage of a gap in his concentration. As he leapt, another invisible force coiled around his feet, pulling him roughly to the floor. His torso slammed hard against the sand-washed factory floor. This time, gritting his teeth through the strain, he didn't bother focusing his energy in dispelling the grip the young Jedi had on his ankles. He endured the few seconds of being dragged against the sand, rolling himself onto his back through and twisting his body just to the side through the indomitable willpower his master had beat into him as a blacksmith beats upon the perfect sword. He channeled his power elsewhere, fed by the fury and fear that had already brought him so far down his path. Instead of skewering his heart, Asheek's stab found him in the upper left arm just below the shoulder. Instantly his robe and flesh became a scorched crater, nerves cauterized before they could even scream at his brain.

Something deep in Asriel's mind fluttered at the idea that a piece of him had simply ceased to be. So absolute is the instrument with which Jedi and Sith alike write their holy scripture. But Asheek's attack did not go unanswered. Even as the Togruta stabbed down, Asriel used the Force to throw the saber in his left hand towards her, parallel to the shaft of her own weapon. Simultaneously, he harnessed his rage, threw it off of him like a terrible weight, and instead he wrenched downward the Togruta's wounded head-tail to make jumping, or even not falling headfirst into the oncoming blade, a heroic feat. When he broke her concentration, he used the Force to pull himself upright and away from the group, retreating into the darkness, spitting as white-hot weakness lanced through the wounded half of his body. His lightsaber would slip towards him across the sand as well, moments later.

 

[Jabonicus]

Her pike was aimed at the Sith, purging a crater into his arm. As did his blade, aimed at her, going up at her so that he may pull her onto it. She at first attempted to pull away, to remove herself from the situation, but find his powers had gripped onto her wounded headtail. Tears swelled in her eyes, and she grimaced, doing the only thing she could think to do that wouldn't result in horrible mutilation of her already maimed headtail.

So she twisted, she moved her body in an almost unnatural fashion, hoping to avoid the force based attack. She was lucky, but not unharmed, as she fell, the red hot blade grazed her chest, leaving burnt flesh in a lone line just below her collarbone, as well as a small burnt hole on her left inner shoulder. It was nothing serious, but it was still an injury to be wary of.

Cursing under her breath, she rolled as she hit the ground, using the force to pull her pike back to her hand. She glanced towards Ell, her mind connection once more. Hold his concentration, engage him, distract him. She sent, waiting for whatever her partner would do. Staying back, she retracted the blades, waiting for the perfect moment.

As Ell did whatever she would do, Asheek took the best opportunity she could find, rushing towards the Sith, giving him a strong shove through the force, with the power and intent to knock him into the air. As she did this, she thrusted her pike forward, much like she did before, but this time it was aimed at his legs. As it neared his legs, the bright yellow blade of that end activated, aimed at his inner knee, before violently swinging outward, away from where Ell would be, whether she was close by or not.

If her attack made its mark as she planned it, it would remove his leg below that knee. If it made its mark as she planned it.

 

[Arcangel]

Ellenel had recovered just in time to see an injured Asheek roll across the ground. Her fellow Jedi glanced at her, the telepathic message rang clear in her mind. Facing the the Dark Jedi as he made his retreat into the darkness, Ell knew what she had to do. She was exhausted, out of juice. But she had one trick left, that she was loathe to use, but necessity demanded it. She closed her eyes and reached below the surface, a thin layer of light that she always projected outwards. She reached down into the dark miasma that lay beneath. The anger, the pain, the sorrow. This took only an instant, and as her eyes shot open, she raised her hand at the Dark Jedi, her fingers crooked into a claw. Raw energy shot out to grab the wounded man, untrained but powerful. She wanted to hurt him, to feel his pain. Screaming in rage, she would grab him with the force, and attempt to shake him like a rag doll. Before she had felt exhausted, now she felt alive.

@Jake