A Clash of Fire ((Invite))

[lordember]

History of Anakin Lishto ((Darth Ember))

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.:.The Sith Lord ran a hand through his hair as his burning eyes looked at the ruins of the Mancer Academy on Arkania... the final reseting place of the Mancer beliefs. His body turned, looking at his temple in the mists of the humid jungle... remaining from his reign as dark lord of the sith. Ember's boots crackled upon the twigs of the jungle as he walked towards the darkly carved stone. Hatred and darkness ran through the sith's body, rushing through his every pore... ripping at the presence of the force around him. He walked up the steps, climbing into the main cooridor... his eyes now locked onto the doors of the old hangar; his ship still resided there. It was not long before the sith lord hopped into his fighter... the engines of the vessel roaring. A Frustration ran through him as he set a course for Coruscant... he had unfinished business to attend to... even this early in the morning. Dexon Kyjar... he screamed the name in his head. So many attempts to eliminate one of his most capable foes... attacking his wife, numerous duels. But, Ember intended to send a message to his old friend this eve. He punched in the hyperspace coordinates... it would not be long until he reached the planet. Resting back his head, a dark smile inched its way across his face.:.

 

[Dexington]

Dexon Kyjar

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*Dexon Kyjar, the famed swordsman of the Jedi order, sat in the Jedi Council chamber, resting his hands upon his knees. He had been diving into thought about his family, and the recent attack that had been put to his wife Lara by one Anakin Lishto. The guy would flip flop more than someone making pancakes. He used to be an esteemed Jedi Master, and a good coleague of his, but then he was tempted by the darkside and made an attempt on Dex's life. Didn't work. Anakin had also been a Nem'Vaah master, and a Mancer Lord, probably only learning those ways to get an upper hand on Dex. Luckily, Dex had also been a Mancer Lord, with the presence of the strongest of the ancient ways currently residing in his body. While thinking about this subject, he felt the presence of Anakin coming to Coruscant. No doubt for him.*

 

[lordember]

.:.The Fighter touched down, and Ember could feel his enemy's presence more than ever. His large fists clenched, the sith lord's dark brown eyes piercing as they looked up towards the spire which held the jedi council chambers... So, he hides there, ember thought. His swift stride echoed upon the floors of Coruscant as he looked for the elevator as he cloaked his presence within the unified force. The halls were quite empty this early in the dark morning, Ember's presence a mere shadow to the eyes of the Jedi. He enveloped himself lightly in the power of mancery, letting his visual presence become nothing... much like his force signature. He opened the doors of the elevator, which quickly sprang up towards the council chambers. A bell rang as the elevator door opened, and Ember stepped out... the council room in sight. His cloaked hand came to his waist, gripping Brutalidon's double bladed lightsaber... it would be a magnificent duel indeed.:.

 

[Dexington]

*Dexon heard the elevator door open, and saw nobody there, felt nobody there. Ember had arrived, that much was obvious. Nobody else had anything to hide from him in this temple. Dex also entered the plains of Mancery and made a double image of himself, the fake one going right to the elevator door, where Ember should have been. A sinister voice from inside the image spoke.*

"You have no right to carry my lightsaber, whelp!"

*The fake Dexon came back to the real one's side, and stood beside him. Dex, the real one, drew his famed double bladed, razor edged, emerald lightsaber and held it in his hand, unignited. His opponent would make the first move.*

 

[lordember]

.:.Ember chuckled at the fake dexon that came up to him... he knew his enemy; dexon would not be stupid enough to walk that close to him like that. The sith lord's right hand gripped Brutalidon's lightsaber, the brilliant design flashing in his broad hand. A dark smile was apparent on Ember's face as he let down his two cloaks.:.

"Ah, Dexon... still your ignorant self."

.:.The sith lord spoke in a nonchalant tone, his dark eyes cold on his adversary. His arm stuck out, his fingers pressing upon the lightsaber. The two black blades hissed brilliantly, emitting a dim, opaque light upon the council room chambers. His muscles tensed as he moved his saber in a flashy arch, the hiss of the black saber blades echoing throughout the chamber. Ember's eyes flashed, his hair slightly wavering.:.

"Please Dexon, you know I do not care about the rules."

 

[Dexington]

"We both have the same abilities, Anakin, I don't see any need for rules. This isn't my tournament, now is it?"

*The emphasis on my, he was hoping, would make him angry. Dexon had won the grand tournament of the entire galaxy, proving that he was the greatest duelist there was. He was sure that knowledge alone didn't sit well with Ember, as people only knew him as the Sith Lord.

Dex ignited his lightsaber, the emerald green blades flashing out of both ends of the deadly hilt. He spun the blade around many times, creating a green blur about his entire body. After his display, he got into the Ataru form and waited for Ember to make the first move, with a sly grin on his face.*

 

[lordember]

.:.Anger flared up in Ember's eyes like a boiling pit of brimstone. His eyes locked on his adversary, Dexon's green blades reflecting in the angered eyes of the sith lord. Ember let the force rush through his every pore, letting its darkness and refreshing touch dominate him. His hands tightened on Brutalidon's double-bladed lightsaber, the black blades giving off a rare light, cherished by many. And with a swift motion, the force sped up Ember... a small woosh echoed throughout the chamber. As he neared his opponent, the darkside fueled his attack. Now, everything seemed to go slow. Ember masterfully twitched his lightsaber, the black blades boiling through the chilling air of the chamber. Now as the saber burned in a quick finesse, a black blade hurled itself in a threatening arch, pulsing towards the chest of dexon. Yes, this was quite an attack... to most people. But, to these two weapon masters it was just a matter of play. For now.:.

 

[Dexington]

*Dexon smiled as Ember ran up to him, clearly in anger. That was the main issue with those Sith, they couldn't think well in battle. And that would be why the Jedi would always be the better of the galaxy. As the blade came towards him, he held up his lightsaber and let it hit the bottom blade. He then spun his own lightsaber around. hitting the black blade out of the way, and making a counter attack at Ember's face with the other blade.*

 

[lordember]

.:.Ember quickly manuvered, the a black blade of his saber like a brick wall in the way of dexon's strike, parrying it. Ember manipulated the lock, the two having their strengths push into each other like two raging Arkanian Dragons. He let own hand release from the staff of the saber, and released the force. The particles of the force compressed like a compiling whirlwind, now a raging force push heading towards dexon.:.

 

[Dexington]

*Dexon let the force push hit him full force, but twisted his body as it did so. His went flying in the air in a magnificent twirl, finishing with a 1260 degree spin and landing flat on his feet once again. This was more of a taunting measure than anything, but he felt good knowing he could spin that far.*

"When is playtime over?"

*He threw up his lightsaber in almost the same manner of spin that he had just done, but couldn't get it to go all the way around. It came back into his hand and he shrugged. He held out his hand and let a little bit of force shock go at Ember, but only enough to toy with him.*

 

[lordember]

.:.Recognizing the toying gesture, Ember manuvered Brutalidon's double saber. The black saber met the flashing lightning, absorbing it into oblivion. Ember mocked dex, throwing his saber into the air. The black blades hissed wildly as they wildly flipped in the cool air, masterfully comming back into the tight grip of the sith lord. Ember's eyes burned, just like his name as he cooly looked towards his old friend.:.

"Please lets end the playtime, Dexon... leave that to the wench of yours."

.:.He spoke knowingly... those words were usually enough to piss off his adversary to no end. He put his double bladed lightsaber infront of him, letting the force rush through his every pore as its darkness tore at him. His eyes flashed as he went into the Juyo form, looking straight towards Dex... awaiting.:.

 

[Dexington]

*Dexon grew angry as Ember spoke about Lara. The two knew mostly everything about eachother, and used that to their advantage. Each one capitalized on eachother's weaknesses, and tweaked their nerves. Ember knew that more than anything, Dex cared about Lara.*

"Are you trying to insult my wife? At least I have one... How many women have you tried to get with and failed miserably? I would guess around ten... Give or take."

 

[lordember]

ooc: LOL dex

.:.Anger and shame flared through Ember, a new, sizzling fire basking in the pupils of the sith lord. The weapon master's grip tightened on his saber as he stood in his Juyo stance. Ember cracked his neck, his cold stare ever so piercing.:.

"Indeed. Tell me, old friend... how much money did it take to get the little wench off the corners of Coruscant for as long as she has been?"

.:.He chuckled to himself. Indeed the two had a great knowledge about each other... both were once the best of friends, sitting upon the Jedi Council... but now they were the greatest of enemies as two of the most famed melee masters within the galaxy. With a small grunt, he lunged from his stance. The dual black blades hissed wildly, the dim light pusling off them raging throughout the chamber. With a small twist, he let out a fierce blow with a black blade. However, this was aimed to miss just a tiny bit... meant to be a distraction. Meanwhile, using the art of Juyo, Ember tried to sweep Dexon's legs from under him.:.

 

[Dexington]

ooc: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

*Dex grew angry at the last comment. All the insults towards his wife were not needed, she wasn't there. Anakin had truely fallen to the darkside. Only a man of pure evil could insult another man's family without remorse. He saw Ember lunge at him through the air and held up his green lightsaber to stop the attack, then felt another one coming lower and jumped backwards out of the way. Dexon realized that Ember was using the form of Juyo to get the upper hand. Too bad that also had one of the heaviest weaknesses of them all, force powers. He threw his lightsaber at Ember, then with both hands used a powerful force wave to make it go even faster, and to thrust him towards the wall.*

 

[lordember]

.:.Everything seemed to slow. The force wave smacked into Ember, sending him hurtling into the council chamber's window. A crack roared throughout the glass, and the sith lord slid down, now safely on the floor. The lightsaber of his adversary, however, went past him... finishing off the pane of glass. A cool, murkey air now flowed into the council chambers, the hair of Ember gently swaying. Brutalidon's black dual saber now ignited in Ember's tight grip, his burning eyes looking towards his adversary. He grunted to himself... he guessed playtime was over. He flipped into the air, cold air rushing into his face. He landed infront of dexon, his feet slamming on the floor. The pure, itching darkness of the force raged through him like an unstoppable jugarnaut. He made a fast jab, masking a fierce force wave that would throw his enemy right out of the window.:.

 

[Dexington]

*Dexon sidestepped out of the way of the jab, but did not see the force wave coming. It hit him full force and sent him through the council window, shattering it to bits. To any normal person, it would seem he would fall to his death. But Ember should know him better than that. He used the unifying force and the power of force flight to fly back up to the shattered window. Floating outside, he disignited his lightsaber and clipped it to his belt, then used a wave of force lightning on his opponent.*

 

[lordember]

.:.One end of the black saber confronted the fierce lighting, abolishing the feverish attack into the icey mists. If it was a force fight his adversary wanted, it was a force fight he would get. The lightsaber of brutalidon came to Ember's waist, and the force rushed through the sith lord, along with the powers of a mancer lord. His right hand raised, and it suddenly retracted into a tight, piercing fist. Cracking raged throughout the chamber as another pain of glass was shattered. All the shards raised into the chilly air, then raced forward towards dex. Many sharp shards pulsed forward towards the jedi like a barrage of detonators.:.

 

[Dexington]

"So it's Mancery you want?"

*Dexon yelled at the top of his lungs and tapped into the field, bringing the energy into his body. He held his hands straight out infront of himself and brought them around in a semi-circle. As the shards came towards him, they bounced off of what seemed to be an invisible wall and fell all the way back down to the academy entrance. Dex then thrust his hands outwards, the invisible wall began flying to hit Ember.*