Battle of Empress Teta - Forest

[DeathToll]

Tris' saber tip unexpectedly clashed with the Sith's detached saber in reversed grip, quick thinking on his part, that loosed a blinding light into the Sith's eyes. But Tris' surprise attack still managed to send the Sith flying as Tris' eyes followed Drenn up into the air and into a tree. The cocky Jedi pivoted a distancing swirl of his left foot around the securely planted right foot, in order to face Drenn as he soared into that branch. Tris couldn't help but to break with a wide white teethy grin with his face up to the sky and hair tossed away from his forehead, as his left thumb and middle finger snapped together down at his side; releasing an unseen (and unfelt through the Force by the Sith due to the momentary commotion) button upon his right boot, whilst then pointing his saber out at the falling and flipping Sith like a mark -promising for all the forrest to see that he will hit that mark.

Tris tilted his head with a ridiculing sarcasm at the Sith's frantic landing, getaway, and readjusting of his hilt back into a singular double-bladed hilt, as Tris began casually walking straight for him. The sith returned a smirk, in kind, thus causing Tris to loose enjoyment of his own grin that soon melted away. There had been but two instances where Tris had released a quick controlled burst of the Force thus far, using speed to dodge and using power to blast. He had only been utilizing his Makashi training with quick and confusing footwork, expending little energy in that effort. Though the Sith had come very close to cutting Tris' hip at one point. Now Tris was more than ready to continue this fight, not a bead of sweat yet to grace his face. Tris was welcoming the flow of the Force into him again as he continued walking forward, holding that blue beam straight out with a single right-handed grip and pointing the tip at its Sith target. Tris would keep walking forward until the blade simply intruded on the Sith's personal space and the Sith would be forced to either evade or defend lest the beam delve into body. Yet Tris' right arm was slightly bent and prepared to recoil or initiate any attack for any multitude of reasons, and was equally prepared to halt his steps should he require.

The Sith had been challenging, to be sure, but Tris was looking stylish as ever; chin in the air and pride to the colorful breeze.

 

[Black Noise]

The Jedi Master was extremely fast, unexpectedly so even without the aid of the Force. However, without the aid of the Force Inanio was able to react to her speed seeing as the Force still aided his senses. Her left blade was being used as the axis for her attacks, that much was clear to Inanio. Thus, to escape her speed he would need to draw upon his own strength. He shoved out, pushing her left blade away as she completed her turning in order to halt her sliding down upon his Sabre. Continuing to surge forward, he called upon what little Force he could(Force Speed) while not breaking concentration to aid in his own speed to move forward continuously.

He ducked his head and shoulders, dive-rolling out and past the Master(forward and to the right) after pushing her left blade well out of the way. However, testament to the fact that she was indeed faster than him, her blade clipped his left shoulder, cutting deep. It cut far deeper than the Darth expected, and completely immobilized his left arm and a section of his torso.

Rolling to his feet, he grunted as the only outward sign to the excruciating pain his shoulder experienced. Straightening up, he released the Jedi Master from Force Suppression in order to immediately call heavily upon Force Revitalize and lightly upon Force Heal for his shoulder. He knew he could not keep up Suppression and help himself, thus this power was tossed aside to make way for him to use the Force at will once again. Nodded, he prepared himself for her inevitable attack. His left hand dropped his sabre, not strong enough to hold it anymore.

Breathing deep, he flourished his right blade in makashi and prepared himself. Just as quick as it had been activated, his Force Heal was stopped. The healing was only enough to the point where his torso would no longer pain him to move, but his left arm was out of this battle.

 

[Radiwalker]

Drenn waited for his opponent to close in on him. Meanwhile he used the time he was taking with his slow and proud walk, to channel both his emotions and the force. His emotions would empower him, while the force would aid him. The sith had a plan, however, he was troubled by the jedi`s proud walk, it foretold that the jedi was up to something, Drenn would have to be wary while performing his attack to ensure his safety.

As the jedi drew closer and closer, he would notice a larger smile on Drenn`s face, as he too stepped forwards, so they would get inside melee range. The togruta pushe the left hand blade of his saber, into that of the jedi, attempting to push it backwards into an upward position, while he closed the distance between them. The blades clashed and screetched, as little white-blue sparks jumped around the impact point. While performing that, the sith would simple point the palm of his resting left hand towards the jedi, sending a small force shock at him, which if used with great intensity, could grip the opponent and throw him around, but the togruta used it with smaller intesity, intending to just simply distract his opponent and if successful restrict his movements, with the weak lightening, for a moment.

That, although weak, would be a hard to dodge attack, or absorb, as it was launched from nearly pointblank, or at least so Drenn thought. However, he was not done just yet. While launching the force shock, he also made a step with his left leg crossing over his right and then his right quickly moving to the otherside of his left. Doing this he had positioned himself on the left of his opponent, while their sabers were clashed and Drenn had just released a force shock. Simultaneously with the steps, he would perform a slash towards the jedi`s left shoulder, continuing in a downward motion towards his lower chest, intending to slice through his body.

That slice would come just after the launching of the force shock and it would be performed by the right hand blade of the sith`s lightsaber. Another thing of note for the attack is that while the slice is performed, due to the change of position of the togruta, he would keep the left hand side of his lightsaber clashed into that of the jedi, both halting it`s advance and preventing it from defending him. It was nearly a perfect attack, easily performed, without much use of the force and without exposing oneself. However the sith was not a fool and he kept in mind the jedi`s arrogant look and walk, he didn`t dare for a moment think he had won, quite the opposite, he was prepared to defend himself, as this jedi had proven to be unpredictable.

 

[GABA]

Desta knew she caught something and almost mild disappointed overtook the shadows of her face as the Sith Lord rose to his feet once more. A slight breeze had tickled her wound and she flinched, feeling the blood cold on her side; the full effects of the Force hit her and she called upon it, altering the strength of her blade so she wouldn’t cut herself in two, she flipped it in a reversed grip and took a few steps backwards from the Sith as she held it unusually close to her wound in order to cauterize the gash.

Pain swept through her body, but she didn’t need to bleed all over herself. She flipped her blade back and slowed her breathing. A calm rushed through the Jedi Master as she watched the Sith had drop his other sword to the ground.

“Go home Sith.” She said to him over the sound of blaster fire that still surrounded them, “This is not worth your life.” Her voice was low, and though it was meant in sincerity, there was a deep underlying warning she was giving to him. Her blades remained relax, but the Force around the women was stirring wildly.

 

[DeathToll]

: NEMESIS :​

The majestic paints of the Fates oozed from his countenance, dripping with ominous foretelling in a gothic portrayal of the subliminal. Each sequencial press of heel through toe offered a gift of satisfaction that donated itself to the devined. Tristian-Ambrose was the Light. In this moment, he was a level of excellence and quality. He was Drenn's judgement. Resolution was this visage, that which now encroached. This was destiny...

They both walked towards each other, Drenn with the sinister smile and Tris with the piercing stare. There was more than enough time for either to prepare, and bright minds think alike. Both had prepared for a destraction. The only problem for one of them was the overruling nature of the other's chosen attack. Unfortunately, favor would not side with the Sith this day. And all in but the blink of an eye, lightning did strike.

Drenn had released a simple shock, which would instantly bend back on itself and envelope his own left hand before it had barely left Drenn's fingertips; as Tris had already raised an opposing hand that released a controlled and precisely pinpointed pop with the Force (Force Push), that was originally meant only for distraction against Drenn's hand, now here having the effect of a perfectly angled and prepared deflection acting as a mirror against the shocking attack. Every effect meant for Tris was spontaneously and immediately imposed onto Drenn, slowing his movements and inflicting distraction through pain.

Simultaneously, Drenn pushed the left-sided-saber forward into Tris', however not "clashing" nor "screeching" as he would have preferred; but rather, missing his mark entirely. A Force embued Tris had managed an instant twist of the wrist with a miniature bend of the arm, angling his saber tip slightly down-left and lifting his elbow so that just as Drenn had pushed his saber forward, without interruption, the near-center-end of Tris' blue lightsaber slid from his left to right across the underside of the double-bladed hilt from hilt's horizontal end to hilt's horizontal end and severed every finger below knuckle and every switch or button from that double-bladed hilt with a surprising and communal effort; Tris also simultaneously sneaking in a short step back with his right foot. Tris' blade barely pulled up and right in this tight and sudden motion that held a gliding contact with Drenn's hilt, and Drenn's pushing motion with the saber only aided Tris in this effort. Also, due to Drenn's body lean to his right, Tris' left, to innitiate movement, would in fact take Tris' counter even further and, quite likely, allow Tris' saber to slice cleanly through the center of the double-bladed hilt as well as slice through Drenn's hand. What was for certain was the element of surprise on Tris' part and the lack of time on Drenn's part to react to what had just been the second piece of a larger and simultaneous "check" by Tris on the game board. It might even have been a check mate.

Description: Not only would Drenn be ensuring his own loss of fingers or hand with that forward motion, having commited to that quick jerk of a motion, but he would also be surprised and without the time to adjust his saber even in the smallest of ways to save his fingers; or quite possibly his saber hilt even. Moreover, if he even twitched to react (which was highly improbable), he would thus only solidify his end further. Should he try to react somehow, in that moment defined only by the smallest measurements of time, he would only catch Tris' saber which had been ever so slightly pulled and angled and Tris would still achieve the desired effect. Still, Tris' saber would not swing into a free motion wide to the right, if permitted the hilt-slicing momentum; but rather Tris had kept a tight control on his twisted counter and would manage to keep his saber fairly positioned between the two males. And how would the Sith react when his own shock had surged back into the hand of its creation?

Addition: Further more, IF Drenn had managed to stumble the crossing-skipping movement right (Tris' left) and committed to the use of the right-side-blade (which would only angle that double blade (if still intact and functional) more perfectly for Tris' blade to cut through the hilt just before (as well as angle that right-side-blade out of the way), Tris would step left with his left foot and shove the heel of his left palm through the short distance and square into the unguarded nose of the Sith and more than likely break that nose completely. If Drenn was even able to move or manage a stumble (let alone step a crossover and then further step to his right), then his own double-bladed lightsaber would have been caught by Tris' rising/cutting guard underneath the double-bladed saber and held up and to Drenn's left. As well, Drenn would have tried to rotate his body (right shoulder leading and telegraphing the attack) to his left in order to execute that attack, which would furthermore leave his face unguarded for an intercepting reach-around of a heel-palm by Tris' left hand. All in all; total shock.

 

[Black Noise]

Inanio breathed deeply as the Jedi finished speaking. His revitalization was complete, he was ready to fight again. But was it worth it? The Sith thought for but a moment, and the answer was clear.*
"My life is expendable, by beliefs are irrelevant. I have given myself up as a tool of the Sith. My fate, my life, mere pieces that will fall into place to create the empire of the Sith. To make the dreams of another into a reality."

Suddenly, clouds began swirling in the sky above. Lightning flashed across the sky and onto the roof as thunderous rain blasted through the Forest. Another battle had begun to bleed into their's with the ferocity of a lion. This was the power of Alter Environment. A monstrosity of unbelievable proportions. The Darth nodded at this development, hoping the battle on the roof was more successful than their own.*

Rejuvenated through the power of Force Revitalize, Inanio felt just as good as he had upon entering the planet's atmosphere. His dark eyes rested upon that of the Master before him, her own Force strength was swirling about her in a manner similar to that of the rain that thundered about their ears. The Grand Instructor surged the Force to himself, gathering for an attack. Holding his saber at the ready, he prepared himself for the Jedi Master's attacks. He would be on the defensive for the moment, but not long.

 

[Radiwalker]

:THEME:​

The battle was unfolding on all grounds, as heavy rain came don in the forrest and thunderous lightening consumed the rooftop. But nothing of that distracted the two combatants, as each of them was fighting for what they believed in. It was not just their skills and powers clashing, but also their spirits, for they were fighting more than just a war, it was a war of beliefs and the togruta had no intention of betraying his.

But for the syncronization between his steps and cast of the small shock, Drenn would have been hit by it, as it was reflected by a force push and went past him, the lightening sparks cracking through the air. The togruta`s concentration was unbroken and he easily picked up the twitch in the wrist of his opponent, realising he would be countered, the sith cast a force bubble around himself, as he had channeled more than enough force to do so. Simultaneously with that, he designited his lightsaber and watched as the enemy`s was barely stopped by the light-blue light of the bubble, which separated the saber beam, from his fingers wrapped around the hilt.

That performance was enough to break off the jedi`s attack and it was Drenn`s move. He had used the same force power to defend himself for the second time. However, this time he would do more, as his position was better, for he was slightly on the side of the jedi, the togruta would, almost immediately after blcking the attack, increase the range of the bubble, so as to throw his enemy off balance. Meanwhile he would break his doublebladed lightsaber into two, yet still keeping them deactivated.

After increasing the bubble to the desired ammount, he would break it and instantly ignite his lightsabers, the right hand one being aimed on the inside of his opponent`s saber, with the purpose of driving it away from the pair and making it near impossible for the jedi to block the second saber, which upon ignition would jab straight into his lower chest, after which, with a single movement, Drenn would guide it to his left, so as to further cut his opponent and wound him greatly.

 

[GABA]

Desta only half listened to the Sith’s response, she didn’t care what the Sith believed in. Dark clouds rolled over in the sky above them, she could feel the sun disappearing quickly and a clap of thunder announced the rain. She was drenched within seconds. The rain falling deafened their ears to blaster fire in the background as well as the lightsaber crackles from the distant duel between the Knight and the other Sith who accompanied the one she was fighting.

She planted her left foot forward, angling her body allowing the Force to flow through her. Desta felt it twist around the Sith Lord’s waist then gave him a swift tug, pulling the man to her before springing from her own position, her left blade slashing across his left side as she passed by Inanio’s left.

 

[DeathToll]

Tris' blade unexpectedly scraped along the ghostly sphere, splashing away blue wet sparks from the rain. Having already taken a back step with his right, as well as controlled his angled wrist so not to swing wide, neither Tris' blade nor his frame were sent off balance as he was already moving backwards. And with the change, in difference of expectation, Tris reacted with a quick two-step further backwards that would instinctively nullify the desired effects of Drenn's expanding bubble (as well as undo the element of surprise to Drenn's later igniting blades). For, if Tris was even affected by it, he would simply be carried the extra inches back through his steps and gain both distance and time for preparation. As well, Drenn would be forced to commit to forward momentum if he wished to continue his attacks since Tris was no longer within immediate arm's length, which would mean that Drenn's outstretching left arm would be read and the sudden ignition of that blade could be properly countered.

Due to the sudden expansion of distance, including time needed to retract beams, detach hilts, and reignite beams after establishing one Bubble size and then changing it to a new size, Drenn's reaching red right saber would miss as Tris' blue saber swooped round underneath it and sliced clean through Drenn's left wrist in expectation of some form of thrust. If Drenn somehow managed to hold his thrust back and allow for their saber beams to clash, then Tris' previous rounding swoop would have instead caught the extending red left saber, which would have to be aimed beneath the red right saber in order to stab where intended as well as for that red right saber to cross as intended. Therefore, made possible by the previously mentioned sudden expansion of distance as well as an angling back of the left shoulder using a left-footed backstep, Tris' saber (if it did not sever Drenn's left wrist outright) would catch Drenn's left saber (which would just miss Tris regardless now) and, with one swift clockwise swirling motion, lift it up to tightly pretzel Drenn's arms together and into his own chest, left forearm rising over right. And, with no time wasted, as Drenn's own momentum was used against him and Tris' swirling motion had redirected Drenn's saber around and back on himself (which no amount of strength could prohibit), Tris had already continued the singular swirling motion which would, sliding along the inside of Drenn's left saber, cut down through both of Drenn's wrists at the point where both arms met in this awkward pretzel; Tris utilizing a near-straightening of the arm and a curve of the wrist as well as replacing his left foot back underneath himself with that final motion. And simultaneously, either just after Drenn's left wrist was severed OR just as Drenn's arms were being pretzeled and milliseconds before his wrists were in danger of being severed, Tris had flung up that hidden right-boot-blade with the flick of a left wrist (held behind him) thus pointing his palm to the sky and sending the perfectly positioned hidden boot-knife from his right boot (which would be just under the Darksider at that moment) up through that space between Drenn's triceps straight into the soft of Drenn's chin.

Spoiler: Short Version

Tris' saber scrapes bubble. Tris does quick two-step back ending with left foot avoiding Drenn's ignition-thrust with a step back. Tris' saber swoops under Drenn's crossing right saber and either (1) cuts Drenn's left hand off or (2) deflects Drenn's thrusting left saber thus swirling a clockwise rotation that pins Drenn's own left arm over the crossed right and into his chest, rounding a tight downward slash through both of Drenn's pretzeled wrists.

And just as either (1) Tris cuts off Drenn's left wrist or (2) Tris catches Drenn's left saber thrust and initiates swirling pretzel to wrist severing - Tris flicks left wrist to use the Force and throw hidden right-boot-knife up into Drenn's chin.

Note: Knife is in bio/is nothing special.

 

[Black Noise]

A near master of telekinesis, Inanio could easily predict what the Jedi intended to do when she placed her front foot forward and dug it into the earth. Placing forward his own in unison with her, he nearly mimicked her movements to bring the Force forward and flow easily through him. Bringing up his useful arm, he countered the Force Pull with a swift Force Push of the same magnitude. As she pushed off, he pushed back, leaping backwards and out of her strike range. While the master was indeed more Lithe than himself, he could match her speed outside of actually engaging combat. Dodging backwards and slightly to the right, he left both of her strike ranges and kept well out of reach of her second blade while avoiding the first. All the while, he concentrated on gathering the Force to himself. He would let her have one more move.

 

[Radiwalker]

:The Time Has Come:​

The rain was devious and the storm overwhelming, but aside from the sound and the soaking effect, the two combatants were too concentrated in their fast revolving duel, to let themselves take a moment to look at the rain. It seemed they were alone, for no one else could be heard, even though they knew that their allies were near, for the moment, both of them had to handle the battle by themselves.

While positioning his separated lightsabers, aiming to simply ignite them and catch the opponent off guard, Drenn noticed the change of position he did. The jedi did not lose his footage, the togruta kept mindful of that as he ignited his right hand saber, aiming it at the jedi`s saber, which too was in his right hand. Meanwhile he ignited his left hand saber as well, with the sole purpose of jabbing it, upon ignition, into the enemy`s mid torso, however, that was out of his range now.

The jedi tried to twirl his saber underneath the sith`s right hand saber and aimed to cut off his wrist. There were a couple of things the jedi didn`t take into account. The first beind that the sith`s lightsaber hilt was longer, due to it being half of a doublebladed saber. Another important point was that Drenn was holding both lightsabers at the bottom, for the grip on a doublebladed lightsaber is in the exact middle of the hilt, meaning that upon separation, both of his hands will be hlding the hilts at their bottom point, while the hold hand is actually wrapped around the hilt. This is important because such a grip provides for better and faster manueverability.

From this analysis we can easily conclude that while the jedi has to twirl his saber underneath Drenn`s arm and also has to go a longer way to reach it`s target, all the sith has to do is perform a simple ad fast downward movement, with which he would at least cut off the wrist of his opponent. Such a slash would be easily performed, as the right hand saber of the crusader was stationary prior to this and his hand is stretched out in a forward diagonal, making it easy to perform the said downward slash.

While the togruta`s right handed lightsaber performed that slash, which would most probably cut his enemy`s arm off at some point, before he would be able to conclude even the first part of his attack, Drenn would also act with his left hand lightsaber. It having missed it`s initial target, he would simply aim it for the part of the enemy`s body that was in range. That being the jedi`s right side, Drenn simply pulled his lightsaber back a notch and then thrust it forwards, aiming it for the upper right side of the jedi`s chest.

Drenn could see the conclusion of the duel, for even if the jedi was somehow able to avoid the slash for his wrist, it would be hard for him to also avoid the incoming jabbing attack, for the sith had taken note of the jedi`s quick stepping backwards and if he attempted that, or anything of the sort, Drenn would react quickly from his stationary position. Keeping in mind that the jedi had been surprisingly well avoiding the attacks so far, the crusader began channeling the force through himself, just in case this battle was to be prolonged some more.

 

[GABA]

Desta threw her weight onto her right leg as she brought her body to a halt. The Darth had jumped back at an angle to avoid her strike; she could feel the Force begin to twist around the Darth, beckoning to his own will. She had a feeling he was going to toy with her, or worse, try to pull what he pulled on her earlier. Her brow furrowed with thought and concentration as her mind prepared, bending her right knee, the Force flowed through her, the world around her slowing.

The sabers were an extension of herself, her left blade arm wrapped around her chest and she swung as she stepped forward. The power of the Force was released from the tip of her blade as it came around, cutting throw the pouring rain as it would strike the Darth’s midsection. With her other hand, she focused on his injured arm, giving it a sharp tug, using his pain to break his focus; she snapped her right blade back to her before leaping from her position at the Sith. Her left blade slashed upward cutting across the Sith’s midsection to his left shoulder, her right blade would come down on his left shoulder, cutting through his torso in the same direction as in which her left blade came up from.

 

[DeathToll]

Drenn had missed on both accounts, but then redirected his attacks. Since Tris' left side was bent back at the moment of Drenn's lightsabers original ignition, aimed at that out of reach left side and ducking right saber, Drenn had revealed his surprise and would then require adjustment to Tris' continueous backwards jogging. Distance was Drenn's enemy now...​

Tris' eye's widened as his saber found Drenn's left saber, instead of wrist, much closer to his right than he had anticipated; as he had overconfidently underestimated the length of the Sith's hilts, and thus slapping at area now filled with red light. Since the Sith need not extened his arm as far as Tris had anticipated, the Sith would not present his wrist at the location Tris aimed for but rather his saber. Tris, however, continued his retreating steps back; as the Sith's right arm was denied its reach due to the nature of its crossing impediment as well as its aim for Tris' saber (which was still out before him) and not his dipping and retreating shoulder, and the Sith's left saber (in it's new reach to Tris' right) made it easier for Tris' own to find it (as Tris' saber was kept between the two combatants in tight motion). Tris' right side had been in reach of Drenn's left blade (which was orignally aimed for Tris' left), not Drenn's right blade, but was kept safe in this instance of continued backwards motion.

Tris still managed a similar tight clockwise rotation (6 o'clock to 3 o'clock), as intended, though only in a defensive swirl that would lift Drenn's left saber and throw both of Drenn's tangled arms away past Tris' right. Tris would switch off of his stepping foot and rebound in the opposite direction simultaneously. He'd skip into an armless wheel through the air, completing a single side-flip diagonally (so as to remain in a constant state of facing the Sith with saber in hand) up onto the downed tree shaft for the higher ground.

 

[Black Noise]

Inanio could see the Jedi push through Force Speed, enhancing her prowess and turning her body into a blur. He would need to act immediately. Snapping up his uninjured arm, he brought around his blade and Tutaminis with it. Blocking the extension of the Force through her blade. Suddenly, the tug on his injured arm almost brought his mind out of focus. It was only slightly painful, snapping his shoulder out of socket, not nearly painful enough to break his focus in the Force. Inanio's limb was nearly severed already and his nerves were dead, shut off by Inanio during his previous 'healing' of the wound. The pain he felt was from the pull created by the sections of his shoulder still operable.*

His injured arm was not totally gone, and Inanio could move it as well as run the Force through it. He could not, however, grip anything or put any sort of pressure behind any strike he would make with the arm. But it was not totally useless, not yet. As she came in for the redoubled attack, Inanio made his move. Focusing thread the Force, he momentarily debated using Force Breach and Tutaminis, but discarded the idea. While possible with his gathered strength, Inanio knew that doing such a combo would completely shut him off from using any other, minor powers. Instead, he switched to a toned down version of Suppression. Only suppressing her senses and the absolute basic powers such as speed, Telekinesis, sight and sense.*

Flashing up his right blade, he crashed it into the Jedi's left blade while using a small, barrier like shield of Tutaminis around his now brought up left arm and shoulder as the right blade smashed into the barrier. Effectively blocking both strikes, but leaving absolutely no room for the weakened Sith to counter-attack. It would be abundantly clear to the Jedi that Inanio could not hold up the Tutaminis on his left arm for long. A continued pressing on the weakened Sith or another drawback and strike would break through the barrier. Inanio was weakened, and beginning to give up. Perhaps the Jedi was about to get the best of him.

 

[Radiwalker]

Having his hands pushed into the air, the togruta used the momentum to perform a backflip, getting some distance between him and the jedi. It was time for a change of tactics, it seemed the duel would be decided by who acts smarter and comes up with the better tactic. Drenn continued channeleing force powers, while reattaching his lightsabers, to form a doublebladed one. A change of strategy was in place.

The sith stood in a battle ready position, his legs spread just at the width of his shoulders, his right hand, holding the lightsaber, straight in front of his chest. He did not perform a single movement, after taking that position. The rain kept falling, the crismon red blade was steaming, but the sith was steady, eyes locked on his opponent, almost as if he was challenging the jedi to make the first move, while he just stood firm, channeling force energies, preparing for the precise moment to pounce.

 

[GABA]

There was a twinge in the Force, Desta felt the similar feeling of grogginess come over her, however, she was more prepared this round and she was still able to function. She felt the clash of her blade, absorbing the vibrations with the Force, sparks flew as the plasma beam rubbed against the metal sword. Her other blade did not make contact with the Darth’s shoulder; she concluded he was using the Force to shield his shoulder from her second blade. He did not counter attack.

Desta snapped her right blade threw the Darth’s neck as she ripped her left blade out from beneath his metal sword, sending a rain of sparks quickly calmed by the dying rainstorm. She stepped back, bringing her blade through, her body twisting in step as she brought herself to his left unarmored corner.

 

[DeathToll]

Streams of rain coiled down Tris' wet locks hanging over his eyes, staring right back at his opponent. Though different, they were equal in skill thus far. Something would have to offset the balance. A certain satisfaction settle in this cocky Jedi that the Sith had attempted at him with his staff, then parted sabers, and now again with staff remade. His efforts were being foiled, same as Tris. Though now there was a clear shift in approach on both their parts. They were as two sides of the same coin, opposites so similar it made Tris promise to himself he would emerge the better. He never was one of the normal kind of Jedi.

And then, the rain that fell suddenly sparkled in a puff as Tris burst away from that spot and into a sprint along he shaft of the tree. Running down to its base, Tris began these two warriors' final act of engagement.

 

[Black Noise]

Inanio allowed his tutaminis to shatter, fully focusing his concentration to his Suppression of her senses and speed, his movements, and telekinesis. As Desta's blade cut through his arm and should, he ducked his head to the side to dodge the lblade when it came towards his neck, causing it to go over his head. He lunged his entire body as he did and pushed off Desta's saber with his blade. Desta's blade easily and clearly sliced through Inanio's shoulder and arm, completely severing off his injured arm into two pieces. However, even as Desta's blade cut through Inanio's arm, he drew upon Telekinesis.

The blade Inanio had dropped earlier, the one he had backed away from deliberately, the one Desta carelessly stepped over and left. It flew from its position with blinding speed, piercing Desta through the back and through her heart as she cut off Inanio's arm. The blade was pulled and angled to stab with Desta's body, so that her movement to the side would only further the accurate aim of the blade as it ripped through the flesh one her back and came out the other side. In addition, the blade kept completely out of her peripheral vision to prevent the miracle of her catching a glimpse of it through the blinding rain. She would not sense the blade coming nor sense Inanio's usage of Force Telekinesis with her senses fully silenced by Suppression. Inanio had abandoned his arm and a large chunk of his shoulder, and he would be thoroughly exhausted with this complicated move, but it would not miss.

 

[Radiwalker]

It seemed that for the first time in the fight the jedi was making the first move, instead of waiting passively and concentrating on counter attacking. Drenn found that both intriguing and enthralling, as he had decided to adjust his battle plan. The togruta didn`t burst into a charge himself. Unlike most sith, who would rush to continue the battle, striking vicsiously with hatred and anger, this crusader, slowly, rather calmly, with a strange smile on his face, a firm grip on his weapon and great resolve deep inside his eyes, simply turned in his spot to face the sprinting opponent, both lightsaber and the force ready to be used. In the next following minutes the battle would finally be resolved.

 

[GABA]

The Force was dwindling downwards around the Sith, Desta could feel it as the tutaminis shattered, her blade about to remove his head, but the Darth ducked forward, her blade missing his neck. His fall would not be perfect, though her blade would miss his neck entirely, that wasn’t the same for his shoulder. The smell of flesh was not easily dampened by the light rain shower that continued to fall on them.

The Sith was exhausted, but desperate, Desta could feel him pull on her senses and there was something amiss in the Force. She pivoted counterclockwise, the Force guiding her actions, her blades, and the extension of herself as she met a familiar blade with her own. The force in which she hit it threw the blade off its lazy trajectory, sending it back to its grave in the mud. Desta swiftly turned to the Darth both blades pointed at him and spoke, leaning over the beaten man.

“This fight is over. You have loss, you will surrender.”