Dance of the Acrobats [Closed]

[Kazuya]

((Canon, Saber/Saber-staff only, Non-death match))

Melhi pulled himself too his feet from where he had been kneeling on the ground in the dueling ring. Though he had arrived early, he was waiting for the little frightened thing that he had been on a few missions with. It was interesting, but they had agreed to duel each other so that they could learn from each other. They had agreed that it would not be a death match. Melhi wanted to see the little thing in action, since he was slightly in awe that Sniktch surprisingly hadn’t died yet when he seemed so frightened all the time.

The Elomin stared at his lightsabers, a frown was set deeply in his face. He didn’t know why, but he was getting fed up with his master’s old saber that he had claimed as his own. It was old… maybe that was why? He picked it up and stared at it, igniting the blade. The blaze of red was one he had become used to, but still… Melhi sighed. “Dull…” He muttered, lips lingering on the ‘l’ and swung it in a circle a few times before also picking up and igniting the smaller blade. The hums they made together were pleasant to his ears, and he spun them a few more times before extinguishing them again and hooking them to their homes his belt.

“Come on little Jawa, don’t keep me waiting.” He hummed and leaned against one of the walls next to the door so that he wouldn’t be seen upon immediately entering the room, wondering if he would manage to frighten the thing before the duel even began for a little entertainment.

 

[Orphen]

Snikch entered the arena, he was a bundle of nerves, although he'd agreed to duel Melhi, he'd done so reluctantly and somewhat out of suprise, and a healthy unwant to have been beaten right there and then by the Scary Sith Acolyte. Though, through this was the desire to fight, and win. In the training temple, Snikch was known for a couple of deaths of assorted cocky Acolytes that wouldn't have gotten anywhere.

Deep down, Snikch lived for the first colomn, and often threw himself into the meat grinder to prove it. The face he wasn't dead yet meant he had potential. Somewhere underneath his freightened, scared exterior.

"S-sorry i'm late" He said moving into the dueling arena. Moving to all fours seemlessly similar to that of a bear he took a couple of running leaps to directly in front of his opponent before standing up straight again. "Shall we b-begin this then?" He said, the nervousness in his voice could be felt. Sith tended not to fight in a non-lethal manner, but they had established that this fight would not be to the death.

Snikch pulled his lightsaber off his back. The Saberstaff was generally hitched over a shoulder with a leather band that attached at either end of the handle. Wraping that band around the hild made the grip. And Snikch assumed a slightly imperfect. Kind of ameatureish stance of Ataru. Snikch looked up to his opponent as he switched his lightsaber on. 'Bzzzzht! Vrrrm!' It roared. The raw, volcanic blades extended. And he faced down Melhi.

"So, a-are you ready?" Snikch asked, somewhat politely

 

[Kazuya]

Melhi rolled his eyes a little at the apology the Jawa gave and pushed of from the wall with on of his feet so that he was standing straight again before flipping away from it and in to the open space available to them. “You’re not that late you know.” He muttered, a little disappointed that he hadn’t been able to spook the Jawa. He pulled his lightsabers from his belt, and held them loosely as he watched Snikch pull out his saberstaff.

It was admittedly beginning to get annoying that Snikch still showed such fear all the time. He loved it, but at the same time it was disconcerting. Why on earth would such a seemingly panicky being be a sith? Inwardly he grumbled about it before finally deciding that it might be in his best interests to treat their duel like a death match. If he could accomplish it, he would kill him to remove the weak from the ranks of the Sith. Weakness would not be accepted.

The two lightsabers flared to life with their common static hum as Melhi too took on the lightsaber stance that he had become most familiar with. The form, that mostly mimicked the one that Snikch held, though his had been altered for his two blades. It caused a slight crossing the contrasting colored blades slightly at their tips, which made the area seem a purple hue.

“Perfectly, ready, Snikch.” Melhi’s voice held a slightly dangerous tone that he was sure the Jawa had never heard before, or at least certainly never aimed at him. It was the tone Melhi used with enemies, and those he wanted to destroy, and Snikch had never been in one of those categories before.

 

[Orphen]

Snikch used this downtime to grip his body with the force, wrapping his legs on the outside and the in, supporting them, strengthening them, and gripping the ground harder. It took some focus, but he could use force speed. And now was the chance he had to put it into place.

In Snikchs' mind, the scared little Jawa persona that was often at the front of his personality suddenly felt a choking sensation, followed up by a lightsaber quartering it and force push being used to skatter the pieces as the camera would zoom in on the change of facial structure on Snikchs' face.

For a picosecond, Snikch's stance hardened. He saw the murderous resolve within Melhi, and he was about to meet it with his own. Snikch blurred into movement. A speed and dexterity foreign through most of the sith, and even the Jedi temple as He rocketed toward his opponent. Moving so quickly he was closer than he appeared. Holding the saberstaff in one hand at his back, he jumped spining 440 degrees. Brining the two blades down on him heavily three times in a single rapid movement.

As the blades came down the volcanic splashing drops of lightsaber energy also spreyed out on some angles. Snikch, two handing suddenly and putting more force into the final heavy hit of the three hoped to knock him back and stand off. So he knew this was serious time... a quick look at the real Snikch.

"Excellent..." he said without fear, but with a bloodthirsty murderous apetite, his fear, replaced with raw hunger... A blindingly powerful emotion to be sure.

 

[Kazuya]

The sudden change in his smaller companion threw Melhi off, and he found himself being pushed backwards as he deflected the attacks. Melhi disliked having to backstep, and it wasn’t a common thing for him to do, but in his complete shock he allowed it. He had never expected that he would ever be startled by the little Jawa. Eyes wide, he deflected the attacks as best he could, hissing as a few drops of lightsaber energy sprayed down on him.

“ You’re…” Melhi paused, giddiness replacing his shock, trying to think of a word to describe Snikch. Was it possible that everything he had seen until now had all been an act? It seemed so… doubtful, the fear that he had felt many times from him had been so real. It could not have just been an act, but here was the truth. Snikch had a darkness in him that equaled his, if not overpowered it.

“ You’re… interesting.” He hissed, swinging his lightsabers loosely, before spinning, feet drawing circles on the floor. Melhi slashed at him in a controlled manor with both of his blades, before using his blue one in one great swoop under his arm to go directly down towards the jawa’s chest.

 

[Orphen]

The jawa took a quick vault back as the lightsaber of his opponent wizzed overtop of him. planting on his hand he used forcepush to throw himself up in the air, coming down on his opponent with voracious force. he aimed to slam his lightsaber down on his opponents guard. Though this in itself was a feint. As he would collide with the siths sabers he would use the force of the blow to flip backward and use the other end of the saber to slash horizontally at his opponents toreso.

Following it up with a focused forcepush to try and prevent any followups... There was a flaw in this plan however. A dodge. Where his lightsaber would clash dramatically to the ground setting sparks flying out. He'd flip backwards quickly guarding his back with his saberstaff before using forcepush.

Whichever course of action was taken. Snikch had yet to use his secret weapon. Though the tail would only strike at the prime opportune moment.

 

[Kazuya]

Immediately when the Jawa began his descent, Melhi brought up her red lightsaber and blocked it, with a grimace. Even though the Snikch was very small, having the full weight of his opponent on his blade was something that was slightly difficult. He hissed, and pulled backwards and to the left, turning and bending as he moved away from the threatening blades that now slashed at his torso, jumping upwards and forwards to land behind his opponent with force jump. However, he wasn’t completely unscathed. The blades managed to catch in his robes, scorching them.


From above his opponent, he dived towards him deactivating his blade and hooking it to his belt, gripping his longer red blade with two hands. He aimed a force push down on his opponent to block him if he were to attempt to jump to reach his height. He kicked his feet at Snikch’s face as he spun over him in the air, his saber spinning horizontally until his hands hit the floor and it deactivated as he sprung from his handstand to a standing position.

 

[Orphen]

Snikch turned as the foot came for the side of his head, though too little too late the foot connected with the side of the jawas face, causing him to spin and ultimately roll with the momentum of the blow. Snikch as he rolled over his shoulder the second time left the ground regaining his footing as fresh blood fell from his nose. Snikch was NOT used to taking blows. Not hard ones, though he was pretty good at minimalising the samage from them.

Circling his opponent, and looking for an opening. grabbing the saberstaff with one hand, he plugged a small power chord into it from a small powerpack at his back. Allowing the blades to glow even brighter and with more power. The retro saber action was there to almost negate most strength advantages from average humanoids against the small Jawa. With the smile gifted from the devil himself he attacked head-on! Fire in his eyes as he came cloder to his opponent. Force speed increasing his already olympic speed as two crescent slashes aimed at either side of melhi. Intending to rip out either side of his opponents' kidneys! a dark and powerful hunger washing over his senses.

 

[Kazuya]

Melhi snickered. Although he could not see the Jawa’s face, he could tell that his kick had managed to draw blood from his opponent’s face. And, that was something that pleased him immensely. Drawing blood was always something that he enjoyed, and could continue to enjoy. Drawing blood as something that always managed to fuel him more than a regular fight would.

Watching the moves of Snikch, Melhi’s eyes narrowed with the difference in power that the blades suddenly began to show. Melhi didn’t like that. He frowned at this new predicament, having to quickly produce his own force speed to just barely spin out of the way of his opponents blades where they left long angry red lines. For once, Melhi was pleased that the weapons that they were using were lighsabers, because if they had been plane metal or steel, they would have made a worse wound than the welts. The Elomin hissed in pain and brought up his blades to again crash into Snikch’s blades, before spinning his longer one held in his right hand towards his opponents left shoulder.

 

[Orphen]

The Sith Melhi took a large sum of burns to his body when he blocked sniks' blade so ready with his block as the liquid plasma rained down upon the front of his opponent. They were both meant to be acrobats, but thus far Snikch was yet to see Melhi be particularly acrobatic. As he stabbed for Snikch's shoulder Snikch drew back the second blade from melhi and span it in the counter direction of melhis' strike. Spinning his body aswell to speed up the motion and narrowly blocking the strike to the other side...

{thumpthump...thumpthump}

Snikch could feel Mehi's heartbeat as time seemed to slow to a crawl in that instant. Melhi had made the grave mistake of widening his guard to either side of snikch. Snikch's eyes were the target, the Elomin's chest looked, delectible.

=Strike=

He made the mental command, and as fast as a chameleons tongue Snikch's tought tail whippied out from around his waist as if it had been coiled like a whip this entire time. Striking out of melhi's barely exposed chest in a microsecond, almost as fast as the neural impulses could go from his mind to his hand, the two meter tail would go from snikch's waist to Melhi's chest. Though Snikch woul restrain it from a lethal blow. He held his guard up, as the tail striked from low, it would completely undercut his opponent's two sabers.