Happy Friday

[Master Maverick]

Spoiler: Insoulent's post

This new style relied heavily on his physical strength, one he kept on top form, and also fast footwork, footwork he had trained to perfection. Though behind it all, it relied on his hands. Fast hands. He had cleared his head, knowing what he would do. He stood up, clearing his throat, and bowed low to his old Master. He kept his quiet and focused composure, looking at the direction of his Master. He knew his Master's style of fighting, and her first move would probably be to create distance between them, and keep on a defensive. So he'd have to compensate for this, by moving closer, and start an onslaught. He threw his hilt in the air, as it flung above his Master. He took a running start, "1...2...3..." he thought in his head, as he counted his steps, suddenly he jumped, letting the Force lift his legs, and he pushed himself high in the air. He had reached his hilt, which had almost reached its apex in the air, gripping it, releasing the snap-hiss to familiar with all Lightsabers, the green beam escaped its metal casing, and he went to reach for his Master's head.

He missed. His strike went right between the space of her montrals. No matter, as he didn't expect his first strike to land, quite the contrary, he needed something as a distraction, for a second at least. He landed behind her. He did a quick 360-turn, striking her light ribcage from his own left side, but she should went to block his first move. It was to be expected, she was a Master of Defense, and he knew it well. But, as she blocked his move, he quickly sent his other arm to grab the hilt, and quickly spun back again, this time striking her right side, bringing with him more power behind the strike. This one was a bit harder to block, but his old Master moved to block the second strike. though was a bit taken with Arkantos' natural strength. Surprising, but Arkantos couldn't spare her any time, none at all. He turned back around, but this time, bringing the saber down low, himself ducking, and went to strike at her legs, a sweeping move. His constant movement, his aggressiveness in this fight was surely showing, he couldn't let his Master move away if he wanted an advantage over her, which is what he needed if he wanted to best his opponent. She easily jumped over it, though narrowly missing a strike to the legs. As she went to land, he stoop up, taking a step back, and then bringing forward a downward strike with his left hand, his dominant hand. His Master blocked the downwards saber with a horizontal block above her head. They appeared in a lock of sabers, as both parties struggled to overpower the other.

It was a surprise, but more than fitting. Her old Apprentice must have learned something new since their time together. Bowing back, only her head as she didn't care to move in an exaggerated manner. It was also the only real way she touted her rank; not bowing as deeply as those below her. Of course that barely crossed and she was, more or less, simply being lazy. Nevertheless, the spar would start off with quite the bang.

His little trick reminded her of so many other fancy tricks. It would have been more than easy to push him off balance, make him fall on his face. Instead she allowed the attack, wanting to see what he was made of, but also to give Guhoo and Tytos a chance to see his skills. Of course it would showcase her own skill with a blade.

The strength behind his strikes was jarring. She was simply not expecting him to have bulked up so much, so quickly. A grunt sounded at the second strike, and the sweep had to be dodged else she would have been hit. The overhead strike was simply too quick to dodge like she would have liked. Thus, they were locked. Her jaw clenched, but she did not bare her teeth. Instead she found her center, fostering the peace within her.

As the moments passed, holding her blade up against the weight of his own became easier. The energy had shifted and was now concentrated within her arms. She would most certainly feel the effects later, but she wanted to show the young man to not be so arrogant and assume strength by size.

Almost easily his blade was flicked off her own. With a twist of her wrists, her blade was now pointed towards his throat, the heat still intense despite the weakened setting. However, she would be sorely outmaneuvered, His body was already to her left side, completely out of the way of her counter. It was a good move, of course, but hardly game-ending.

His blade came sweeping across to her torso, from his right to left. In her previous position it would be aimed at her back. However, she was not so immobile. Twisting her body, her blade pointing downwards, she parried the strike to slow it, if only slightly, but more to use its momentum and power to move herself and spin out of range of the strike. The sizzle of burning cloth could be heard as her skirt billowed out in the fast spin, snapping in protest. When she faced him again, her left arm stretched out to emit a burst of energy towards her former Apprentice. Her montrals allowed for his placement to be known despite her eyes facing the wrong direction. Nothing to speak of the Force as well. As such, her left arm had to cross her body to catch his movement to her side. It caught him in the chest merely as a strong punch, knocking him back and some air out of him. It wouldn't hurt too much, at least not immediately. Either way, it was only to gain some distance and to have a break after the short, but intense, bout.

This time she wouldn't let him get so close, so quick. Looking down at her skirt, she eyed the burn mark. It was but a spot, but she raised an 'eyebrow' at him, a sign of deserved respect. With the lightsaber in her right hand pointing upwards with her elbow bent and the blade near her shoulder, her left hand was outstretched, palm downward and quite ready to utilize the Force on him. She wasn't going to make it easy this time. He got one last time. He'd have to work for it this time.

 

[TweedPawn]

Spoiler: derp

Raleigh was a true jedi, in all senses as it seemed, as no reputation seemed to precede him tough he felt this all right sense he was not someone to brag. Even as the former master to Minion and a new jedi who had grown to be talented individuals in their own right, Raleigh preferred a sense of humility. Knowing what the class was about but none the less wanting to greet his former padawan, Raleigh blew a loud whistle with a grin as he waved at Minion “hey there chewbacca, how you doing?!” Raleigh found it fun to give Minion the nickname to one of his people’s greatest heroes. Being out of outmost respect he held for all of his student, he treated them all as his foster children and tried hard to give into them his wisdom and skill without losing his temper even once or chastising them. Still he held an environment of strict discipline that would see his padawans to the sickbay a few times for training wounds. Not being able to hold the urge, he quickly walked over to bow down to his former student before taping his arm warmly “it’s been too long, how you are doing? I see you are to fight that guy I have only herd of his race but never seen it. They are more majestic in life” Raleigh said before bowing down respectfully to the malabus.

Raleigh would later apologize to Della fray for the slight delay to their sparring match but he had not seen Minion in some time so he wanted to make a quick catch up. Having given Della a good look before, he laughed internally at the fact that she remembered him of his current padawan. They both held an aura of peace and mindfulness, both dressed almost the same and they both looked like the cool kind of hippies aside from the racial differences. It was only a simple look that Raleigh needed to see the external information of her opponent and that she was not as physically as strong as he was, an advantage he would exploit. Still, Raleigh was not someone who underestimated his enemies and expected great power hidden in her peaceful form just like master Ashara did not seem the combative type at first sight.

Raleigh would be careful but would deafeningly enjoy the battle.

Della smiled happily at Rathru. He seemed overly formal towards her, and Della's cheeks blushed slightly. She was not used to being addressed so highly.

"Perhaps later, Rathru." she said with a gentle smile as she trotted towards Raleigh. She looked at him with her rabbit-like eyes. He was certainly a tough-looking fellow. He was the type who was obviously used to sparring. Della would need to confuse him somehow.

She was fast and silent. She could cloak herself easily in shadows and dim her signature in the force. She would have to blind Raleigh. Della immediately drew the Light into her. She made sure she was within her opponent's full view. She was immediate and dashed close to the Jedi. She then flashed brighter than a star, brighter than the shining tail of the rabbit, Gaunerei.

She would swiftly follow her brisk offense with a handful of spicy powder thrown at Raleigh's face. It was her first serious spar, she would hopefully make the right start.

 

[Sirocco]

Della smiled happily at Rathru. He seemed overly formal towards her, and Della's cheeks blushed slightly. She was not used to being addressed so highly.

"Perhaps later, Rathru." she said with a gentle smile as she trotted towards Raleigh. She looked at him with her rabbit-like eyes. He was certainly a tough-looking fellow. He was the type who was obviously used to sparring. Della would need to confuse him somehow.

She was fast and silent. She could cloak herself easily in shadows and dim her signature in the force. She would have to blind Raleigh. Della immediately drew the Light into her. She made sure she was within her opponent's full view. She was immediate and dashed close to the Jedi. She then flashed brighter than a star, brighter than the shining tail of the rabbit, Gaunerei.

She would swiftly follow her brisk offense with a handful of spicy powder thrown at Raleigh's face. It was her first serious spar, she would hopefully make the right start.

After talking with his former padawan, Raleigh stood ready to fight the fragile looking Della who deafeningly did not seem like the type of person to fight up front and personal. Raleigh was no stranger to overcoming limitations and expected for Della to fight in an unorthodox manner. Raleigh was not one to underestimate his opponents so he was expecting her to use the force to mirror the title he thought he heard about her: the rabbit.

Sensing the tension Della felt in her mind and emotions, do doubt asking herself how he was going to overcome his superior physical power Raleigh called on the force to enchase his mind and body almost by instinct. As the force flowed rapidly into him and time and space started to move slower to him he sensed that Della was equally if not slightly more skilled in the abilities he used. Using battle precognition and empathy, Raleigh sensed the thought of her charge just for a micro second before it happened taking on account her use of force speed. Raleigh did not allow himself the luxury of wandering what she was planning because of how fast she would reach him but her sudden charge allowed for an easy counter. Calling the force into his arms, he used the kinetic power Della build on herself with her tremendous speed to blast her head on with a strong force push that would hurt much more as Della rammed into it. Suddenly however, Raleigh’s eyes were assaulted by a bright light that felt like someone had sucker punched him right in the eyes as Della would have flown off after ramming into his kinetic blast. Being wise enough to close his eyes half a second after being assaulted, Raleigh avoided long term blindness by closing his eyes and moving to his arm to shield his eyes. If able throwing the pepper even as she was shoved back by his telekinetic blast, the sound of the dust would alert him to blindly push whatever she threw right at her with a less forceful and more technical force push. Still, Raleigh would not able to see anything but a large white spot for several hours, long enough for a counter attack. Realizing this great disadvantage gave Della the time to counter once she recovered from his attack; he pulled out his training saber and stood firm in an active meditative state as he called on the force and his other senses to aid him in his blindness. This trial would surely put into action his years of farming and cooking with his eyes closed and both mind and the force open to rely less on his eyes and more on the his other senses. Raleigh would suddenly have a very slight irritation from even the slightest particle of the dust he was not able to push away back at Della, he was blind and his force senses could only tell him so much about something so small.

Even with muffled coughing and slight gagging, Raleigh was alert and hopeful the blindness would fade soon. Raleigh stood in a defensive pose that would work with his waiting and listening.

 

[Insoulent]

Spoiler: Master Maverick's post

It was a surprise, but more than fitting. Her old Apprentice must have learned something new since their time together. Bowing back, only her head as she didn't care to move in an exaggerated manner. It was also the only real way she touted her rank; not bowing as deeply as those below her. Of course that barely crossed and she was, more or less, simply being lazy. Nevertheless, the spar would start off with quite the bang.

His little trick reminded her of so many other fancy tricks. It would have been more than easy to push him off balance, make him fall on his face. Instead she allowed the attack, wanting to see what he was made of, but also to give Guhoo and Tytos a chance to see his skills. Of course it would showcase her own skill with a blade.

The strength behind his strikes was jarring. She was simply not expecting him to have bulked up so much, so quickly. A grunt sounded at the second strike, and the sweep had to be dodged else she would have been hit. The overhead strike was simply too quick to dodge like she would have liked. Thus, they were locked. Her jaw clenched, but she did not bare her teeth. Instead she found her center, fostering the peace within her.

As the moments passed, holding her blade up against the weight of his own became easier. The energy had shifted and was now concentrated within her arms. She would most certainly feel the effects later, but she wanted to show the young man to not be so arrogant and assume strength by size.

Almost easily his blade was flicked off her own. With a twist of her wrists, her blade was now pointed towards his throat, the heat still intense despite the weakened setting. However, she would be sorely outmaneuvered, His body was already to her left side, completely out of the way of her counter. It was a good move, of course, but hardly game-ending.

His blade came sweeping across to her torso, from his right to left. In her previous position it would be aimed at her back. However, she was not so immobile. Twisting her body, her blade pointing downwards, she parried the strike to slow it, if only slightly, but more to use its momentum and power to move herself and spin out of range of the strike. The sizzle of burning cloth could be heard as her skirt billowed out in the fast spin, snapping in protest. When she faced him again, her left arm stretched out to emit a burst of energy towards her former Apprentice. Her montrals allowed for his placement to be known despite her eyes facing the wrong direction. Nothing to speak of the Force as well. As such, her left arm had to cross her body to catch his movement to her side. It caught him in the chest merely as a strong punch, knocking him back and some air out of him. It wouldn't hurt too much, at least not immediately. Either way, it was only to gain some distance and to have a break after the short, but intense, bout.

This time she wouldn't let him get so close, so quick. Looking down at her skirt, she eyed the burn mark. It was but a spot, but she raised an 'eyebrow' at him, a sign of deserved respect. With the lightsaber in her right hand pointing upwards with her elbow bent and the blade near her shoulder, her left hand was outstretched, palm downward and quite ready to utilize the Force on him. She wasn't going to make it easy this time. He got one last time. He'd have to work for it this time.

Arkantos grinned, as his face reflected the green light from his lightsaber. It seemed his Master wasn't intimated by his strength, and for good reason. He felt the push from the togruntan Jedi Master, knocking Arkantos back a few steps out from the saber lock. But as she moved to strike at him, he quickly side stepped, keeping with him a constant fast movement, something he'd have to rely on for now. He moved enough to reach behind her now, good. He went for a quick slash at her back, first her left, and then her right. His first strike was easily blocked, as she moved away from the second strike, as he simply sliced the empty air where she once stood. She now was turned back around, and quickly sent out a push of the Force. It rammed right into his chest, as it knocked him back some feet, while his feet slid on the floor. Mid-slide, he quickly regained his footing, tightening his leg muscles. The momentum of his previous attack was gone, as he noticed her hand out. He knew her style, and this was something he was more familiar with. His Master could utilize the Force, as well as she could utilize defensive techniques. Actually, the two, to her, were one in the same. It made her much more of a difficult opponent, as she was the living embodiment of defense being the best offense. Her blade pointing up and back behind her. He smiled, and nodded, acknowledging his slight mark on her robing.

Arkantos' style, even raw, was holding up well to his Master. He was quite proud of himself, it seemed all his hard work would pay off. Maybe not today, but simply wanted an indicator and that mark was it. He'd have to move in closer. Another aerial attack was too predictable now, he knew his Master would counter it easier, so he'd have to catch her by surprise. He nodded once again, to inform his Master he'd begin his next move, and then send his palm out in the direction of the floor under his Master. The Force built up instantly in his palm, and he released it, sending it to the floor. She stepped back, but Arkantos was truly eager to test his style out again. As she stepped back, Arkantos himself ran forward. In that second, Arkantos had already moved three paces forward, enough to be in Arkantos' range of attack. In the strides forward, Arkantos spun the hilt in his left hand, gaining momentum, and quickly sliced up the mid-section of his Master, but she once again stepped back, the blade barely missing her face. As Arkantos' hand moved up, and above his head, his Master once again released another push of the force, this time a bit harder, and once again on his chest.

Arkantos fell on his back, and nearly lost the grip of his saber. But he didn't have enough time to re-act. He had to move, and quickly. He rolled back, getting on his knees, and then moved forward to close the gap between he and his Master. He couldn't use a frontal attack either, as his Master would simply push him back if he stayed in place or moved forward or backwards. So, his only viable option: move left and right. He then moved again, this time side-stepping to her right. He knew her saber would be at her right, and he needed to keep away from her ability to use the Force, only then could he keep in her close vicinity. As he side-stepped, he would move in a little closer to her range. If he kept moving right, his Master would be too focused to keep up with his movements, and still out of reach from her hand. But he couldn't move too fast, as he'd be caught right in the range of her force abilities. As his Master turned to face the Jedi Knight, he released a flurry of three strikes, all aiming at her right side from top to bottom: her head, her shoulder, and her knee, all in a falling cascade of attacks. He knew if she defended, she'd move back to face him after the strike, and then he'd once again move forward. Luckily, his style took the bait of defensive users like this, and it seeked to overpower them as quickly as possible, since prolonging his endurance would tire him quickly, a toll that he would soon have to pay.

 

[TweedPawn]

Spoiler: post

After talking with his former padawan, Raleigh stood ready to fight the fragile looking Della who deafeningly did not seem like the type of person to fight up front and personal. Raleigh was no stranger to overcoming limitations and expected for Della to fight in an unorthodox manner. Raleigh was not one to underestimate his opponents so he was expecting her to use the force to mirror the title he thought he heard about her: the rabbit.

Sensing the tension Della felt in her mind and emotions, do doubt asking herself how he was going to overcome his superior physical power Raleigh called on the force to enchase his mind and body almost by instinct. As the force flowed rapidly into him and time and space started to move slower to him he sensed that Della was equally if not slightly more skilled in the abilities he used. Using battle precognition and empathy, Raleigh sensed the thought of her charge just for a micro second before it happened taking on account her use of force speed. Raleigh did not allow himself the luxury of wandering what she was planning because of how fast she would reach him but her sudden charge allowed for an easy counter. Calling the force into his arms, he used the kinetic power Della build on herself with her tremendous speed to blast her head on with a strong force push that would hurt much more as Della rammed into it. Suddenly however, Raleigh’s eyes were assaulted by a bright light that felt like someone had sucker punched him right in the eyes as Della would have flown off after ramming into his kinetic blast. Being wise enough to close his eyes half a second after being assaulted, Raleigh avoided long term blindness by closing his eyes and moving to his arm to shield his eyes. If able throwing the pepper even as she was shoved back by his telekinetic blast, the sound of the dust would alert him to blindly push whatever she threw right at her with a less forceful and more technical force push. Still, Raleigh would not able to see anything but a large white spot for several hours, long enough for a counter attack. Realizing this great disadvantage gave Della the time to counter once she recovered from his attack; he pulled out his training saber and stood firm in an active meditative state as he called on the force and his other senses to aid him in his blindness. This trial would surely put into action his years of farming and cooking with his eyes closed and both mind and the force open to rely less on his eyes and more on the his other senses. Raleigh would suddenly have a very slight irritation from even the slightest particle of the dust he was not able to push away back at Della, he was blind and his force senses could only tell him so much about something so small.

Even with muffled coughing and slight gagging, Raleigh was alert and hopeful the blindness would fade soon. Raleigh stood in a defensive pose that would work with his waiting and listening.

It wasn't the first time Della had been hit so hard by a force push, it was a painful refresher. However, she was willing to roll with the bounce, noting that her spicy powder had not fully reached its intended target. Della felt herself hit the ground with a a tumble and used the momentum to roll onto her feet running. It was like watching a rolling ball suddenly bounce again.

Her opponent was blinded, that was good. But she wasn't done with confusing him yet. She waited for him to pull his saber out before releasing the highest pitched scream she could muster. It would possibly hurt the ears of the other participants, but there would be apologies later. If Della could remove more senses from Raleigh, then she would have the upper hand needed to strike.

The screaming technique would be followed by Della once again minimizing her presence in the Force. With any luck, he would be deaf and blind. Della finally charged for her attack.

A popular sport on Sacul was boxing. There were many forms of fisticuffs and the plains people were known for using their powerful legs to score a heavy blow to ribs and hips. Della, however, was quite short. Her kick wouldn't reach the ribs. Della had a powerful knee going straight for Raleigh's groin.

 

[Sirocco]

It wasn't the first time Della had been hit so hard by a force push, it was a painful refresher. However, she was willing to roll with the bounce, noting that her spicy powder had not fully reached its intended target. Della felt herself hit the ground with a a tumble and used the momentum to roll onto her feet running. It was like watching a rolling ball suddenly bounce again.

Her opponent was blinded, that was good. But she wasn't done with confusing him yet. She waited for him to pull his saber out before releasing the highest pitched scream she could muster. It would possibly hurt the ears of the other participants, but there would be apologies later. If Della could remove more senses from Raleigh, then she would have the upper hand needed to strike.

The screaming technique would be followed by Della once again minimizing her presence in the Force. With any luck, he would be deaf and blind. Della finally charged for her attack.

A popular sport on Sacul was boxing. There were many forms of fisticuffs and the plains people were known for using their powerful legs to score a heavy blow to ribs and hips. Della, however, was quite short. Her kick wouldn't reach the ribs. Della had a powerful knee going straight for Raleigh's groin.

Raleigh waited for her to act as his tears ran down his face in act of the bodies’ auto defense system that was designed to wash away any dirt and make the eyes feel better. He waited for her to act as his eyesight was slowly getting better while he blinked once or twice to help with his recuperation. It was then as his peripheral vision came back to him that she screamed at the top of her lounges in hopes to hurt his hearing which would have worked if it was used with the dark side force technique. Instead it was but a minor nuisance especially at the distance they were in, adding with the fact that he had worked with engines almost as loud as she was in his farming days when he kept the machines running. Alas, what followed was brilliant as she cloaked herself in the force and charged him while going for a groin kick. It was always a fact that men where sensitive in the groin and a powerful kick from a strong male would incapacitate another male kill them even in extreme circumstances. What Dela did not realize was that she was not strong enough to break passing his defense physically. Upon a micro of a second when he felt her leg pushing pass his robes and into his groin, Raleigh griped her leg with full force with his legs before she could make full impact before calling in the force to erect a powerful force bubble around them. She had walked right into a trap. “got you” Raleigh said blindly as every second he regained his sight bit by bit.

Making sure she did not scream again, the very second he erected the protection bubble to trap her inside himself, he attempted to pull her in with his free arm and head butted her in the face to stagger her before cutting her across her belly with a power cut and a snarl of pure fury with his training saber if he was able to do his brutal faint. His snarling and fury was both the excitement of battle and how unique she was, and to fight pass the pain as a birth righted warrior.

For those who knew who Raleigh and Della was, they could have seen nothing short to a battle between a rabbit and a wolf, both battling in their preferred form and both struggling against each other.

 

[Chrispy Dee]

Jake smiled at the Jedi named Saul infront of him, and gave him a friendly bow of his head, before summoning his lightsaber to his hand, the shoto still attached where it was. He would draw it if necessary, and show his fellow jedi a few tricks. The man infront of him was not in the physical form Jake was, although would not be underestimated. Jake knew Saul breifly, and had heard good things about him. A fast and agile fighter. And there was indeed the fact that he was here in this room, which told jake enough. This would be fun, and h was sure he could experiment and learn. That was after all the meaning of all this.

He ignited his acid green blade, and took on a standart Soresu stance. He took a look at his surroundings, noting everything that could be useful during the fight. When he had finally memorized every inch of their arena, he cracked his neck, and glanced at Saul

"I am ready when you are. Let's have some fun"

 

[Master Maverick]

Spoiler: Insoulent's Post

Arkantos' style, even raw, was holding up well to his Master. He was quite proud of himself, it seemed all his hard work would pay off. Maybe not today, but simply wanted an indicator and that mark was it. He'd have to move in closer. Another aerial attack was too predictable now, he knew his Master would counter it easier, so he'd have to catch her by surprise. He nodded once again, to inform his Master he'd begin his next move, and then send his palm out in the direction of the floor under his Master. The Force built up instantly in his palm, and he released it, sending it to the floor. She stepped back, but Arkantos was truly eager to test his style out again. As she stepped back, Arkantos himself ran forward. In that second, Arkantos had already moved three paces forward, enough to be in Arkantos' range of attack. In the strides forward, Arkantos spun the hilt in his left hand, gaining momentum, and quickly sliced up the mid-section of his Master, but she once again stepped back, the blade barely missing her face. As Arkantos' hand moved up, and above his head, his Master once again released another push of the force, this time a bit harder, and once again on his chest.


Arkantos fell on his back, and nearly lost the grip of his saber. But he didn't have enough time to re-act. He had to move, and quickly. He rolled back, getting on his knees, and then moved forward to close the gap between he and his Master. He couldn't use a frontal attack either, as his Master would simply push him back if he stayed in place or moved forward or backwards. So, his only viable option: move left and right. He then moved again, this time side-stepping to her right. He knew her saber would be at her right, and he needed to keep away from her ability to use the Force, only then could he keep in her close vicinity. As he side-stepped, he would move in a little closer to her range. If he kept moving right, his Master would be too focused to keep up with his movements, and still out of reach from her hand. But he couldn't move too fast, as he'd be caught right in the range of her force abilities. As his Master turned to face the Jedi Knight, he released a flurry of three strikes, all aiming at her right side from top to bottom: her head, her shoulder, and her knee, all in a falling cascade of attacks. He knew if she defended, she'd move back to face him after the strike, and then he'd once again move forward. Luckily, his style took the bait of defensive users like this, and it seeked to overpower them as quickly as possible, since prolonging his endurance would tire him quickly, a toll that he would soon have to pay.

His tactics were impressive, she had to admit. At the very least they had improved, but that was only to be expected. Indeed, if they hadn't then she obviously did not do her job. But how much of that would be her responsibility? He was no longer her Apprentice and, thus, was no longer her responsibility.

The thoughts fluttered in her mind as she focused upon her concentration while watching him move around her. Any lesser sentient would have gotten dizzy, but she knew how to keep her equilibrium stable.

He was keeping to her saber side, her blade still in her right hand. Good. He knew better than to engage her so directly.

The two were still getting a feel for each other. It had been quite some time since they had sparred with one another and this was quite an exciting scenario in which to do so in. They were on display, in a way. Ashara had little to prove, but she wanted to prove she was not some old woman huddled away in the Archives reading endlessly the information which they stored. She could be a Jedi or action as much as the next. Despite her shortcomings with the art, she at least made up for it in other ways. Intelligence being but one.

His approach saw her blade come up, now with both hands grasping the hilt, to block her head. She misjudged the strength behind it, though, and was forced to parry the strike, spinning around the line new line she created. Her shoulder was the next to be defended, still moving away from his swinging blade. This time she was ready for the swing, her arms steeled against his might. It was in an effort to disrupt the momentum he was gathering and make him start over.

It managed to be marginally successful, but whether or not that was the low strike he performed or by her doing wasn't completely understood. While his momentum, and thus power, waned, hers increased. Her right arm, now solely in control of the saber, swung down to crash upon his own. A brilliant light erupted from the collision when her left hand found its way up, as she performed a quarter turn, to his solar plexus to emit an even stronger burst of energy than before. A simple push hadn't suited her for quite some time now, so a hard punch fought his body to have him expel the air he stored in his lungs while she, in a flourish, moved back to increase the space between the pair.

The blue blade was held low to her side, pointing behind her and towards the ground. Her left hand held parallel to the floor while her palm faced her former Apprentice. Not the most practical of stances, she knew. The only reason she held it is because she knew her opponent did not hold a ranged weapon she could not readily defend against with the Force or not immediately lethal.

Again, she waited for his approach and sticking true with her own personal philosophies even in this.

 

[Saul Perth]

Soresu, interesting, a defensive form to balance the offensive dual sabers, or simply a ploy to get me distracted, then draw the second blade?

Whatever the case may be, Saul decided to approach offensively, as Soresu was probably only trained as a side tool for a dual saber style. He decided that his best opener was a barrage of quick strikes. With attacks coming from all sides, his intent was to quickly overwhelm Jake's Soresu guard, and then to try to exploit the break in his defenses as he attempted to draw his second blade. He'd stay on the ground for now, if he found an opening, aerial attacks could be utilized later.

"I am ready when you are. Let's have some fun."

"Alright, let's get to it then."

Saul quickly closed the gap between the two duelists and began his attacks. His first attack was a two-handed downward slash attacking Jake's left shoulder, as that attack was blocked the recoil would ready him for a lower strike at his left leg, from that, a step back and to the side with a thrust at his center torso.

 

[TweedPawn]

Spoiler: previous post

Raleigh waited for her to act as his tears ran down his face in act of the bodies’ auto defense system that was designed to wash away any dirt and make the eyes feel better. He waited for her to act as his eyesight was slowly getting better while he blinked once or twice to help with his recuperation. It was then as his peripheral vision came back to him that she screamed at the top of her lounges in hopes to hurt his hearing which would have worked if it was used with the dark side force technique. Instead it was but a minor nuisance especially at the distance they were in, adding with the fact that he had worked with engines almost as loud as she was in his farming days when he kept the machines running. Alas, what followed was brilliant as she cloaked herself in the force and charged him while going for a groin kick. It was always a fact that men where sensitive in the groin and a powerful kick from a strong male would incapacitate another male kill them even in extreme circumstances. What Dela did not realize was that she was not strong enough to break passing his defense physically. Upon a micro of a second when he felt her leg pushing pass his robes and into his groin, Raleigh griped her leg with full force with his legs before she could make full impact before calling in the force to erect a powerful force bubble around them. She had walked right into a trap. “got you” Raleigh said blindly as every second he regained his sight bit by bit.

Making sure she did not scream again, the very second he erected the protection bubble to trap her inside himself, he attempted to pull her in with his free arm and head butted her in the face to stagger her before cutting her across her belly with a power cut and a snarl of pure fury with his training saber if he was able to do his brutal faint. His snarling and fury was both the excitement of battle and how unique she was, and to fight pass the pain as a birth righted warrior.

For those who knew who Raleigh and Della was, they could have seen nothing short to a battle between a rabbit and a wolf, both battling in their preferred form and both struggling against each other.

It wasn't the first time someone had grabbed a limb and tried to headbutt her. It was a pretty common tactic. One that had been used on Della by her master to spar with her. It was purely instinct that enabled Della to narrowly move her head to avoid being disoriented.

The bubble was sudden, but Della had training of Force Bubble as well. If it was going to trap her, she would use it to her advantage. There was a swipe from the other's lightsaber blade. Della gave a yelp as she narrowly avoided the tip by sucking in her gut. The boy was still close. She reached for another dose of spicy powder. She pushed off of the wall of the bubble to give her momentum to tackle the other boy while releasing the powder into his eyes again. It wasn't just his eyes she wanted to get. She needed him to inhale it. That was where the real punch was.

If he had lost his balance, Della would follow her tackle with another knee to the soft spot of the stomach.

 

[Sirocco]

Raleigh could feel and sense that his plan had gone sour and that he needed to get away, always thinking fast was what gave him an idea to get away from the danger he knew was coming. instantly dispelling the bubble, Raleigh quickly force jumped into the air and then further rocketed himself to safety by blasting everything around della with force push both to narrowly bust him safety and stall her for a second or two. Flying across the gym, Raleigh was finally able to well enough to land safely and see Della’s next move so that he could counter in kind. Raleigh grinned in excitement at how exhilarating this battle was, he had to make friends with her if she would have it. With his sight back, he was now able to take the fight to her and his attacks would not be as clumsy. It was now obvious that the fight was far from over.

The one question that probably had no interest was who was going to tire first physically and in the force, two things that both seemed to have in abundance. Still, Raleigh took deep breaths while he watched Della as he slowly replenished his stamina in body and the force. he needed to because Della would most likely take much more than mere combat Prowers to defeat and he himself was not planning to lose unless he gave her hell. Even if this was just sparring, he took it seriously and would act as such.

 

[Chrispy Dee]

Jake saw Saul approaching quickly and preparing a two handed downward attack on Jake's shoulder. Before the younger man's attack could land, Jake brought up his lightsaber to catch the strike. He could have drawn his shoto for an attempt on Saul's unpotected sides or legs...but he thought it best not to play this card yet. Instead, he took one hand of the grip of his lightsaber and aimed a small force push at his oponent's knees while jumping backwards.

"Slow it down, you might hurt yourself..." Jake whispered, a broad grin on his face.

Jake was impressed at how fast Saul had crossed their initial distance for the attack, and an opponent this quick was not to be toyed with. So he brought his blade up again in the basic defensive position. He would see what effects his different attacks would have on his fellow padawan, and adept his tactics.

This fighting style wasn't his at all... it was how his master usually fought. It was how she beat him...beat his ferocious attacks. So this time, he would see how Ashara's style would fit him.

 

[TweedPawn]

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Raleigh could feel and sense that his plan had gone sour and that he needed to get away, always thinking fast was what gave him an idea to get away from the danger he knew was coming. instantly dispelling the bubble, Raleigh quickly force jumped into the air and then further rocketed himself to safety by blasting everything around della with force push both to narrowly bust him safety and stall her for a second or two. Flying across the gym, Raleigh was finally able to well enough to land safely and see Della’s next move so that he could counter in kind. Raleigh grinned in excitement at how exhilarating this battle was, he had to make friends with her if she would have it. With his sight back, he was now able to take the fight to her and his attacks would not be as clumsy. It was now obvious that the fight was far from over.

The one question that probably had no interest was who was going to tire first physically and in the force, two things that both seemed to have in abundance. Still, Raleigh took deep breaths while he watched Della as he slowly replenished his stamina in body and the force. he needed to because Della would most likely take much more than mere combat Prowers to defeat and he himself was not planning to lose unless he gave her hell. Even if this was just sparring, he took it seriously and would act as such.

He was tiring and trying to recove with the Force. So far, he had dodged her tricks. However, she had used less of The Force, preferring to mute herself rather than become an open target. She was physically getting tired, much like her opponent. But she sensed an opportunity.

She couldn't allow him to rest. If he recovered fully, her hard work would be done.

"Hey ugly. What's the matter? Got badger speed and badger brains? I bet you couldn't hit the side of a drunk bantha if it was more slow and stupid than you. You know what you look like? Somebody that ain't got the feet to keep toe to toe with a proper fighter, that's why you got stuck with me, you dim-witted, speck-brained land slug. I've seen trees grow faster than you can run."

She then allowed the Force to finally draw into her. It flowed like water to her, its very essence rushing like she had finally opened the floodgates. She let out a powerful Force Push. Her body was tired, but she used little of the Force in this fight so far. Now, she wouldn't hold back.

 

[Sirocco]

Raleigh was not as tired as he was cautious but he was breaking plenty of sweat, adding to his still existing stamina was his caution to not go all out on her and fall into a trap. Raleigh knew she was witty and treacherous so he spends most of his energy in defending and keeping an eye on weaknesses she had. Tough these weaknesses seemed to open and close in micro seconds at how fast she was. Adding to his tactic of conserving his strength was to the fact that he was blind moments before and so his choices where so limited he kept his tactics to a minimum wile trusting his senses. Thinking back on what she tried to do, he could not believe he was so close to losing the match so painfully to the nads. Even with his sight restored so early in the game thanks to his quick thinking, he still kept in mind to go at fighting her carefully and with extreme caution.

Switching to psychological combat in the form of taunts, Raleigh almost fell for it after being called stupid but kept cool in the name of the jedi and did not allow being called dumb to hinder him. Sensing the force inside her to burst and radiate greatly, he knew what she would do next was going to hurt like being hit by a bus. Quickly pulling grenades from his belt, he threw them randomly before exploding into thick clouds of smoke that would conceal his presence as much as possible. Using the cloud of concealing cloud while moving fast with the force, he used this tactic to dodge the enhanced push which would have pierced a whole into the cloud only to sneak a flash grenade in blinding distance. This was her tactic but in a lesser extent which would have to do. If his tactic worked as he concealed in thick smoke while using the force to breath and avoid choking, he would attack her with hard from behind with the powerful aggression of form V in tandem with Vapaad’s aggressive kinetic speed so that he could instantly move back or around her if she ever countered attacked.

In the back of his mind, Raleigh was happy to have learned to fight someone like her as she thought him the value of patience. It was definite that these last exchanges would decide the battle.

 

[Saul Perth]

"Slow it down, you might hurt yourself..."

A taunt, to which Saul replied with his own.

"Ha, just try to keep up."

Before the words had even begun to leave his lips, he was already considering his next plan of attack. Prolonged attack against Soresu would unnecessarily draw out the duel, he had to break through. A plan evolved in his mind, a plan he immediately set into action.

Again Saul rushed for his opponent, this time with his weapon in a single-handed grip, placed firmly in his right hand. As he neared, he stepped forward with his right foot and swung his blade in a downward arc, again striking for his opponent's left shoulder. This time however, he decided to take a leaf from Jake's book. Before his blade had halfway completed it's apparent path, Saul pulled back. Instead he rapidly stepped with his left food while extending his left hand, striking with a Force push of his own, setting Jake off balance. Determined to make the most of the opportunity rather than talk, Saul struck again. Stepping with his right foot he launched a quick stab, aiming for his opponent's right torso.

 

[TweedPawn]

Spoiler: post

Raleigh was not as tired as he was cautious but he was breaking plenty of sweat, adding to his still existing stamina was his caution to not go all out on her and fall into a trap. Raleigh knew she was witty and treacherous so he spends most of his energy in defending and keeping an eye on weaknesses she had. Tough these weaknesses seemed to open and close in micro seconds at how fast she was. Adding to his tactic of conserving his strength was to the fact that he was blind moments before and so his choices where so limited he kept his tactics to a minimum wile trusting his senses. Thinking back on what she tried to do, he could not believe he was so close to losing the match so painfully to the nads. Even with his sight restored so early in the game thanks to his quick thinking, he still kept in mind to go at fighting her carefully and with extreme caution.

Switching to psychological combat in the form of taunts, Raleigh almost fell for it after being called stupid but kept cool in the name of the jedi and did not allow being called dumb to hinder him. Sensing the force inside her to burst and radiate greatly, he knew what she would do next was going to hurt like being hit by a bus. Quickly pulling grenades from his belt, he threw them randomly before exploding into thick clouds of smoke that would conceal his presence as much as possible. Using the cloud of concealing cloud while moving fast with the force, he used this tactic to dodge the enhanced push which would have pierced a whole into the cloud only to sneak a flash grenade in blinding distance. This was her tactic but in a lesser extent which would have to do. If his tactic worked as he concealed in thick smoke while using the force to breath and avoid choking, he would attack her with hard from behind with the powerful aggression of form V in tandem with Vapaad’s aggressive kinetic speed so that he could instantly move back or around her if she ever countered attacked.

In the back of his mind, Raleigh was happy to have learned to fight someone like her as she thought him the value of patience. It was definite that these last exchanges would decide the battle.

Crap, this wasn't good. The flash grenade nearly caught her sight, causing spots to appear in her vision. There was smoke everywhere and it started to choke her. To make matters worse, her opponent was already launching an offensive attack. There was only one thing that Della would do in a situation like this.

Run really fast.

She bolted like a landspeeder from her opponent and his smoke. With the Force completely drawn into her, she was as charged as the machine that was able to match her in quickness and agility. She ran in a zig-zag pattern through that smoke; she had little doubt that her opponent was following close behind with blades drawn. She reached for her blade, she had hoped not to have to use it.

Della gave another burst of Force Push towards Raleigh right for his kidneys and then darted right towards where he would land if he dodged the maneuver, The Phoenix was now drawn. The setting had been set to training, but it burned a brilliant golden-orange color just like her Master's eyes.

He had taught her how to be quick and how to defend. Her opponent never got a chance to rest. However, wearing him out was a secondary tactic. Della still needed to distract him. She drew in a breath from her nose, recovering a nice collection of sinus residue, and then hacked it directly into Raleigh's eyes.

The blades clashed, making that horrid sound that Della detested. Using the blade as a distraction, rather than a weapon, she swung towards Raleigh's right ribs and sent a solid kick right towards one of his knees.

 

[Sirocco]

Della’s speed was impossible to match but Raleigh was not so stupid as to use up all of his stamina on her and rather gave the illusion that he was while he was just pacing himself in reality. Being brought into yet another close confrontation, he was feeling now feeling slightly tired but still combat worthy when she tried to break his concentration on her with a luggy. It was completely nasty but he needed to push pass it as he moved his head to avoid the mucus to blind him.

Clashing blades, he used his superior strength and endurance to resist her attacks enough to grab her hand hard after trying to break his ribs. Feeling the kick to his knee, he felt a surge of pain go across his body as the kick almost completely crippled his leg and made it barely usable. As much as her attacks hurt badly, Raleigh pushed on with his pain sapping his strength and balance slightly as his saber’s blade pushed hard on Pheonix. Still, she was well versed in the force and anything could save her as he moved to overpower her into submission. He still knew that she could light up again to try and blind him but he knew not to be blinded the way he had for a second time. Stepping forward with his good leg, he leaned as hard as he could and pressed on her with all his strength with both his saber and the vice grip he had on her arm. No matter how the spar when, He was no longer able to move and would need to keep a stationary defense for the duration of the spar.

 

[Chrispy Dee]

Jake watched Saul attack again, this time a one handed attack aimed for left shoulder. Jake brought his own weapon up in response. To his own surprise though, instead of striking, Saul jumped back, followed by a force push to Jake's chest. Jake was catched off guard by this one, not anticipating that Sault would use the same tactics, Jake did barely seconds ago.

Denoda catched himself in a backwards summersault, and just as he caught himself, Saul was already back on him. Jake barely had enough time to bring his blade back up to deflect Saul's stab to his side. He started to like this guy. Jake gave Saul a smile and a nod of approval. In the next instant he, still shielding himself with his lightsaber from Saul's attack, Jake came forward, throwing a heavy headbutt against the other Padawan's face.

 

[Saul Perth]

With the duelists weapons locked between them, Saul was presented with an opportunity to utilize one of the key elements of the Ataru style. As his first teacher had told him while he studied his form, "Your lightsaber is far from the only weapon at your disposal", a point he intended to make clear to his opponent.

Jake's smile was returned with one of Saul's own, but the nod of approval morphing into a full on headbutt took him by surprise. He bent backwards and turned his head in an attempt to avoid the blow, instead it slightly lessened it, his opponents forehead colliding with his left bottom jaw, ow. The distance between them was too short for his original plan now, however their weapons were still locked and the plan could be modified, he intended to give as good as he got, with interest.

His jaw throbbed while Saul took a step forward with his left, placing his left hand bellow his right to secure his grip on his weapon. Left foot still in the air, he pushed off the ground with his right leg, rotating his blade about Jake's to keep protection between him and his opponent's blade. Curling his left leg inward to strike with his knee, aiming for Jake's head, he left his right leg extended as it trailed behind, following the same arc but with greater distance, a little surprise to follow behind in case the knee was dodged.

(OOC: My 3rd combat post btw, we go to 4, I think.)

 

[Chrispy Dee]

A hint of satisfaction ran through Jake at the sight of Saul's bruised jaw. The joy of success wouldn't hold for long though, as Saul put a quick but effective lock on Jake's saber, while jumping upwards, his knee aimed for Denoda's face. Jake cursed as he checked his options. An attempt to dodge the knee would open him up to Saul's lightsaber, and a limb to the face was far more enjoyable then a lightsaber to the chest. His choice was made...An instant later, Saul's knee landed hard in the middle of Jake's face. While Saul was still in the air, Jake took advantage of the situation to get out of range, to gather himself. He rubbed a hand over his face, only to find bloos pooring from his nose.

Jake wouldn't have anticipated such an attack...not so short after his own attack. He deserved the bloody nose, that was a fact. Now it was time for a surprise of his own. He took on a standart Soresu stance again, no hint of emotion on his face. In the next moment he dashed forward, throwing a first heavy blow against Saul. But instead of completing the attack, he did something he had been training for weeks now. In mid attack, he changed his combat style from the recently aquired Soresu, to his much more proficent Juyo. In the blink of an eye, his second blade shot to life, both weapons now hammering in a wild flurry at Saul's defense.