Non-Canon PvP Akasha Sulis Vs. Regin Alentis

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OOC - This is a non-canon PvP match, meaning nothing that happens in this thread is to be considered to have happened alongside, or within, the same universe presented in the Story subforum. Here are the participants' profiles: Akasha Sulis, Regin Alentis.

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Rodia, Ancient Temple

There were many locations across the galaxy that hid secrets of various natures. Emerald had managed to locate a few of these locations throughout her life, both light and dark. Word had spread among the Jedi Knights that someone might have found an ancient Jedi Temple on Rodia, with nothing else to do and no obvious threat in its exploration, Emerald was chosen to locate this temple. A task she was quite eager to undergo.

Rodia had many scents and sounds the Horansi had never experienced, yet as fascinating as it all was, her mission remained her focus. For nearly four weeks she explored the wilds of the jungle world. Sleeping in the wild, with no walls or Jedi guards to protect her was actually a relief, hunting her own food more a nostalgic thrill than a chore. The many legendary beasts native to Rodia enthralled the Jedi Knight, they had challenged her like none had before, fighting from the beginning of their meeting to their swift end. Emerald had even had the pleasure of watching a Rodian Karstag and a Kwazel Maw do battle, the Kwazel Maw had won, dragging it's large prey underwater to be eaten in solitude.

Finding the ancient temple hadn't been easy, it was small and well hidden alongside and between two cliffs overlooking a river below. Covered in overgrowth, the locals and passersby alike had assumed it to be a large tree of some kind. Emerald had managed to locate it by watching the Can-cells come and go, eventually noticing that their perch wasn't planetoid at all, but stone. To her disappointment though, the temple hadn't been built by the Jedi, or any other Force group she knew of, it was just an ancient temple of the Rodians, lost to time.

Taking time to relax before reporting back to Dantooine, Emerald had decided to spend a few days at the temple, preparing herself for the long journey back to the nearest major city with a starport. Days away from the local villages and weeks from any real beacon of civilization, the Horansi Jedi took the time to sit and meditate amongst the vibrant nature Rodia had to offer. The world was truly alive, it breathed and sighed as any living thing would. Emerald opened herself up within the Force, hoping to breath in unison with the rising and falling of the exotic ecosystems around her.

She sat, wearing only her typical robes with her lightsaber and discblade still attached at her waist, overlooking the spectacular view before her. The courtyard itself sat between the two cliff faces, a bridge between the two halfs of the temple's compound. While remaining alert to any wild beasts that might attack her, Emerald managed to find a light harmony within the Force around her. While neither light nor dark, like many other locations throughout the galaxy, the ancient Rodians had built their temple on a Force nexus, a place of power within the Force. Like all places of power, there were moments of importance that permeated the atmosphere of the temple, great feats had happened here, and great feats would happen here once again.

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The yellow. The green. The blue. Sunshine. Fields of grass. Clear sky. Glassy. Calming. Soothing. The words, the feelings, the conveyance of peace—they were all lost on Regin Alentis. He could feel sunlight on his skin, but it would not warm him. He could hear the chirping of birds taking flight, but their song did not sound sweet. He could taste the air, breathe it into his lungs, breathe it back out into the world, but it did not clean his spirit. The world, this life, that universe which so many called their own and dubbed their home, was a fleeting vision at best; a broken reminder at worst. As he paced across the peaceful land, the land gave him no peace. Blades of grass pushed past were blades of enemies tread upon, and the breeze that blew against his black robes were the frail whispers of slain souls seeking to supplant him. They would not. They could not. Regin kept the dead at bay with his one hand, and with his other, he squeezed the throats of the living, that they might have the life choked out of them and help him deal with the dead.

The day was warm, but his insides felt cold. The day was bright, but darkness had since enveloped him. Among it all, there was an unmistakable feeling he received, amplified and twofold, the closer he ambled on. He was not alone in the Force here, and that was hardly surprising, but this signature seemed signed by a hand with a passion for peace, in all such hypocrisy that only a Jedi could conjure. That alone had been enough motivation for him to proceed, and to advance. The bridge between two worlds was no longer distant, and the living and the dead might yet be merged, that bridge a rickety connection he had just begun to cross—heading toward the lone Horansi.

Regin had on his Sith robes to show what he was, having no fear of identity in a place like this. Pride had no place, but defiance did. His outer robe covered his inner, hood pulled up to veil his countenance to a small degree, more so with his head partially bowed. He sported black leather boots and gloves, hands held before his waist. Though they could not be seen, a silver, curved hilt of a lightsaber was at either side of his hip, almost buzzing with excitement at the prospect that invited itself to them. Enthusiastic for energy, Regin yet kept his lips in a rigid line as he stepped upon the last plank of wood before his boots carried him to the courtyard. There he stopped and stood, staring out upon the would be Jedi, his eyes level with her form. It was one he saw himself breaking.

“A pleasant day, is it not?”

His voice was void of sarcasm, but even the speaker did not doubt that the listener might think twice about its sincerity.

 

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He hadn't made an effort to hide himself, no use of stealth or other measures to blind or cloud the senses of his prey. He moved casually, confident, and with purpose. Confidence was a luxury Emerald had learned to be far from worth her life. While it was true that being honest to oneself was a noble trait, it was another thing entirely to lie to your own heart. Yet still, perhaps his confidence had been earned, although the Jedi Knight doubted it. Sith had an odd way of trusting themselves to the dark side completely, offering body and soul so that their thoughts and desires might shape reality, but every sith saw the future bringing them that which they craved, yet it seldom came. For that was the truth the dark side offered, give everything, allow oneself to be consumed by darkness and pain all for naught. In the end the will of the Force claims what it may, and while both the Jedi and Sith might rise and fall in tandem, each would rise and fall again. Nothing about this day, this meeting of Jedi and Sith, would or could change that.

Without standing, Emerald waved her hand dismissively at the sith, almost as one would a child asking a parent to come look at some mundane thing they did in an attempt to impress them. Emerald yawned at his greeting in turn, standing to face the human male, stretching her immense form. Relaxed, she stood nearly two feet taller than the human male before her, something which caused her to smirk. It was one thing to hold the moral high ground compared to a dark sider, it was another thing entirely to have them look up at you. "Indeed, it is. Yet your presence is a stain upon the Force. Nonetheless, know that this Jedi greats you sith. Know that her name is Emerald, or rather, since she has no doubt we are about to become far more intimate with one another, Emerald's real name. Akasha Sulis. Know that few know Emerald's true name, an honor you will be taking to the grave." Emerald knew the words she spoke were not of the Jedi way, by all tenets of the Jedi's creed she should be making every attempt at redemption, but as she took liberties with that very creed, she forged her own path within the Force. She may walk within the light, but she would not allow herself to reflect the very cowardice inborn of darkness.

Though she would not make the first attempt to attack the other, Emerald had no intention of allowing a sith to live, not here in such a place of power, not on Rodia, and not in the galaxy. Her right hand on her lightsaber, ready to ignite the deep emerald blades at a moment's notice, Emerald tilted her head to the side, observing the Sith for his response to her words before offering her own. "If you would face a Jedi, if you would face Emerald, speak your name, and let us be quick about it. Emerald wishes to continue with her meditations." As far as she was concerned, the Sith before her had chosen his fate, had chosen to give himself to darkness freely, and she would not keep him from choosing this for himself, but she could not allow him to dictate such a fate to others. All sith must one day pay the price, to forever know suffering and relentless horrors. That was all that awaited this sith, any sith, any dark sider, after death. The Force itself would reject their lost souls, leaving them abandoned in the darkness that hungered beyond.

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Regin held form, maintaining his stance of study and taking in every mannerism delivered to him. The waving, the yawning, the stretching—all characteristic of an opponent who wouldn’t hesitate to do this every day, or, perhaps, wanted their own opponent to believe so. Cocky. Arrogant. Jedi. They weren’t Sith by any standard. They were weak, frail, brittle creatures in comparison, following a creed of a bygone belief that peace was everything and war was nothing. This one standing before him, over him, even, appeared to be no different. Regin felt like his eyes were boring through her fur, through her skin, through her flesh and bone and burrowing right into her heart. He found no spirit there, no freedom; nothing beyond another drone enslaved to a dying dogma. Jedi. They were weak. They were everything that the Sith were not. For that, they would fall. Even a Horansi standing eight feet tall.

Regin said nothing as his enemy spoke. He would have been content with drawing swords and swinging them right away, but Jedi did enjoy talking. That was their prime directive: talk to the enemy until he was defeated. Of course, many of those fools just pretended. Negotiating with violence. The truth was that Jedi were no less satisfied when their saber cut a foe down than a Sith was. This one’s honor, Regin was sure, would coincide with her pleasure at taking his life, though the likes of her could never admit it. Her entire aura was an illusion, for the light side of the Force was nothing but one. Today, a Sith might yet teach a Jedi the error in her ways, even if it meant learning it in death.

He watched her hand reach her hilt, taking his eyes off of the movement as soon as it passed. Instead of replying to her speech, Regin just gazed at her, blinking if moving and otherwise content with his arms at his sides and his feet grounded. She introduced herself, an emerald standing before obsidian, and the rubble heard her name and made something of it, but Regin was as at much of a loss with who she was as she would be with who he was. What they were, what they represented beneath their robes, what made them who they were, symbolized what names never could.

“Regin.”

He calmly lowered his hood, revealing short hair combed back and held in place. The son of rage who fathered a fury. His face expressionless, he placed a boot in front of the other—sideways, not forward—and began to slowly pace around the edge of the courtyard, moving to his right while keeping his eyes fixated on that foolish face. The walk, though composed and encircling, could be noted as closing in by steady measurements. His hands came up and came down, depositing his outer robe to the stone beneath him, there where death waited to receive a collapsed corpse. This left his body with black trousers, an inner robe over a long-sleeved shirt and ending beneath his waist, and a single hilt by either hip. Regin rested his hands on them but made no move to unclip.

“Bastard, my father called me before he ate his tongue, but I say Alentis.”

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With that, Regin shot forward. He had since closed the distance by about ten feet. Covering three additional feet with footsteps more, Regin’s right foot landed for a fourth, body twisting leftward. This had brought his left foot behind his right, giving the right side of his body to the front of his opponent as a narrower target, with right knee bending forward by about a foot. This movement came concurrently with the first attack. As his right foot came down, his right arm fully extended, bringing with it the hilt near his right hip.

While the arm was still traveling upward, the hilt was ignited, producing a three-foot crimson blade that would end up being positioned parallel with the ground. The whole movement was a thrust of the lightsaber with the wrist supinated. The blade’s point was aimed for the Jedi’s left pectoral, beneath her shoulder. The attack was a quick jab and left nothing of Regin’s body bound as much would be the case had he erupted in a full lunge. It would take only the topmost section of the lightsaber’s tip to bury into the target’s flesh and bone and cause damage.

With Regin’s right hand holding his lightsaber hilt, his left hand remained stationary, still holding its hilt near hip. Though his blade measured only three feet in length and he had stepped forward only four, the measurement of his right arm’s full extension combined with the bending forward of his right knee would allow necessary range for the tip of his blade to make contact with its target. Additionally, the ignition of the lightsaber while the arm was still being brought up and shot forward had produced a momentary gyroscopic recoil that Regin had instantly manipulated. The sudden jerk, though immediately contained as soon as the extended plasma’s loop took effect, would have guided the tip of the saber toward its target even quicker.

 

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It wasn't until the sith began encircling her that Emerald drew and ignited her lightsaber, slashing the emerald energy downward through the air and to the side as the blades sprang forth, each four feet long due to her size. A move more typical of form two specialists, the makeshift makashi salute made the point that the space between them would not be easily conquered. Once ignited, she moved the dual bladed lightsaber into a traditional Shii-cho middle guard. Both hands held the hilt as Emerald raised her eyes to the heavens, her blades in a vertical position. The thought crossed her mind that this could be her last sunset as she pulled the Force within herself, having meditated for hours beforehand would no doubt have it's benefits during the fight to come. Yet Emerald felt a small sense of joy, testing herself against a worthy opponent was a thrill any beast could cherish, Jedi and Sith alike, perhaps it was that very thrill which had drawn the two of them together.

The sith had made his move, darting forward in a daring strike, his body turning away from her so that his right side was presented. The closing of space between them before the forward stabbing motion had left time for her to move aside and to her left, Regin's right, bypassing the jap of her opponent by nearly a foot as well as bringing herself closer to him by a matter of feet. As slight as the jab had been, Regin had misjudged the size and maneuverability of the Horansi Jedi, while she had been merely an inch or two within striking distance of him when he made his first attack, he had been well within her own by more than a foot. Emerald's middle guard shifted into a right side guard as she sidestepped the attack, yet this position was only held for a brief moment before Emerald slashed the blade forth in a wide sweeping motion towards Regin's right side and back, meant to either strike the sith down or encourage him to stay well outside her lightsaber's range of attack.

The motioned continued, as she began to spin on her heel, bringing the hilt of her lightsaber closer to her stomach as she whirled around, it's blades pointing in opposite directions, jutting out from her stomach creating a graceful swirling circle of emerald light around her. She continued into a second full spin before lowering her right knee, kneeling low to the ground as her left hand in reached out in front of her to touch the stone of the courtyard as her right hand held her lightsaber diagonally above her head in a high guard. Should Regin have been savoy enough to evade her sweeping attacks, Emerald would raise her gaze to meet his before lurching at him in a forward stabbing motion aimed at his midsection, extending her arm and her lightsaber forward, her own body well outside his range of attack.​

 

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Regin would have performed his attack at Emerald’s left pectoral with the intention of targeting it in the manner of his attack; namely with her own stance maintained. The immediate shifting of her body, however, would have been instantly caught by his eyesight, effectively creating something of an interruption; there would have been no point for Regin to proceed with stabbing at only air when he could clearly see his opponent moving away. This was due to Emerald’s having to sidestep well before the saber would be stabbing toward her. The closing of space between them before the forward stabbing motion had left time for her to move aside and, if that’s when she had indeed moved, that’s when Regin would have seen her move.

Regin’s attack was simple and quick; a straight jab that left nothing to time. This would have meant that Emerald’s other option was to sidestep while the blade was well in motion, but, given the width of her body from shoulder to shoulder, exaggerated with her overall physique and height, this would have meant that the tip of Regin’s saber would simply have penetrated her right pectoral instead of her left due to her moving to her left. Though Emerald had positioned her lightsaber defensively, she had not actually made any defensive movement with it concerning the lightsaber that would have been stabbing toward her. Of course, this stab would only have been successful if she had moved away closer to just before the saber would hit the left pectoral. Moving any point before this, assuming she wanted to keep from a pectoral wound, would have given Regin plenty of visual to adjust his movements.

However, Regin did not completely abandon them. Instead, he allowed his right arm to perform its initial forward movement—saber igniting, right knee bending—but before the knee would get around a foot in distance as initially planned, he performed a feign with his sword-arm. Suddenly, snapped backward, straightening his right leg. The saber never completed the initial stab, the movement of his right arm being reversed. The inertia of the attack was not great enough to where his new movements would be difficult given the nature of the attack itself, in addition to halting the initial attack around when it began before it was carried through with; no hard motion had been committed to at all. Furthermore, with saber igniting, the gyroscopic kick would at that point be in its single moment of effect. Regin played off of it immediately.

While driving off the momentum of his right leg’s bending upward from the knee as soon as it had bent forward, he simultaneously brought his right saber in an arc to his left and downward, beginning a movement reminiscent of a moulinette. Meanwhile, he kicked off the ground with his right foot, bringing his right leg backward and dragging the right side of his body in the same direction to where his front would now be facing forward. Regin did not set his right foot back down, however. Twisting on his left foot, rotating his right in the air for energy, he drove off from his right arm’s new movement, continuing to arc it to his right and upward before suddenly creating a new forward stab.

Utilizing his left, grounded foot, his right never allowed gravity to bring it down and delay it. Instead, Regin shot his right leg forward to where, when the boot would land, his right leg would be fully bent at the knee. The attack was a lunge, and the speed of the lunge would be explosive. In a lunge, the leaning of the body and the powerful push of the leg could provide much greater force than the arm alone. Additionally, given the gyroscopic force inherent in the lightsaber, Regin had purposely lessened his amount of control over the hilt for a moment, letting the looping effect of the plasma help speed up the movements of his wrist as the blade arced, with his grasp on the curved hilt providing even more fluidity.

Prior to the lunge, while Regin was realigning his body, Emerald had of course sidestepped and attacked. Her lightsaber’s blade had been coming in horizontally toward Regin’s right side and his back. However, withdrawing his right arm and right leg, he had essentially pulled the right side of his body backward, pivoting on his left foot. With a rounded two feet of body width on him from shoulder to shoulder, and having had his right side facing his opponent, withdrawing it would in turn withdraw roughly two feet of his body from the oncoming blade’s path. To further the evasion, Regin had bent forward slightly, pulling his stomach section inward, bringing even more of his body out of the weapon’s path.

Emerald’s blade, then, would continue on toward Regin’s left as she sought to spin, striking through naught but air. It would be around this moment that Regin’s own weapon would still be arcing in a circular manner akin to the moulinette maneuver, his right leg having met his left, but the right foot not having been set down at this point. Indeed, Regin had instead lunged forth, the arcing of his right arm bringing it out of the other lightsaber’s path as well as his right side, but, also, his left hand had finally joined in. While lunging, Regin withdrew his left hilt. His left arm crossed his right arm from below, the emitted positioned horizontally toward his right, though it would take only a twist of his wrist to align it as necessary in the event that the opposite end of Emerald’s lightsaber came swinging backwards for a convenient strike.

However, that event was unlikely. The tip of Regin’s right saber would plunge straight through Emerald’s back and further out. Her back had been left completely exposed to him during the initial point of her spin. Her blade that was sent to attack Regin would have passed through the air due to his realignment, his lunge causing his saber to soar forward from that point, the speed of his attack unfazed by the speed of his opponent’s spin. The blade would likely exit her heart and kill her.

 

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Just as she thought, Regin evaded the slash. It was a narrow evasion, but Emerald's intent had been to dominate the space between them rather than land a blow outright. It was the space she needed to move into a spiraling whirl of lightsaber blades, further dominating that space. The sith before her seemed overzealous in his bladework, fancy but not without skill. If Emerald could remain out of his reach she would be better able to use the Force to wither him down before recommencing with a lightsaber duel. However, as Emerald began to turn on her left heel, she noticed something in her peripheral vision. Regin moving into attack.

The maneuver would have been simple to parry, but the sith was already prepared for her lightsaber, blocking the blade from reaching it's intended target. As the heat of the sith's right lightsaber barred down on her back, Emerald kicked towards him instinctively, connecting with his midsection at the exact moment Regin's lightsaber seared some of her flesh. There was a microsecond where Emerald could not feel the pain, the thought crossed her mind that she might have died. As contentedness swept through her, so to did the pain, bringing her thoughts of death and the Force back to reality as a roar, both of pain and anger, escaped her.

A flesh wound, deep enough to hurt with every movement of the surrounding muscle, but a flesh wound nonetheless, and one the Horansi Jedi Knight was prepared to fight through. While Emerald's kick was surely strong enough to push the sith back from her, she doubted he would receive any major or even minor damage from it. Emerald calmed herself against her anger, watching the sith for any sign of movement. Now standing still, her left leg forward slightly bent at the knee while she held her lightsaber in front of her with her left hand at a diagonal 45 degree angle, her right hand held just over her right side hip, a spinning disc of metal in the inches between her fingertips and the fur of her side. Any sign of a coming attack, and Emerald would send her discblade forth towards her opponent's right ankle. The four bladed discblade more then sharp enough to sever bone, especially with the shear speed and power of Emerald's telekinetic grip over the weapon. If Regin could not walk, he couldn't perform his fancy footwork either.​

 

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Once Emerald’s kicking foot was removed the ground, Regin saw what was commencing immediately, even while lunging. In order for his opponent’s foot to connect with his midsection at the exact moment that his blade’s tip would have reached its own target, Emerald would have had to have lifted her kicking leg beforehand. That was when Regin would have seen the attack coming—while lunging, not after.

The lunge was a maneuver that lowered the user’s body, one leg stretching backward and the other bending forward, dropping the level of the torso and head. This, ultimately, meant that the user was closer to the ground. This position would greatly aid Regin with his next movement. He did not at all move to cancel his lunge, but he did move. Having used the fleeting moments to quickly calculate the maneuver in his head, Regin suddenly let his whole body fall toward his right, giving it to gravity. The movement was further assisted by the force of his lunge.

While dropping, Regin ignited his left hilt, producing a red blade of three feet. As his body twisted some and fell to his right, his left arm, conversely, swung to his left, angular momentum further driving the arm. His left wrist had suddenly withdrawn from his right as the left saber was swung from Regin’s right to left, the wrist pronated. Dropping to his right would clear his midsection and the rest of his torso from the oncoming kick, but the kicking leg would come to be right next to him; to his left. This meant that Regin had to keep his left elbow bent and, if his left lightsaber connected with its target, the kicking leg would be severed in two around the lower section of the lightsaber. Regin was sure to aim close enough to where the blade would connect around the knee area of the kicking leg. This meant that, even if inertia was somehow defied and Emerald managed to retract her leg, the blade would simply connect below the knee and she would still end up losing a part of her leg.

Meanwhile, Regin’s right saber would have still reached its target for its stated effect. Though dropping to his right side, the forward momentum of his right arm would continue in the stab he had made with it, powered by the lunge. However, the blade would simply come to connect to the side of the heart area from where it had been stabbing toward from behind. Of course, it had missed its target regardless, taking only a petty replacement of a flesh wound. As soon as Regin’s right side would connect with the ground beneath, the fall would instantly erupt into a roll. Rolling toward his right, Regin deactivated both hilts as soon as they would be finished with their attacks, successful or not. He would come out of his lateral roll after covering about eight feet.

Rising, both hilts would be ignited again, though Regin did not jump into a new attack. He instead would first determine the result of his blades. Knees slightly bent, feet spread apart by two with right in front of left, Regin held his weapons in a ready posture. Both blades were positioned horizontal from the ground, elbows bent. His left was placed in front of his midsection, tip jutting out toward his right. On the other hand, his right blade was positioned above his head, tip jutting out toward his left. Regin would seek to hold his stance until the moment would break and his opponent’s own stance would be adequately analyzed for an advance.