Of Shades and Sith

[Ongye-Ui Miutigheid]

Handle light as a feather. Heart burning with desire. Hands clasp in excruciating pain. Shivers of exhaustion spastically shook his left hand. Though he remained emotionless and calm. Both his agony and hunger propelled energy forth. Enough to keep him stable as their swords clashed once again. How he commanded a flawless defense was barely of his own volition. Mnemonic calculations brought him to a conclusion. They had dueled expertly having both equally landed two hits on one another. Still there appeared a clear victor. Ongye lost his fury to conquer replacing it with a fundamental idea of camaraderie. Risha presented her resolve with the passion hidden behind those amber eyes.

Before calling their duel, Ongye watched her just for a moment. Memorizing the lines in her face, the stance she took, the words spoken, and ever inch of steel. Knees bent fourty-five degrees. Force pulled at his heels. Back bent slightly as the saber disengaged. He propelled himself backwards only a few feet to give them distance. The lightsaber returned to its belt hook. ”Thank you.” He said formally. ”I’d say it was a draw but you’ve clearly done a number on me.” Conclusions such as this were humble in origin. ”We could go on but then I’d be betting on careless whispers.” His hand beckoned forth the mask he had discarded earlier. Dawning it once more to cover the smile forming underneath. The room was silent once again and Ongye sat unceremoniously. Bending one leg in while the other spread out. He coughed weakly unable to control the nervous tick. ”Guess you get to challenge the Master now.” His manor of talking seemed sarcastic. An honor it may be to challenge someone of a higher station but not for Ongye. Instead, he was relieved to have lost. Not for fear of a challenge but what might be thought of him should it be denied.

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[Risha Sharro]

"You were a worthy opponent," Risha replied. The saber in her own hand diminished before it was stowed along the small of her back. Blood coursing through her veins, the Pureblood glanced toward the other present as she weighed whether to holster the blade. "I would like to discuss tactics at another time." When they didn't have company. Ongye probably didn't want to broadcast his abilities; not that there was any indication yet he'd be willing to discuss them at all. Couldn't hurt to try.

How much luck had played in the duel would have to wait for her to contemplate later. There had been a number of near misses by both parties involved. The outcome could have been significantly different with the slightest change. Risha looked upon this as praising Ongye's abilities rather than being dismayed by her own. She had her pride, after all.

"Am I to challenge you?" Risha said, finally addressing the other man present. The silent observer. Someone that would have a tactical advantage in a duel at this point having observed his opponent in battle; a circumstance Risha did not have the benefit of herself. A trifle matter she hadn't thought of previously. Unavoidable unless she'd rejected the offer on its face, however.

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[Talion Knylenn/Anhur]

the duel had come to a conclusion, it was an intense fight between the two with many close calls between the two of them and the use of interesting abilities, it was an educating and enjoyable watch for Anhur. He approached the two of them slowly clapping, "a most impressive fight though I do think the groundskeeper won't be as impressed with it as I am with partial destruction of the arena" he said gesturing to the broken pillar that was in pieces across the area.

"you both certainly are equal in power though i agree with... the younger man that you are the victor" at the point it occurred to him he didn't know the names of the combatants' something he would rectify "Another time maybe, for you must be exhausted after that fight and I wouldn't want to put you at more of a disadvantage than you already would be," he wasn't opposed to fighting her now but he preferred to have an actual fight were wasn't as completely one side that way she would maybe learn something "though have an alternative to my previous offer. soon I'm going to accomplish a goal I've planned on doing for some time but I can't do it alone, not entirely. so I extend this offer to you, the both of you since you also proved yourself to me" he pointed to the young man which would turn into palm facing as he continued "but before you accept, may I know your names, so I may find you when I am ready to proceed." he spoke his hands now on his hips ready for their response and names, hoping both would join him on his future task.

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[Ongye-Ui Miutigheid]

Another offer hanging for bate to spur motion from an otherwise strained Ongye. Training, grand theft, and kidnapping were forcing him to tax his time appropriately. Unfortunately for him this was honor bestowed upon few. For at least he knew no master consorted with him. His record was spotty not for failure of course. No, in fact it was the deaths that haunted Ongye. People had a tendency to either die or become gravely injured when around him. However it proved promising that these tides of fate were turning. The force was ebbing, a grand shift was about to occur. Perhaps taking on something new and uncomfortable would prove promising. Parting with some information even something small as a name was nothing more than such. Though he would still give more. ”Ongye-Ui Miutigheid.” From his cloak he presented a small portable screen, thin as glass. It illuminated with coded text. Using the force, he parted it respectfully. ”You’ll find my encrypted channel and access codes on there. I’m usually reclusive so this will be the best way to contact me.” Nothing incriminating would potentially be founded. Of course Anhur was free to deny it and perpetrate his own methods of communication.

Ongye turned to Risha wondering about her response. Smiling behind the mask. Spasms of sporadic movement manipulated his right hand. He grasped it to steady himself. The hunger within growling maliciously. Longing to consume her essence and the energy stored within an unassuming sword. The smile quelled. Turning into a soured frown. His gaze shifted low as disembodied voices sought to command him. Were the two able to hear them they’d understand how they hungered to consume both Sith.

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[Risha Sharro]

Risha glanced at the broken pillar, but otherwise said nothing. It was true part of her did not want to see such ancient structures damaged, but Korriban was more than a pillar in a training room. So much greater. Bereft of life it had endured and the darkness that dwelt there had not calmed in all that time. It would endure after the three of them standing there were gone, and these halls had crumbled to dust.

It was tactically advantageous the Sith Master deferred combat to another time, and that alone stilled Risha's tongue. There was a deep part of her that chaffed at the thought nonetheless. She did not need handouts or mercy. If the man had chosen to conduct a duel then and there she would have fought until she collapsed from exhaustion if need be. To say nothing of the arrogant observation of Talion being a Master and she a 'mere' Knight. It was one thing to know something, and altogether something else for your opponent to say it aloud.

Before that urge to demand a duel grew, however, Talion made clear he had something else in mind.

"I am Knight Risha Sharro," she declared before witnesses. The Sith Sword swung up and over her shoulder before she slid it back into place behind her. Despite the weariness of battle, the Pureblood made certain her back was straight and shoulders squared for inspection. None would claim she did her kind a disservice -- none that would live.

"Master Anhur, I often travel to uncover lost knowledge. If this task will be in the near future, I can remain on Korriban." Otherwise he might want to take into account the time it would take her to return. Whatever the man had in mind attracted Risha's attention; it would be most displeasing if she missed an opportunity because of scheduling.

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