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Smirking as he snapped his saber counterclockwise to redirect Kemp's diagonal strike away from his shoulder and down towards the ground, the reptilian Sith Lord drew more and more of the darkside to him as he eyed the Padawan. His light presence was almost completely obliterated by a rising darkness, and though he seemed faster and stronger, it was but a temporary bonus. The dark side was a double edged sword to those unfamiliar with the powers it gave, and soon not only would his distraction be shot, but his ability to sense the ebb and flow of the battle would be diminished; his usual clarity sacrificed to the darkness.
The Barabel suddenly exploded into motion, his saber coming up in a simple jab that twisted into a feint directed at the Padawan's midsection while his other hand slipped down to his belt and grabbed his second saber, the crimson blade spearing into existence through the space the Padawan currently occupied. Holding his left saber close to his body, Vereor lashed out with his right saber in a swipe designed to remove the Padawan's leg at the knee.
"The Dark iz generous, and it iz patient. It is the dark that seeds cruelty into justice, that drips contempt into compassion, that poisons love with grains of doubt. The dark can be patient, because the slightest drop of rain will cause those seeds to sprout." Smirking, he pivoted on his leg and brought his left saber hammering down towards the padawan while his tail came up behind him defensively, the silver blade flicking dangerously near the Padawan's guard ready to fend off any attack as Vereor brought the right blade around in a guard position. "The rain has come, the seeds have sprouted, for the dark is the soil in which they grow, and it is the clouds above them, and it waits behind the star that gives them light. The dark’s patience is infinite. Eventually, even the starz burn out..... yourz already haz. A disgrace to the Jedi..."
The Barabel suddenly exploded into motion, his saber coming up in a simple jab that twisted into a feint directed at the Padawan's midsection while his other hand slipped down to his belt and grabbed his second saber, the crimson blade spearing into existence through the space the Padawan currently occupied. Holding his left saber close to his body, Vereor lashed out with his right saber in a swipe designed to remove the Padawan's leg at the knee.
"The Dark iz generous, and it iz patient. It is the dark that seeds cruelty into justice, that drips contempt into compassion, that poisons love with grains of doubt. The dark can be patient, because the slightest drop of rain will cause those seeds to sprout." Smirking, he pivoted on his leg and brought his left saber hammering down towards the padawan while his tail came up behind him defensively, the silver blade flicking dangerously near the Padawan's guard ready to fend off any attack as Vereor brought the right blade around in a guard position. "The rain has come, the seeds have sprouted, for the dark is the soil in which they grow, and it is the clouds above them, and it waits behind the star that gives them light. The dark’s patience is infinite. Eventually, even the starz burn out..... yourz already haz. A disgrace to the Jedi..."