Skirmish of Empress Teta

[Mattoxz]

Markus was surprised to see his opponent using a saberstaff. It was quite a unique and special weapon, though very difficult to use. This brought an innocent smile to his face, along with a little nervous laughter. "You know, I've always hoped to use one of those blades. Its kind of funny that someone trying to kill me would be the first instance I see one used." Somehow, through all of the fear he was going through, the Padawan could find some light in the situation. He still felt like he was going to die, but at least he found some humor in his demise.

He had no desire to fight this girl, none at all. Yet his fear, and the voices raging inside forced him to. She did offer him a quick death, which was kind, in a insane, homicidal kind of way. Why did it have to come to this? They were both so young, just beginning to start their lives. Yet here they were, on a battlefield that demanded that only one of them could walk away. He would say that they could of been friends in a different time and place, but the whole obsession with death thing that she had going, kind of put a wrench in that idea. Markus could of sworn she whispered a name to herself. Kesti? In any case, he needed to make a move, and quick.

His knowledge of the saberstaff gave him a few tips on how to appropriately fight it. To anyone not familiar, the dual blade might be very intimidating, which it was. Yet it had many weaknesses, that Markus had experienced first hand. He needed to aim for the middle, it was the only way. He slowly stepped forward, holding his lightsaber up, heart pounding. "I am sorry." The Padawan stated shakily.

'Kill her! Make her feel the same fear that you have felt!'
'Run! She will kill you! You stand no chance!'
'Let us help! We can help!'

Suddenly rolled to the side. This gave him a better angle of her front, and would allow him to strike directly at her chest. Coming out of the roll, he swung upwards, and followed up with a stab towards the heart. It was all instinct from here on out, he would just have to hope instinct was enough.

 

[Marf]

The Padawan smiled, the Jedi may have had a sense of humour after all. "Well it is a weapon used predominantly by our Order," said Satoryu in reference to the lightsaber. Markus was frightened, yet he would still go down with a fight instead of die like a coward, Sato was moderately impressed. "Ah, a beautiful suicide is the ultimate work of art", said Kesti, who had attempted the act four times in his previous life, "I prefer a beautiful homicide" replied Sato.

She may have been ruthless, but she was a survivor and would not die fighting somebody if she knew they were obviously more powerful. It was not weak, it was just logic, but this Padawan's fear had him at the disadvantage and even Sato was defeated, she did not suspect he had the immorality to kill her. The Jedi don't attack unless attacked and it is their philosophy to end their duels without death.

Markus' saber came towards Sato and slashed upwards, she moved to her left and switched the position of her hand to twist her weapon vertically, then countered Markus' strike with the right-ended blade. She swapped the place of her hands again to flip the angle of the lightsaber and strike at Markus' waist with the left blade.

 

[Fang.]

The Sith chuckled for a moment "We are agreed then, that this duel must be fought. Our respect Orders would lambaste us both if we withdrew. Other than that, I believe that somewhere on the inside, we both desire to test our skills in combat. The Sith said, Fang nodded in surprising agreement, Fang almost felt as though he were looking in the mirror, as though this is what he would be like if he had been a sith and not a Jedi, Fang wondered if their combat styles would match in the same way that their attitudes did. Because this is your home, I'll extend to you the first move." the sith finished, as he spoke the sith was moving forward and to Fang's left, as he did so Fang was continuing to gather Force energy into himself, becoming a living conduit of the force, The sith not striking first? Are you sure you're not a Jedi? Fang mutttered as he matched The Sith's movements, stepping to his right keeping himself infront of the Sith. Fang had drawn one lightsaber in preperation that the Sith would strike first, and Fang did not want to go right into his usual style right off the bat. Fang chuckled for a moment You make a kind offer Xanthus, But you are my guest, and I would be a terrible host if I did not allow you the first strike. Fang replied.

 

[Xan]

As Xanthus moved in one direction, Fang moved in the opposing direction so that their movements mirrored each other and kept them staring straight at each other. "The sith not striking first? Are you sure you're not a Jedi?" As the combatants circled, Xanthus let out a sound that might have almost been another chuckle had it not been kept rather to himself. As it was however, his shoulders did rise and fall in the general semblance of light laughter. "You make a kind offer Xanthus, But you are my guest, and I would be a terrible host if I did not allow you the first strike." At this point, Xanthus shook his head lightly and spoke. "Clearly we will be getting no where with this. How about a compromise then? We both approach each other simultaneously and strike roughly at the same time." Xanthus said in a false exaggerated tone, stepping forwards towards Lucien, closing the distance between them from forty feet...thirty five...thirty...

During the walk towards his opponent, Xanthus continued to gather the Force into himself, similarly to what his opponent was doing but on a different level. Xanthus was drawing equally on the light and dark sides of the Force, whereas his opponent would likely only be gathering the light within his form. "As to the Jedi comment...people seem to be confused on that issue concerning me. My blade is silver, my aura appears gray to whomever senses it, and I don't act like a stereotypical Sith. You tell me what I am, Jedi." Xanthus said as he approached the twenty feet mark away from where he had previously been standing. On the assumption that Fang would indeed approach him as he approached the Jedi, then they would be meeting in the center of their circle in mere seconds.

 

[TAC]

As Drakus spoke, the Jedi Master moved carefully backwards, his body still tensed and ready for action. He would like it best if he could be near the other Jedi, in case he needed to act quickly and help them. The Sith in front of him was quite the opponent, though, albeit Larik knew neither of them were yet showing their full capabilities. Yet. He would use that to his advantage for as long as he could, however.

It didn't need to be spoken, but rather it was understood, that Larik disagreed with the Sith Master. What he said about the Council, the Order, and the Galactic Alliance. That much was obvious, as the Corellian had sworn his own life to the protection of everything those three stood for. Larik was also quite sure, however, that Drakus was crazy. There were two kinds of sith: heartless bastards, and wacko loons. Both were often fanatic, and usually very dangerous, but it was quite obvious to Larik that something within Drakus' mind had snapped. The man seemed heartless, yes, but he was definitely in the later category. The man decided not to comment on it, however. He simple grinned as the Sith Master finished his rant about everything he had ever hated.

After that, however, the man's hand raised and the helmet flew towards the Jedi. Larik was ready, pushing off and up from the ground. As the helmet passed him he applied his own Force push, slamming it down into the ground at an angle. The helmet smashed into the ground and skidded quite rapidly away. Larik himself utilized force of the push to propel himself up and backwards. As soon as Larik landed, quite elegantly, Drakus was upon him. The Jedi Master let himself be pushed back, elementarily parrying the blocks off to the side, killing the momentum of the fight. In fact, their legs moved faster than their lightsabers, as they played a bit of a game of cat and mouse. Left, right, left, right, single handed blocked as the Jedi Master's other hand remained free for balance.

It was all too obvious that Drakus expected some sort of attack. Instead, however, after the fourth deflection in the parry the Jedi Master leaped backwards into a spin. As he left the ground a single stroke was made towards the Sith Master to delay him for a second more. He felt the presence of Xanthus stepping purposefully but not quickly forward. The strong, force-based jump carried the Jedi Master well over the Assassin's head, and he landed once again gracefully. He was, however, this time between a fellow Jedi and both of the Sith. Somewhere behind him the Padawans' lightsabers were lit, but that wasn't his problem yet.


Leap frog only took you so far.

 

[Twisted Reality]

Larik's concern for his fellow Jedi would end up biting him in the backside. If he wasn't completely Focused when facing someone like Drakus, then it would lead to Drakus finding a weakness in the Jedi Masters Defense. It was Childs play to block the strike, as Larik jumped away. Drakus stayed Calm on the outside, and channeled his emotions. Gathering the force in his legs he leaped after the Jedi Master, Landing next to Xan, and calling the second Saber to his left hand igniting the cyan blade with a smirk.

"Your concern for your fellow Jedi will only lead to your defeat Larik, i want your full attention so when i beat you. I'll walk away with the satisfaction of knowing you were fighting to the best of your ability."

They were now among the others, and the only two who had yet to start fighting was Xan and Lucian. All they managed to do was swap starting positions. "Just get it over with Xan, or do you need some alone time with your new Jedi Friend?" Drakus jested into Xan's mind, now glad that he'd learned Telepathy from sixteen.

As for Larik, Drakus swapped his grip on his left saber to a back handed grip he angled his stance to the Jedi master, the left hilt held behind him at an angle. Once again Drakus moved, slowly walking and closing the distance between himself and Larik.

"You scared Master Jedi?"

Drakus asked, as if Mocking him. Before stepping forward with his right arm and sager thrusting forward aiming for Larik's throat, expecting the blow to be batted aside. In that event Drakus shifted his stance, gripping the left hilt tight and pivoted using his left foot as his base brought his right foot around. bringing the left blade around in a wide stabbing motion aiming for Larik's right side looking to run him through. While augmenting his physical strength and keeping his right saber ready to defend.

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[Mattoxz]

Markus wasn't surprised that the Sith girl was able to so easily, considering how nimble she appeared. It took grace to wield a saberstaff, grace which Markus did lack at the moment. Yet he knew enough to fight a wielder of it...Sorta...Enough to survive a few attacks at least! His eyes remained on the right blade after the deflection, expecting a retaliation attack. As the girl shifted her body once more though, the Padawan knew something bad was about to happen. Experience had taught him though, that if you knew where one blade was, it was a simple matter of trajectory to know where the other was. So if the right blade was above, then the left would have to be... "There!" He shouted, as he narrowly blocked the incoming red blade.

It was quite the close call, another second and he would of been having the difficulty of fighting without anything under the belt. Markus could feel the heat of the plasma blades holding so close to his hip. Quite some effort was needed to hold that position though, to much effort for him to hold for too long. So instead he calmed his mind, and allowed the Force to flow through him. Raising a palm towards the Sith, he unleashed as powerful of a Force Push as he could. Granted it wasn't a huge burst, but enough to give him some breathing room. And as the girl flew back, Markus took the moment to breathe and recover. If it weren't for the whole 'fate of the planet was at stake' aspect of the duel, this would be quite fun.

Suddenly, two more wielders of the Force entered the fray. Markus assumed the scary looking one in the robes was the Sith, and the other was the Jedi. In any case, they both seemed powerful, and whether or not that was a good thing remained to be seen. In any case, he needed to keep his attention on the woman trying to kill him. 'Maybe this recent turn of events could keep her distracted long enough for a surprise attack? That doesn't seem quite fair though, blast my overly kind ways!' He thought to himself, trying to think of what to do. 'I mean really, shes trying to kill me, so what does fair matter at this point? Maybe I should keep her distracted? Yeah, that would work, right?' He could feel dark voices press against his mind, and they pressed hard. Markus couldn't keep this defense up much longer.

"You know miss...I'm sorry, I never quite caught your name." Markus spoke up with an awkward laugh. "Is it Kesti? I could of sworn that you mentioned that name at some point." This wasn't going to work, no way it could. Under the cover of words, he slowly walked forward. "I'm sorry if that push hurt...Well, I suppose the point was to hurt you. I'm still sorry though!" A broken smile escaped him. What was he doing? Sweat formed on his brow as he continued to push forward, inch by inch. "I'm rambling, sorry. I tend to do that when people try to kill me. But we can change that, so if you would just put away your lightsaber I no longer have to...Fight!" The Padawan suddenly yelled as he dashed forward, and lunged for a stab. Hopefully this would work. It would have to work.

 

[Marf]

The sabres hummed intently as they held against one another for the moment, they seperated when Satoryu felt the surge of energy throw her backwards. She immediately grasped to Force to gain control over her physical movements and trajecotorize her landing. Letting her upper half bend over backwards in motion with the Force push, she moved into a complete backflip, using her hands at first to stop from being pushed to the ground, then flipping back onto her feet. She landed with her feet slightly apart and one facing forward, her left hand held catiously outward and her right still grasping her lightsaber. With a twirl of her wrist, she re-positioned the hilt.

Staring intently into the eyes of the Padawan, she moved her feet side by side, gradually circling him. The noises nearby distracted her for a moment and she moved her eyes to her senior brethren face the other Jedi and wondered if they faced the conflict that she did. She wanted to immerse herself fight, she wanted to taste this boy's blood, but she didn't want to die either. Many Sith had no fear of death and would willingly give up their lives for the sake of glory and their Empire, Sato thought that was stupid. Being Sith was about personal victory and logic over moral, there was nothing victorious or logical about being dead, unless you were Marka Ragnos. Perhaps such philosophical conflict would abandon Sato once she elevated to the level of Drakus and Xanthus, when raw confidence might replace her caution.

Her attention shifted back to Markus when he spoke to her, he asked her her name. Sato rolled her eyes, she had attacked him and he was already smitten? Her heart stopped for a moment when Markus mentioned a different name, Kesti's. It sounded odd to hear somebody else mentioned him, the ghost called Suffer had been lost to history, almost nobody knew he had even existed. "My name is Satoryu" she said, her name was an odd one to pronounce for those without her accent, "I thought the Jedi abhorred flirting." She couldn't help but manage a sly smile as he actually stammered an apology, she had attacked him for Ragnos' sake! He waffled on, but before Sato could reply, his lightsaber came directly at her being. Aided by Force speed, she pivoted to her right and spun around in a full circle until she was a few feet away from Markus, standing behind him. She threw her fingertips towards the Padawan's back, unleashing a surge of violet lighting. In other hand, she ignited her lightaber in preparation.

 

[Fang.]

Clearly we will be getting no where with this. How about a compromise then? We both approach each other simultaneously and strike roughly at the same time. the Sith said, Fang simply nodded in response and began to approach teh sith, teh distance closing exponentially, as they approached the Sith spoke again As to the Jedi comment...people seem to be confused on that issue concerning me. My blade is silver, my aura appears gray to whomever senses it, and I don't act like a stereotypical Sith. You tell me what I am, Jedi." The Sith spoke, If you identify yourself as gray, and neither dark nor light, then why do you fight for either? Fang easily asked in response, this truly was an interesting sith, and had they not been in a time of war or been born on different sides of it, Fang would have liked very much to have a lenghthy discussion on many topics with the man, but alas, their seperate orders would never permit it.

As they closed in on each other, Master Larik and.... Drakus..., Drakus, the Sith master who had defeated him on Tython, Fang felt a very brief bubble of rage for the man, before pushing it out of his mind, Master Larik would handle Drakus, And Fang would handle Xanthus. Fang sped up and leaped over the Jedi master's head making a downward strike at Xanthus, before coming back up at an upward isagonal, Fang would make several more quick jabbing strikes thereafter, before quickly disengaging backing up a couple steps, and ending up on the opposite side from where he started, not bothering to see if he hit.

After his attack, Fang looking up, observing the Sith Xanthus and smirking slyly at him, your move.

 

[Xan]

"I'm afraid that the only ones needing alone time around here are the two neophytes over there, Master Drakus." Xanthus responded with amusement in his tone even as he continued to advance at his own leisurely pace towards his opponent. "If you identify yourself as gray, and neither dark nor light, then why do you fight for either?" A worthy question, and one that required much consideration before an honest answer could be given. Lucien might even have received that answer swiftly had a certain Jedi Master not decided that at that moment he would leap between the two combatants. Xanthus almost smiled as he leveled his blade at the Jedi Master.

He was just preparing himself for a forward strike when his true opponent leaped over the Master's head and aimed a downward slash at him which he sidestepped, only to bring his blade downwards at an angle when his opponent brought his blade back up. Following this exchange was a round of swift jabbing strikes that Xanthus moved his blade to handle. One, two, three...the strikes continued after Xanthus stopped counting, which was entirely fine with him. It was about time that the duel between the two of them got started. When the combatants broke off, Xanthus noticed that sometime during their encounter they had switched sides, with him standing with his back to a Jedi Master and with Lucien standing with his back to a Master of the Sith Order. "Your move." Xanthus chuckled and responded: "It most certainly is." After which he unleashed a Force Wave at Lucien before charging into the Jedi's defenses, blade swinging ferociously. He entered his will to fight and his passion for victory into his every strike against the Jedi, letting the Force charge his muscles with excess strength. First feinting thrust maneuver, followed by a downward slash. Then a series of hammering blows meant to test out his opponent's defenses. After the sixth such technique, Xanthus would take a step back and use a powerful Force Push, hopefully catching his opponent off-guard and sending him flying backwards a few meters.

 

[TAC]

The Jedi Master, now fully concentrating himself with the combat he was engaged in, parried the lightsaber as expected. Another attack was not really either surprising either, however, seeing as the Sith was trying to kill Larik. Calmly, the man simply batted the Sith's second strike away. Larik knew the Sith expected an attack, but he wouldn't let his opponent get away that easily. Instead of an attack to the normal places Ataru would attack- and it was no doubt obvious that the Jedi Master had been favoring that form- the Jedi threw a quick flick towards the Sith's lightsaber. It called for a semi-awkward, inbetween sort of parry-block, that might make the Sith think twice about what exactly Master Novan was doing and planning.

Instead of taking advantage of that with his lightsaber finesse, the man then threw a force push at the Sith. It wouldn't be something crippling, but yet another thing that would most likely be quite unexpected in the current situation- a series of smaller, less lethal things just to throw the Sith off. Moving along with his push, the Jedi threw himself backwards so that he was filling the door frame to the hallowed halls.

"Jedi Knight, Padawan, get behind me, we don't have time for this," the Master called as he mentally prepared himself for what would happen. He would, for at least a few moments, be defending the other two Jedi from all three Sith. Taking a step as the two (hopefully) based by him, he would funnel the Sith into the doorway so that fighting even with two of them would be difficult. Although eventually the fact that one or two of them was idle and/or supporting the main combatant through the use of force powers would give Larik trouble, he could buy some time for the other two Jedi to get past him.

Larik knew that the battle was lost- he had just gotten back from the frontlines, and the explosions and screams that could be heard from around the now burning temple fortified that thought. He had to get these two Jedi back to safety, for fighting these three Sith was only buying more time until Imperium reinforcements arrived.

 

[Twisted Reality]

Drakus took the force push in stride, flipping back a few feet be landed on his feet and slid back a few inches. His face blank of rage, of anger. He looked at peace but under that calm exterior he was seething and feeding his power through the force. Deactivating his light sabers, he reached behind him and placed the two hilts on the magnetic plate. He turned towards the door way when he heard the call.

"Do not let them retreat, push the attack!"

He spoke into Xan and Sato's mind, he would not let these Jedi Retreat. Not again, Drakus looked over at a tree that had fallen and raised his hands. Reaching out with the force he raised it from the ground and chucked it at the doorway. He'd be damned if he just let them get away without a fight. Calling his third saber hilt into his right hand, he activated the crimson blade. Wither or not the tree struck anything other then the building itself. He'd advance, to try and cut off the other two Jedi. To get between them and the Jedi Master.

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[Mattoxz]

Markus' attack to his dismay, had no positive effect for him in the slightest. In fact, as his opponent gracefully moved behind him, a horrible feeling sank into the pit of his stomach. "I wouldn't really call it flirting as much as-" Were the only words he could bumble out before the worst pain he had ever experienced shot through his body. As if all of his muscles had locked up and were set on fire. A very broken and jolted cry escaped from him, as the lightning coursed through his blood. To him it felt like an eternity before he could react. As soon as he could muster the energy though, the Padawan felt the Force surge through him as he launched out of the volley of electricity. Thanks to this boost of power, the boy landed much farther than anyone regularly jumping could of journeyed. The landing itself was nothing to be proud of, practically smacking his head against the ground.

There he lay in agony, still convulsing every few seconds from the jolt. His breath heavy, he tried to move, but to no avail. It seemed that Markus' body was not very attune towards dealing with electrical shocks. The Padawan's mind was in utter disarray at this point, nothing but maddening cries filled it. Somewhere very distant, the boy could of sworn he felt a voice calling out. Ordering him to do something, but he could not understand what. Opening his eyes, Markus found the world in a very distorted light. Everything was fuzzy, only the bright colors of the individual lightsabers stood out to him. That and a moving tree that shot directly towards a doorway. It all seemed so distant though, none of it felt relevant. His focus was directed at something stirring inside him, something he felt he could not repress any longer.

Markus gripped his head in pain as something shot through it. The boy could only grunt in response, everything was becoming too much. The pain was unbelievable, and everything was becoming more distorted. Inside of his own mind, voices he could not claim as his own shouted gibberish. All except one, one who promised him an escape from that pain. All he would have to do is join the rest in their rantings, become one with them. Normally he would resist such an offer with every fiber of his being, but at the moment, every fiber of his being was in pain. So the Padawan done the only thing that he could do in such a situation. He gave in.

It was as if his consciousness was swept away in a tidal wave of disarray and anarchy. All of a sudden, nothing felt like his, not even his own identity. No...It wasn't that. It was that he no longer had an identity. Not a singular one, no that would be much to individual. He was apart of a greater system now, a hive mind made up entirely of himself. The vessel rose up from its place on the ground, the pain it had took starting to subside. They looked at all around them, seeking out whichever one caused such harm to Them. Their eyes settled on the girl called Satoryu. She was the cause of Their pain, and thus, she would have to feel pain as well.

They charged at her, a sort of second wind filling the vessel. Their swings were vicious, going for a flurry of blows that was much different than what the singular Markus would of attempted. "Die!" The collective entity snarled as the repeated blows hammered down upon the Sith girl.

 

[Marf]

As the Padawan writhed on the ground, Satoryu slowly strode up to him, her lightsaber still ready, in case he suddenly reacted. His torment was enticing. The way he moved and jerked involuntarily as the blue and violet sparks entwined with his body. Sato was utterly distracted and lost in enjoyment, the battle suddenly bared no importance at all. She moved towards him until she was standing directly over his being. Her hands hung limply by her side as her lightsaber hummed ominously. Her head was slightly tilted, looking down at the suffering individual, letting her hair casually fall forward. If Markus were to look up, he would be able to see clearly the immaculately sinister beauty of his attacker.

"Are you suffering?"

Her speech was almost totally devoid of emotion, save for a slight hiss and a lower in her tone, conveying her psychopathy in absolute subtlety. His circumstances, his state of pain, reminded her all too well of herself. For ten years her body had been writhed by an invading presence. Her own living Hell was displayed here freshly and separately in front of her own eyes. She suddenly understood exactly why Kesti had tortured her so; It was absolutely refreshing seeing your own misery inflicted upon somebody else. Satoryu could not blink, her dull green eyes were fixated on Markus.

In the end, the voice that had tormented her had given her strength when she was at her weakest, and Markus' case would prove to be the same. In the midst of his agony, they commanded him to act. The boy lunged towards her and she jumped back a few a feet, his swings seemed random and uncoordinated. Was he mad? Perhaps he and Sato had even more common then. She allowed her own near-insanity to fuel her, a carefully channelled and focused insanity to guide her in the passion-seethed movements of Juyo.

 

[Fang.]

It most cetanly is. said the sith with a devilish smile, Fang braced himself for an oncoming attack which was quickly felt as the Sith unleashed a force wave at him, Fang jumped back allowing the momentum to carry him some distance before he landed again. The Sith coming at him with a downward slash, Fang side stepped it, but the sith kept infront of him. Hammering at him with a series of hammer smashes with his lightsaber, Utilizing the aspect of form V taught in Niman, Fang blocked them with a series of movements vary close to his own body. Suddenly Fang noticed his opponents off hand moving back then forward again. Fang was sent flyingback, having been caught off gaurd. He twisted in the air to angle himself appropriatly and when he hit the ground, he used the momentum to role back up. with one knee on the ground, before he stood again. he paused for a moment to wipe some of the dirt off of his face.


Impressive. Fang said in a neutral voice. He turned his head slightly as he heard Master Larik speak. "Jedi Knight, Padawan, get behind me, we don't have time for this," Fang frowned. I dont believe that is quite possible for me master Larik. Fang said simply in response, he was a great distance away now from the fight in addition to there being a sith infront of him who quite obviouosly would not be content to just sit there and watch Fang go to the Master's side. No, it seemed that Fang would likely have to beat his opponent if Larik wanted Fang to go to him.

 

[Xan]

The Jedi Master called a retreat and without skipping a beat, Drakus ordered the Sith to redouble their attacking efforts. He would be damned before he would allow the Jedi to escape so easily. Not that it truly mattered to Xanthus, as the major battle for the planet was now in its epilogue. The Sith had triumphed and the Jedi were either retreating, or being mowed down like grass before the scythe. 'Although, I must admit that I am having quite a large amount of fun.' Xanthus thought to himself as his force attack slammed into Fang and sent him flying backwards. The Jedi Knight had risen with a single word, to which Xanthus offered a mock bow, though to his credit he avoided taunting the Jedi this time. "The Knight speaks truly, Master Jedi. I am afraid that I cannot allow him to get past me so easily. Not when our battle has only just now truly begun." Xanthus said in the direction of the Jedi Master without turning his head away from the Knight. With a sudden relaxation of his muscles, Xanthus made the mental and physical changes into the Makashi form. Bringing his lightsaber into a vertical beam that shone in the center of his body, Xanthus flicked the blade downward, completing a Makashi salute. "But surely the Knight does not desire to end our confrontation so early? We haven't even had time to ponder my allegiance to the Sith." Xanthus said to the Knight with an undertone of amusement. "On that note, I believe that it is your turn." Xanthus said with a gracious gesture.

 

[TAC]

A tree.

Why hadn't he seen that coming?

With a loud yelp, the Jedi Master's hands went up, his lightsaber dropping to the ground in front of him. He called upon the force, slowing the wild throw of his Sith opponent. Luckily the man hadn't continued to apply the Force, but had simply implemented the appropriate amount of push and redirected his thoughts, as Larik was able to somewhat easily catch this huge trunk. With another loud yell, Larik pushed the tree as hard as he could, over the other four combatants between Drakus and himself.

Unlike Drakus, however, Larik continued to apply the force as he shoved the tree trunk down upon the Sith Master. Should the man simply dodge it, Larik's lightsaber would flick up into hand. At the far end of the grassy field, several more sith landed, as well as Imperial troopers. "No," the Master replied to the other Jedi, "We need to go now!"

 

[Twisted Reality]

Drakus growled, his rage controlled as he assessed the situation. That was when his highly tuned battle senses pinged to warn him of the incoming danger. Drakus used the force and his natural dexterity, he flipped himself through the air landing on the large trunk of the tree and fired a powerful force push to force it down into the ground. Drakus was a Master in telekinesis, most sith chose the more darker powers to master. Such as fear, but Drakus enjoyed the versatility of the telekinetic power lines. Pushing off the now grounded tree he used the force to propel him into the air.

Connecting the two long handled light saber, into a longer version of a saber staff he only ignited one blade. Bringing his light saber down in a two handed aerial falling Avalanche. The preferred kinetic strike of form Five. Blocked or not, he was aiming for Larik's wrist looking to sever his sword arm and severally limiting his fighting power. The harsh sound of the light saber as it cut through the air filled Drakus' ears as he kept his focus on the hilt so that he could activate the second blade of the newly formed saber staff if the need arose.

"Just die!"
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[Marf]

The Padawan's blade came lunging towards her, which she managed to easily dodge with a quick side-step, allowing the sabre to stab the thin air. As she swerved to Markus' side, Sato brought her own lightsaber in towards his waist, but the Padawan was quick enough to counter her attack. His movements were hasty and ruthless, conducted by the personalities raging within him.

Markus' behaviour and actions were all too familiar to Sato and it finally dawned on her what was going on. Was he possibly plagued by similar circumstances such as her own? Suddenly, a strange emotion overcame her, one that she had felt only once before. She pitied him. He was cursed by an invading entity that his Jedi brethren probably forced him to repress. Had he been a Sith, he would have learned to control and master the voices in his head, allowing them to empower him. In time with their duel, Sato's own secondary presence sang allowed in her head.

"Madness is a nuisance and no-one is immune! Your Master or Apprentice may become a raving loon!"

The ghost was right, she could not kill this boy. As his maddened, uncoordinated strike came her way, Satoryu lept backwards and began to gather all the Force energy surrounding her presence. He ran towards and came to strike again, but before he could hit his target, Sato threw forward her hands sending out the largest Force push she could muster. Markus was thrown backwards several feet and landed on the ground next to Master Larik. Heeding the Jedi Master's words, the boy abandoned his enemy to take cover behind his superior.

"Don't you say a word, Kestija."

 

[Fang.]

"We need to go now!" shouted master Larik, Fang took a brief look around, they were quickly losing as Sith Reinforcements arrived, its your turn, said Xanthus infront of him. Larik was right, at this point it was wisest to retreat and regroup. It was then that Fang saw the Sith master going for Larik out of the corner of his eye Drakus. Quickly, Fang devised a plan. If there was more time, perhaps.

Summoning all of his dexterity and increasing it with Force speed, Fang moved. he began by jumping and flipping over xanthus' head drawing on the heat of his own body and teh force, Fang unleashed a cone of fire at Xanthus to keep him surpressed while Fang was in the air, with his left saber he threw it towards Larik, perfectly timing his throw so that it would reach there just as Drakus' blade came down blocking it, and preventing Drakus from hurting the master before the strike landed, hopefully.

Fang caught his lightsaber on the way back and landed slightly infront and to the right of Larik. as he landed he pushed a button on his arm, the transport would be there momentarily. Fang deactivated his lighsabers and put them on his hips as he turned around. closing his eyes he began to quickly gather the force energy around him. This plan would leave him weak, so it would have to work, Fang gatehred a powerfull force push and sent it at Drakus, Fang didnt doubt that the Sith lord would be unharmed, but was confident he would have been sent back several feet. overhead, the sound of a transports engines going into hover mode could be heard as it arrived and lowered its altitude behind them. Fang gathered all of his strength and energy and pushed into the ground infront of him. the resulting action was a blinding dust storm for the sith, dust, clumps of dirt, branches and leaves swarmed into them, through this cloud, a lightsaber could barely be seen. Fang would only be able to hold this for a few seconds, enough time for Master Larik to get onto the ship with the padawan, and then barely enough time for Fang himself to get on.

GO! NOW! Fang said as he created the storm. Fang hoped this would work, for if it didnt, well he decided not to think about what might happen if it didnt.