The Battle of Coruscant -- The Jedi Temple: Main Gates

[Wit]

Luthair was unfazed by the deflection of his attack, if the mental attack had not been indicative enough, this salvo was more than enough to convince him that he was facing a skilled opponent. All around him he could feel the battle swinging into top gear, but he could do nothing about that right now, this was the battle the Force had chosen for him.

He felt the Force gathering around the Sith, which at once flew towards him, his danger sense, which had been tingling ever since the battle had started, suddenly spiking. Realizing what the Sith was attempting to do, he firmly planted his feet on the ground and pushed outwards with the Force, hastily creating a barrier to protect himself from the attack as best he could. Even so more than a few pieces of shrapnel pierced their way through his shield and his arms and legs were soon sporting numerous cuts as they flew past him. One particularly large piece even flew past his head, only his quick reflexes prevented it from impaling itself in his head, though it still managed to cut deeply into the left hand-side of his forehead as it passed, leaving him bleeding.

It was in that moment that the Sith's next attack landed, riding in on the back of the blast. Luthair ignited his blade and held it up, blocking the incoming attack but letting it push him backwards. At the same timed he pushed against Avlis's blade, using it as a springboard of sorts to push himself back and away from his attacker. By increasing the distance between them he brought himself some breathing room. His head was bleeding heavily now, blood flowing down the left side of his face, almost blinding one eye. But a moment to catch his breath was all he needed and he was ready for whatever he would throw at him next and brought his lightsaber up in a defensive stance.

 

[Defiance]

Victory lusted within his mind's eye, and the call for the Jedi's fall sung within his lungs. That abhorrent flame burned within him, working to consume the children's hope of survival, searing itself upon it's victims before they too faced the infinite abyss. The smell of claret he smelled. A sheep now wounded, ready to be slaughtered. His tool, that sanguine menace, flourished twice upon the desecrated Jedi blade. Then repelled the cornered animal, reeking of fear and incompetence. Filth was this, to be so easily battered and pressured. One such ritual remedied such a situation with alacrity. The death by blade, cleansing the mire of the Jedi, a beautiful process of simple precision.

"Pathetic."

His light yet patient footsteps advanced towards his prey, knowing of the inevitable destruction that was to follow. Darkness reached towards the Jedi, seeking to crush him and impair him, dark whispers in his mind confirming his foretold death.

"Incompetence breeds within your every breath, Jedi."

His eyes pierced him with an ice-cold gaze, hatred palpable within the very air that resided within this duel.

"Submit."

Came he nearer upon the Jedi, edging just as he too edged back. Fire and brimstone of biblical proportions could be seen raging all across Coruscant, defiling the sky, city, and all its inhabitants. Two nimble steps took he, and with him came his blade. He swung twice, thrice. Immovable slashes rained upon the Jedi, the fight revived anew.

 

[Galad J. Victus]

Galad watched with curiosity as a Jedi came out of the ruined gates. A young man. But, something was wrong with him. A... black stain. His aura was not that of a Jedi. Not entirely. And his eyes. They were of the same colour with Galad's lightsaber. A fallen Jedi? He did not like the sound of that, as it aroused the painful memories of the old. Too familiar. Yet, his face was purified was of all emotions, as before. Galad had also changed. He had the control. Control of the mind, and the Dark Side alike. He too, was fallen.

[COLOR="#Crimson"]"You were too weak to resist? You are disgrace, a disaster. You deserve death."[/COLOR] His face expression, was sad. Dissapointed, as if he was looking at a lost cause. Yet, empty in the same time. He may have been looking at the 'Jedi', or some point far beyond him. His gaze was deep, his green eyes ever bright.

Suddenly, his hand dissapered amongs the waving robes, only to emerge back with a hilt.

"You want to leave? Try."

His hand slowly rose sidewards, as his eyes were fixed on the man, directly into the crimson eyes. He had no fear.

 

[Twisted Reality]

Drakus Watched Yuunda carefully from behind those dark pits that were the helmets eyes. The build up was palpable and the amount of Force energy was so thick it was as if a single stroke of a lightsaber could lite the air on fire. He watched, the way Yuunda's hands moved Drakus could tell something was up. He'd been in enough Duels to know when something was about to happen. At this distance, the only thing that could come from Yuunda's hand movements was a force power of some kind. Drakus projected a protective Shield around himself and his unofficial apprentice and Friend just as another person jumped over head. Both firing off a force power.

Since those two powers, came in at different points and levels when they hit the shield much of the initial force behind them was absorbed. Leaving a slight breeze and a small rain of flames to float around them before dissipating. Well, now that was new. Force Shield maybe more taxing then one would think, Drakus needed vary little Force energy to be deadly. Being that he relied on his sabers and body to deal the damage. They both came in, Yuunda being a practitioner of form V's Djem So much like Drakus Dealing with the attack was simple.

Though Yuunda did not know that Drakus himself had also split away from only using Form V. Calling his other saber to his left, he pivoted turning his body and essentially side stepping the attack to his right. His right saber coming to the inside of Yunnda's blade to apply pressure and keep the blade down long enough for him to deal with the second individual aiming to engage Sato. Drakus kept his momentum fluid as his left saber came lower aiming at Ryloss's right knee. Charging someone with another so close was a big mistake since Sato was close and to his flank the strike at Ryloss was meant to trip him up and make him rethink how he engaged. So that Sato could just get into things with a strike.

The whole motion turned himself so that he still had Yuunda to his front. A testament to the duel saber strategy of using one blade for Defense and the other offense. No words needed to be said, Drakus was using Form III's defense to his advantage. Such Rash attacks would only hasten their defeat. Drakus was far more skilled then he had been back when Yuunda and him spared on Korriban on the cusp of Drakus' raise to Crusader.​

 

[Wanderer]

"Just remember when I hold your still beating heart before your eyes, that I gave you a chance to flee false Sith." Kin-Wan was already angry. He had to deal with enough of these insects to last for today and now another one yet barred his path. He was ready to leave this doomed world and everything behind him. Perhaps he would find somewhere quiet...a barren planet sounded nice. But first...He had to deal with him. He didn't even bother speaking, as it would now be pointless.With lightning fast reflexes he raised his hands and unleashed Force Lightning. But what would be even more surprising to the Sith than a Jedi using Force Lightning, would be the fact that it was as crimson as his eyes.

 

[Marf]

The searing heat of Yuunda's fire attack could be felt on Satoryu's face before the flames even reached her. She used the Force to propel herself off the ground and high into the air into a backwards somersault, then landed on her feet about three meters away from the flames. The smell of a few singed strands of hair reached her nose. Her eyes quickly darted to the figure standing to her right and she felt the pressure of the incoming Force push.

Sato had been too busy avoiding the flames to dodge Ryloss' attack. She quickly turned sideways to face him, but her feet were knocked off the ground. After momentarily loosing her balance, she fell forwards, but managed to use the Force to gain control of her movements and determine her fall. Her feet were parted sideways when she landed and one hand was on the ground, the other still grasping her lightsaber.

By the time she had regained her balance, Ryloss' sword came slashing down towards her shoulder. Sato ignited both blades of her own weapon and held the hilt horizontally at the level of her face, she could feel the heat radiating off the blades. She blocked Ryloss attack with the right blade, the left stuck out horizontally to the side. She grit her teeth and leant over backwards as the weapons held together, all the while thinking "Does this guy think he's Sadow or something? That's a bloody odd weapon for a Jedi to wield."

The blades were brought apart as Sato took a quick step backwards before changing the position of her right hand, so she could swipe the right blade of her sabre across Ryloss' neck. The blade had already been inches away from Ryloss when Sato had countered his swipe on her shoulder, it would give him little space and time to move.

 

[Galad J. Victus]

For a moment, all he could see was the crimson colour of death. It filled everything. Anger, panic, and hunger for battle, the lighting which flyed forth caused. They fastened Galad, gave him power, his emotions. He drained them, absorbed them. As they gave strength, he poured them to the already unleashead crimson blade, as it took position to defend it's master from death and defeat. The crimson met crimson, in a firce clash they locked. The lightning covered the blade, but it could not move it aside. The crimson danced around the darkness, in an impressive light show. A dance of fire and death.

Galad; who had been both mentally prepared before the false Jedi appeared, and enchanted with the power of the Dark Side, resisted. When it was finally over, his breath was a little fastened, yet he still stood ground. Between the ruins of the gate, and the battle which raged outside.

[COLOR="#CRIMSON"]"You are a brainless monster. As I have said; you deserve death. You even need it."[/COLOR]

A hand covered with black gloves and dark robes was lifted towards the ruins behind the man. From the ashes, a rock rose, one big enough the crash the false Jedi's very bones. It stood freely in the air, before flying towards the man with a lightning speed and deadliness. It would squeeze him between the wall and itself and tore him apart if he couldn't defend himself.

 

[The Derp of Hooves]

Obviously Drakus had grown since their last meeting, but so had Yuunda. He noticed the variation in his style which must'v meant that he branched from Djem So but he wasn't focused on that at the moment. However his mistake was in thinking that Yuunda still only had one saber. As Drakus focused his attention on striking out at Ryloss, Yuunda quickly switched hands freeing up his left. With a quick burst of force, he activated his second saber the silver white blade seemed to come out of his hand aiming down at Drakus's right foot. Thinking on his feet, Yuunda quickly turned off the saber in his left hand hoping to both off balance Drakus and get around his saber lock. Yuunda's left hand was above his right, so when he turned off his saber, he focused his power on swinging upwards and turning his blue saber back on so that when it fully extended he would be attempting to cut off Drakus's other leg.

 

[Ush]

Ryloss's leg went forwards to dodge Drakus' stab, but this put him off balance and he had to shoot his head back so fast he almost whiplash to avoid Satoryo's attack. An avid user of Ataru, Ryloss was well able for it, but he decided to keep on the offensive. Jumping up, he kicked off of Satoryo's chest (he knew where the most cushioned part of her was, both for lift and the fact that it would catch her off guard) and back-flipped away. His swod trailed the air gracefully behind him, and he wondered if Satoryo would be able to see his name and the date, barely two weeks before, he had finished the sword written in Sith on the blade. He also wondered what she thought of his other personal touches, like the green edge and the Terentakek-skin hilt. As he did this, he saw Yuunda's very nice usage of Trákata, something he himself would use when he pulled out his lightsabers. Mentally reaching out, he spoke to Yuunda.
"Nice, now try and separate them."
He reached out one hand and pulled Satoryo towards him with the force, whilst also blasting her with pheromones and adding lust to her emotional state. It would throw her off guard, as much as him kicking her breasts had at least. Lust added to his own state, as well as the thrill of battle, allowed him to reach to the dark side. Spreading his outstretched palm, he conjured a blast of force lightning. It would basically pass through her doing little more than make her hair stand upright, but it would be enough to add to add to that already jumbled mesh of confusion he was sending her way.
He also wondered if she realized he wasn't a Jedi by now.

 

[Wit]

That moment of respite had done the trick for the Jedi Master, centered in the Force he was ready for the barrage that came down upon him. Breathing slowly, his movements reserved and conservative, he moved his lightsaber in pure defense, shifting his body around by the bare requirement to put the entire force of his being behind blocking every incoming attack. The last slash he blocked with not only his own strength, but carried out a swing with the full Force of a powerful Forse push behind it, intending to push his opponent away.

"You cannot make the Light submit Sith. I have seen it, you have already lost. No matter how dark your night may be, the Jedi will herald the day once more, and a bright and beautiful day it shall be. Come, let us end this fight."

At that very moment, a young boy emerged into a small recess in the far wall of the entrance chamber, several stories above them. Kain al'Thor looked on with apprehension as his father fought to defend the entrance.

 

[Defiance]

Avlis braced as the telekinesis hit him, pushing him away from the doomed Jedi. His boots screeched on the marble floor as he looked downward in preparation of the wave of pressure.

Angered words spilled from his wicked lips to poison the laughable statement. "Lies spoken from broken ideals."

Images of the raging battle of Coruscant would be sent with intensity into al'Thor's mind, to remind him of the despair and hopelessness of victory. Defended or not, Avlis returned again with his booming words.

"The Jedi have heralded death."

Electricity crackled at his fingertips and two bolts of lightning bombarded upon the Jedi's form, seeking to ensnare and consume the victim it now sought. Avlis stepped closer as the streams began, nearing and nearing to Jedi, also intensifying it's potency with proximity.

"And now you will fall!"

 

[Wanderer]

Kin-Wan was no longer here...all that was left was the heir to the Devourer and he had had enough of these false Sith for today. The black robed figure barring his path managed to deflect most of the bolts with his own saber before spouting something about death that was only half heard. Suddenly a very large chunk of debris was rocketing towards him in an attempt to crush him between it and the wall behind him. He snorted right before he utilized his impressive Force Jump ability and performed a front flip over the flying debris as it slammed into the wall behind him. He landed gracefully and crimson eyes flashed to the figure in black, "Is that all?"

He finally drew his own lightsaber and ignited the verdant blade, both a stark contrast to his current personality and a reminder of his fractured psyche. But he would deal with that later. For now he had more blood to spill.

 

[Twisted Reality]

Drakus was a master of his form, and duel combat. With the force aiding his movement, and his battle senses on high. He took the to air, twisting his body as he flipped he brought his hands out. Firing off a vary condensed force push at both Yuunda and Ryloss at the same time before he landed and switched his grip on his lightsabers deactivating them both.

"Sato, get close!"

He called into Sato's mind, Drakus had already started gathering the force to himself. Will so many emotions flying through the planet, the fear and death was palpable. It only made them stronger, feeding on the fear on the air.

"Time for a Duel Repulse, hope you've been practicing."

He once again spoke into her mind, silently plotting. Drakus on both of their opposition. It was one thing to face Drakus as an acolyte, it was another to face him as a Master, he knew much more. It was not a surprise to think Yuunda would branch out and use two lightsabers. It was the logical for someone who used a form based on domination. Two sabers meant more offensive strikes.

"Start gathering the force, when they come in for an attack. We'll use it at the same time. Being this close to each other, we're in each others safe zone."
​

 

[Marf]

The kick to her chest might have hurt if the young girl, wasn't, well, lacking. Since she wasn't very strong, it was still enough to throw her off balance and push her backwards. Before she hit the ground, she felt the Force pull her back towards Ryloss. As she came towards him, a strange, strong smell filled her nose, causing her to sneeze. All of a sudden, she became overwhelmed by arousal. She understood this particular attribute of the Zeltrons, and took a moment to gather her senses. She had been distracted, but it felt undeniably good.

Satoryu had been distracted long enough not to deflect Ryloss' bolt of Force lightning. It was a fairly weak bout, and only shocked her. The hit threw her off balance and sent her jolting backwards, deactivating her lightsaber. Her attention was refocused by the sound of Drakus' voice. Before she rejoined her ally, Sato conjured up all the power she could muster, then threw her palm forward, hurdling a sphere of pure Dark Side Energy in Ryloss' direction. While her opponent was occupied, Sato turned and ran back towards Drakus.

"Yes, Master!"

Positioning herself by the Juggernaught's side, Sato reattached her lightsaber to her obi then turned around to face Ryloss. The Sith Master's red cape blew out behind her as she stood closely beside him. Momentarily closing her eyes in meditation, she did what she was told and began to focus and gather all the surrounding Force energy. Holding her hands out in front of her in a spherical position, she collected the Force power in preparation for the assault.

 

[Galad J. Victus]

[COLOR="#CRIMSON"]"Not bad."[/COLOR]

The boy in dark took a step forward, one that was slow and careful. His eyes fixed at the crimson eyes, a shade of anger merely visible. The only part of the boy which showed any emotions. Then another step, and another. With the tip of the crimson blade of death scorching a line that followed Galad as he moved. He moved in closer, stopping before the fallen jedi. A smirk appeared as the crimson blade rouse slowly, rising shadow of the death, ready to kill and unleash battle. Grabbed with two hands, above the head, angled back. Almost as a whip, it was swung towards the higher chest of the man, fast and strong, enough to cause death, or at least drive to defeat. After the lightning strike, blade re-took position, this time in front of Galad, in a defensive look.

[COLOR="#CRIMSON"]"But it was just the beginning."[/COLOR]

 

[T.J]

Rummaging through the rubble that lay strewn about, Delmon's senses remained keenly focused on the battles around him. At any moment one could cross his path and force him to engage. Although it was something he wanted, engaging before he had completed his search would mean possibly missing what he had been searching for. Turning over a piece of shattered permacrete the Mandalorian finally found what he had been searching for.

Below the rubble lay a body, but it wasn't just any corpse. The previous owner had been a jedi, something that had been quite apparent due to the robes the body still wore. Crouching down and wrenching one of the corpse's arms out of the rubble, it was then that Delmon found his prize. A lightsaber was still clenched in the death grip of the Jedi, something Delmon quickly remedied after he broke a few of the corpses fingers. Holding the silver cylinder up to the light he quietly inspected his prize.

Such scavenging was not beneath the Mandalorian. After all, even the most skilled predator had to resort to scavenging one time or another. It was the way of the jungle, something the Mandalorian had not totally gotten out of his system since his exposure to the galaxy at large. Letting the now mangled hand drop to the ground and clipping the lightsaber to his belt, Delmon scanned his surrounding for a potential opponent. Several fights were taking place all around him, some shook the ground below his feet with every traded blow, while others seemed much more precise.

One in particular peeked his interest. From his vantage point it appeared as if two Sith were engaging one another. Something he had been told was not unheard of, but he still thought it odd to happen in the midst of battle. Closing the gap between himself and the two force users as quickly and quietly as he could, Delmon drew his slug pistol in his off hand as he advanced. As he drew closer he noticed one of the force users held a bright green blade, indicating to the young Mandalorian that the man in question must have been the Jedi out of the two. It was impossible to be certain however, both had the demeanor of Sith, and both seemed to be using what others would call dark side powers.

Whatever the case, it would have to wait until after the battle's end before being sorted out. Aiming his slug pistol as he held his blade defensively Delmon fired twice at the force user with the green lightsaber. The shots would be impossible to defect with a lightsaber due to their solid slug nature, and almost as hard to dodge due to their speed. Delmon was still quite a ways from the two however, making his aim less than perfect with the shorter ranged pistol he aimed at the Jedi.

((This is aimed at Galad and Wanderers fight btw, just to dispel any confusion before it arises))

 

[The Derp of Hooves]

Yuunda was somewhat pleased that Drakus managed to dodge his attack, however, Yuunda wouldn't let him get away. Dodging the force blast sent his way, he was glad that he had improved from their last meeting. Yuunda felt Ryloss's presence enter his mind and heard the words to try and separate the Sith that they were fighting. He gave an acknowledgement and shot him a quick mental picture of what he was about to do so he wouldn't be surprised. Gathering as much force about him as he could he let it out in a burst, a wider version of the push that Drakus sent towards him, it was his Force Repulse. The attack, he knew, was strong enough to clear anything within a ten meter radius.

While the quickness of the attack had winded him and strained most of his a good deal of his power, Yuunda was good at hiding his pain. He once again charged Drakus, his blue and white sabers blazing. With his right hand he made a diagonal swipe towards Drakus's right shoulder, then thinking on the spot, he turned off his saber at the last moment, stopping at the waist. Then as quick as he could he turned it back on while he was in the middle of his actual strike through the waist

 

[Ush]

The force of Sato's attack made Ryloss stumble, making his head ring. But it didn't do any kind of lasting damage. When he returned to full consciousness he saw the pair standing close together, unarmed. Ryloss got a bad feeling about that. Putting his own weapon away, he reached out with the force-

"Find you, bind you! Hide, boy, but we always collect!"

The voice shot through his head like a drug, and not one of the fun ones. Stumbling back again, Ryloss looked up just in time to hear Yuunda tell him what he was planning.
"Won't work..."
He was so confused in that moment it wouldn't get through, though. He blocked the repulse and stood up shakilly. Then he saw Yuunda charge.
"NO YUUNDA, NO!"
He immediately sought to contract his friend's charge, trying to protect him with the force. At the same time, he smashed into Sato with Force strikes along her head, throat and the back of her legs, trying to dissipate what he thought was coming.

 

[Wit]

Luthiar brought up his lightsaber to catch the lightning, reaching into the Force to numb his injuries. But as he opened himself more to the Force he sensed something that drew his attention away from the Sith in front of him and to a point behind and above him, where he sensed Kain's appearance. He wanted to shout at him to get away, to run while he could, but dared not draw any attention to him. But that moment of distraction proved costly for him as his hand slipped for just a moment and as Alvis increased the strength of his attack the lightning suddenly slipped through and slammed into him. He fell to his knees, his lightsaber slipping from his hands and rolling away, unimaginable pain coursing through his body.

But he was a Jedi Master, and he had to protect his son. That gave him the strength he needed to bring up a hand and block the lightning. He reached out to Kain as well, urging him to flee as the Sith slowly closed in on him. Without a weapon and badly injured, he could sense what was going to happen, but every second that he bought here would give more Jedi the chance to escape, and for that he was willing to put his life on the line.

 

[Defiance]

Energy surged throughout Avlis' body, his eyes flaring with bloodlust and anger. A great feeling was washing over him, satisfaction. He could feel the Master losing his grip on the duel, a lessening to resistance. The great masterpiece, a song, that had been composed by this battle that played within Avlis was reaching its climax, and nearing it's end. It willed him to make the strike, to bring this filth end. He could feel the life flickering in this being, a dying animal resisting the inevitable. There was no reason to fight it now.

Avlis neared and neared the cornered Jedi, intensity increasing as the distance shortened. To dissipate this power was no small feat, but Avlis knew that he was done. This was the last move in a lost game, the one resort that makes no influence on the outcome. Avlis sensed something in the Jedi's mind, a new fear crawling into his reason. The Umbaran glanced upward, noticing a new figure. A simple boy. Great pleasure crept on his lips, knowing that he was to take the Jedi's life in front of his son.

The Jedi's lightsaber flew to Avlis' free hand, igniting sapphire to take the life of its master, a sick irony. The lightning ceased, exposing the smoking Jedi plagued with the pain.

And then Avlis took them both and stabbed them both inwards to go into the Jedi's chest. Unless by some feat of strength, this was his end.