The City of Destruction

[Gaja]

The man didn't doubt himself, not for a second. He simply reacted. His blade was his first line of defense, but even so he didn't rely just on it to protect himself. Aided by the force he too increased his physical capabilities by utilizing force valor, his reflexes and explosiveness now on another level. And as Mira attempted to cleave him in half the armored man jumped, if you would, backwards, the blade narrowly missing him.

He didn't attack her back, it was a bit strange, but that's how it was. What wasn't strange however was the fact that Guhoo had grown. He too had become fast, now standing on par with individuals such as Mira and Thaed in the speed department. Who exactly was fastest one might never really know, but what was clear was that Guhoo was no longer that young kid with the black bandanna who couldn't keep up with Mira's speed from hell.

Awaiting for Mira to further pursue him Guhoo was ready... The only thing he wasn't ready, or sure about, was how this thing would end because as time progressed one thing was becoming very very clear and now he too realized it. He wouldn't be able to strike down Mira, even if he had the chance to do it...

 

[Black Noise]

Guhoo's hesitation, or rather, his choice to not attack Mira back went entirely unnoticed by the Sith Master as her blade immediately flipped to swing the other side, having a far longer reach than the last attack, horizontally at Guhoo's right shoulder. The attack aiming to cut him from armpit to the top of the shoulder and cleave off his arm. It was faster than any normal eye could follow, her movements a total blur. Yet, even as she moved, as her vision was clouded with the red of the Dark Side, a small voice whispered in the back of her head.

"Damn Guhoo, you've grown so much. I'm so proud."​

Without hesitation and regardless of the effect of her strike at Guhoo's arm, Mira would follow with an immediate, powerful Force Push. Seeking to shove back Guhoo and off balance him as Mira retained her momentum and continued to charge forward, putting more power behind her strikes without the aid of Force Weapon for when she attacked again.

 

[Gaja]

It was instinctual at this point. His left hand swung his blade around to block the strike from hell, and the two blades clashed but this time Guhoo added a surprise to the mix. A second blade sprung to life in his other hand, as it activated it immediately went to stab the handle of Mira's doublebladed lightsaber in an effort to effectively put it out of the fight. Guhoo's timing was good and he had a realistic shot at actually catching her as his move happened only a fraction of a second after their blades actually clashed.

The movement however moved him a little so when Mira pushed out with the force and threw Guhoo backwards the Battlemaster's instincts kicked in. A pulse like barrier was ready to be cast out and defend him against any possible attacks until he regained his footing, both blades activated and ready.

At this point he was beginning to get drawn in to this. If Mira pushed the man further it was very possible that he'd have to strike back at her, hard...

 

[Black Noise]

Mira charged forward continuously, not giving an inch. Two massive steel crates simultanteously lifted and threw themselves at Guhoo the second before his feet could touch the ground. Mira, before the crates hit Guhoo, empowered her weapon once again and struck out at Guhoo's stomach. Now, she had fully given herself over to the Dark Side. Red filled her Force Sight as the stream of Dark Power flowed through Mira at an alarming rate. She thought nothing but battle, she breathed nothing but battle, she existed for nothing but battle.

This is who Mira was, and instigating Guhoo to strike back was her goal. If he didn't, she'd take him down very soon as she had begun to push him towards a wall. The open space was disappearing, either Guhoo pushed Mira back or he backed into a wall.

Though, Mira should not be underestimated. Her giving of herself over was not a drop into the downward spiral of Force Rage, rather, it was the intense darkness that came from her intense drawing of the Force. Mira was not exhausting herself, she was replenishing her strength in the Force, though her physical body was suffering as a result.