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Post by Darth Andor on May 9, 2015 6:35:42 GMT -8
Who: Anye Faye vs. Caed Mass
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Airine na Comhrac Dorchadas
A dull wind blows the sand in waves across the arena floor as the crowd stamps it's feet in impatience to see this match. Normal people taking time out of their day to watch as two men fight and die for their pleasure. There was intensity in the air, an electric feeling of surging bloodlust running through the audience turned mob. The Durasteel walls stand high and strong with Togorian Headhunters standing atop them, more to prevent rioting than to keep cowardly fighters within the arena. Spreading inward from the walls the sands are riddled with rocks of all sizes and shapes, potential weapons or hiding places for some. And in the center sits the emblem of the Xendorian Guard, polished and smooth, visible from any corner of the arena. At either end of the arena doors open to elevators which lead below to the armory and storage area for the arena. Standing out from the seats the judges dias looks down upon the field, obscured in shadow but lurking figures sit in waiting, holding the lives of the competitors in the palm of their hands. This was a place of blood and combat, a place where fate was tested by those who dare to challenge it.
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Post by Kairos on May 9, 2015 7:52:53 GMT -8
A figure already knelt in the stirring sand of the arena floor, a black stain on the otherwise grey and tan landscape. Facing away from the centre of the area the dark cloak that shrouded the being whipped playfully in the breeze, seeming to grow out of the shoulder that snared it. The cowl covered the figures head, the dark brown hair contained under the rough fabric. The slight rise and fall of the shoulders gave the only indication of life, the rest of the posture as still as a stone as he waited...
Caeds eyes were closed as he dwelt on the undulating eddies of the Force, his anger and hate adding sharp edges to the mystical energy field that surrounded all things. His right hand gripped a silver lightsaber hilt, his only weapon, thumb hovering over the activation trigger as he awaited absolution. Under the cloak he wore only a tattered jumpsuit, knee high boots and a black leather belt the only adornments. His breath was steady and even as he continued to caress the Force, sending ripples of darkness flickering outwards from where he knelt.
Clouds drifted across the planets sun, blanketing the arena in shadow for a moment, shrouding the figure in even deeper blackness for a moment.
The sounds of the roaring crowd added a mindless cacophony to Caeds meditation, an annoying raucous in the background that only fueled his ire. To be in this place, to be so condemned to fight for the amusement of others, stoked his anger, building the power of the darkside within him. He would see them all dead for the the affront. He would carve a bloody swath through these insignificant maggots. A bloody path starting with his opponent...
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Post by Bloodshot on May 10, 2015 8:52:29 GMT -8
She could feel the stench of death even before she stepped into the arena, the echoes of every life taken here and many that would be. She hated places like this, dedicated as they were to violence and murder. The feel of it made her want to retch, and her opponent only made it all worse. If she had her say, she would have remained in that cell until she could devise a way to escape, but her captors had not given her a choice. They'd even returned her lightsaber just before the door slid open to reveal the scene before her.
Her movements were calm, though not without caution, as she strode into the arena to face her opponent, her eyes taking in the stones that surrounded them and the guards posted atop the wall. If they worked together, escape from this place would not be impossible. But then, looking at her opponent, she could see immediately that escape with her was not going to happen. He was far too filled rage and hatred to allow such an event to occur, and while she did not believe in the dark side, those were the only words suitable to describe his connection to the force. Wreathed in darkness and shadow, and fueled by the fury within him. It was a powerful and deadly combination to face, though she was confident she could withstand it.
She came to a stop five meters from her opponent, lightsaber held in her left hand rather than holstered, though not yet ignited. Planting her feet shoulder-width apart, she watched the man that knelt before her, or watched his back, rather, and waited for some indication of life besides the steady rise and fall of breathing.
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Post by Kairos on May 10, 2015 10:30:51 GMT -8
The subtle change of pressure in the Force, rippling eddies that moved to lap against those he himself caused, gave knowledge of the fact that his opponent had arrived. That and the swirling change of emotion from the crowd as they vented their emotions to the scene before them. He reached out with his senses, like a vipers tongue flickering out to taste the air, analysing, savouring the meal to come. Caution and determination mingled with the rousing excitement of the audience, drifting around the maelstrom of tightly contained fury that was his core.
He felt her come to a stop more through studying the stilling tide of emotion and expectation than any kind of focus on his foe directly, seeing everything through the senses of one studying the full picture. The sounds and scents merged with feeling and instinct, eyes not yet of the equation, painting the scene in stark relief for him as he opened himself to the flows of energy that were beginning to quicken. The flickering picture, though the term was woefully inadequate, began to take on multiple aspects as possible paths spread out like a spiderweb from the moment. He saw himself spin and rise in one fluid motion, crimson blade springing to life as he charged her, his attack meeting her defense on a furious clash of wills. As they met the scene exploded into light to be replaced by another, him crouched low and delivering a cut at her legs. The light flared again and another scene appeared. Then another. Different scenarios playing themselves out through the Force in a manner too quick for an untrained mind to discern.
His head dropped a little, the first movement from him aside from his steady breath, drifting low to place the chin on the chest. His robe continued to dance lazily in the breeze, seeming to flick in tandem with the steady beat of the arena. The head came back up yet still he let her wait, the stillness returning to him so fully that most would doubt whether he had moved his head at all.
The crowd grew impatient, the excited cacophony dropping in pitch to become a low murmur of disquiet, their dissatisfaction a growling beast that sought blood. He sneered under his cowl as he let their ignorance fuel his hatred further, the power now a torrent that washed away the gentle waves that had permeated the area. He allowed it to fuel him, fill him, consume such frailties that would seek to hinder a lesser man.
Still the possibilities flared out from the moment as seen through his heightened sense of things, yet he refrained from deciding a path. He would know when the right course of action would present itself and would likely be far along the journey before conscious thought had a say, swept along with the will of the Darkside to whatever fate awaited.
The suddenness with which he seemed to flow up to his feet was so abrupt even in the expectation of movement that it was likely most were caught of guard. His inaction carefully measures as long enough to lull the unwary. As his feet were gained he allowed his thumb to finally hit the activation stud it had been caressing all this time, allowing the crimson blade to spring forth from the focussing dish.
He doubted whether his game would have had much effect on his opponent but one never knew. While it was also bereft of tactical advantage as a psychological tool to unnerve it may be of benefit, a way to occupy unsurety perhaps. A fostering of doubt...
With a slight movement, again somehow with little sign of motion, he spun on his right foot to face her, his left coming down to give him a stance mirroring her own. His eyes could be seen blazing golden fire from the shadows of his cowl, twin suns glaring forth from the deepest corners of space.
He took her in immediately; short with a lithe build, brown hair tied back in a severe, utilitarian style. Brown leather clothing and hose with high boots. Light yet offering some protection from impact, a loose-fitting garb ideal for sword play. Intense blue eyes staring back at him from a determined face.
He swept his blade of blood-red light across from left to right, a backhand motion that sent scarlet highlights across his front. Briefly the glow from the blade highlighted the pale features that dwelt within the hood, sharp nose, angular cheekbones, thin-lipped mouth. With the motion ending with the blade held out to his right in his right hand, angled slightly toward the ground, Caed stalked forward several pace. The last two he broke into a trot, the stides widening to take him nearly within range, saber flickering inwards and up in the beginnings of an attack...
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Post by Bloodshot on May 10, 2015 12:16:46 GMT -8
It was difficult for her to maintain her calm amidst the torrent of rage and death that assaulted her, fear pulling at her heart like an inexorable tether dragging her closer and closer to oblivion. She knew immediately that she could not defeat this man, that her own strength would be insufficient for the challenge he presented, his power flexing like an oft-used muscle on the verge of unleashing its fury. A muscle whose power dwarfed her own like a rancor glaring down upon a lone bantha calf, its prey small and insignificant in light of its ravenous hunger. She was alone here, trapped amidst the bloodthirsty glee of the spectators and the oncoming aggression of her opponent, the entire arena bathed in a tide of darkness and death. She swallowed, realizing for the first time that her mouth had gone dry, and closed her eyes to try and shut out the despair that threatened to engulf her. Her breath was shaky as she released it, though less so when she drew it back in.
She wasn't alone, not truly. She knew this now with as much certainty as she did the day she first completed the lightsaber she now held in her left hand, knuckles white from the strain of gripping it as tightly as she was. She had an ally, even here and now in this place wrought from the actions of evil. It was the same ally she'd always had and always would have, and she turned away from the fear and dread that threatened to drown her, embracing a far older and greater fear as she did. Her fear of giving up control dwarfed any that could be inspired by another, and though she had trained herself to embrace it, she still felt a moment of abject terror as she pushed herself over the brink and was flung out into the unknown. Her teeth grinding together and every muscle in her body going tense all at once, she surrendered her body to the will of the force. There would be no going back now.
Then the moment passed, and terror gave way to peace, her jaw relaxing as the rest of her body followed suit, her breaths coming easily now and her stance relaxed. A single breath of calm amidst the torrential storm of power that surrounded her. She inhaled deeply, then opened her eyes to regard the man before her as he approached. He was taller than she, though only average height among the male population of the galaxy, with a build toned for movement rather than strength, though it was his eyes that were his most striking feature. The part of her that had surrendered itself felt the hatred in those eyes and wanted to flee that instant, to retake control and run until there was nowhere left to hide, but shaken as it was, the calm remained. Her eyes showed none of the emotion that side of her now felt, and she moved her right foot back as she raised the saber in her left hand, positioning it in front of her in the standard Shii-cho opening stance as her right hand gripped the bottom of the hilt. Her breath remained calm and her movements fluid, though to her it felt as if she was not truly in control of her body, and indeed she was not. It was the force that moved her now, and the force had no need of fear or anger or hate, it simply was. It gave life to the galaxy in birth and accepted its return in death, and whatever happened here, it could not be defeated by a single madman.
Her fate was no more important than that of anyone else here, but she knew the force would strive to preserve her life as it did with all living things, and that was her only hope of emerging from this arena. She watched him over her horizontal blade as he approached, her focus now untouched by the menace he projected or the furor of the crowd around them.
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Post by Kairos on May 10, 2015 13:11:11 GMT -8
The crimson blade bit out rapidly, arcing in towards her left elbow. His left foot landed as the saber flashed forward but immediately pushed off hard to propel him away, allowing him to hop onto his right foot and bounce back out of range. Consequently it was only the very tip of his saber that would possibly score a hit as his right hand whipped it around, spinning the follow-through high and over his head to whip back down should it meet no resistance. Even if she were to interrupt its motion a slight relaxing of the wrist should be sufficient to pull the blade through, allowing him to finish the arc with it held negligently in his right hand, blade once more extended out to his right, as he trotted away a few paces.
Keeping his back to her he inhaled deeply, savouring the scent of the darkness that roiled around him. He had tasted her fear and knew it lingered still within her, despite her impressive effort to expel it from her thoughts. He blew out the breath in a steady stream as he focussed on the subtle tremblings of the Force to alert him of an attack, body tensed and afire with the darkside.
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Post by Bloodshot on May 10, 2015 14:33:06 GMT -8
The tip of her saber dipped down as the attack came in, then rotated up as it caught the oncoming blade to deflect it over her head. Her saber kept moving once the danger was past, transitioning to a vertical position that kept the weapon directly in front of her held at a forty-five degree angle. She knew that this was just the beginning, just a test of her skills to determine where she stood and what it would take to defeat her, but her calm was still threatened by the chaos that moved to engulf her. Closing here eyes again, she drew strength from the only source she knew, surrendering even further to the will of the force as her opponent paraded away, seemingly unconcerned with her capacity to return his attack with one of her own.
She didn't though, and simply remained where he was as he increased the distance, eyes still closed and blade held ready to defend. Her breathing remained calm and measured, even while her mind fought for the balance between panic and peace.
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Post by Kairos on May 10, 2015 14:48:46 GMT -8
As the roar of the crowd quieted following the spike in volume caused by the brief action, the Sith once again paused to let those watching grown impatient and annoyed. It was another source of fuel to him that would keep the embers of rage burning all that much longer. Little did these drools know that they were perpetrating the means of their own doom by enriching him so, the power soon to be used to tear this place down around them.
His left hand came up to draw the hood back, freeing his dark hair from the confines of the cowl to stir restlessly in the breeze. The tip of his saber wove a tiny infinity circle in the air off to his right as his wrist turned restlessly, head turning to present her with his profile. A smile flickered at the corner of his mouth, the pale lips twitching up slightly, the expression far more snarl than grin.
"Your thoughts betray you..."
His eyes closed as he drew up another breath, tasting the lingering flavour of fear on the air. His head moved again to once more face away from where she stood, eyes scanning the crowd as they jeered and booed the lack of entertainment.
"You doubt you can win here today."
Taunts and curses now bellowed their way down from the tiers as he made his comment, so obviously a statement and not a question. The Force continued to roar, suddenly sounding like a thwarted entity that had been robbed of release for too long.
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Post by Bloodshot on May 10, 2015 15:02:56 GMT -8
"Victory is not assured for either of us. To think otherwise is the height of folly."
Her voice contradicted the turmoil of her thoughts, filled as it was with confidence and serenity, along with something else. Something that seemed to echo even above the din of the crowd as it reverberated through the arena, though not in the form of mere sound. No, this was something beyond the woman herself, an indication of the fact she was not wholly in control of her own actions but had in fact surrendered herself to something far greater than either of them. Perhaps her opponent had yet to realize that it had been that surrender that inspired her greatest fear and not the prospect of falling to the blade of a sith.
When she did move, it was only to quirk her lips in the half-smile of a scoundrel as her mind reached out to seize one of the rocks that lay strewn about, hurling t at the back of his head with only enough force to be an annoyance, rather than do any outright harm. Her demeanor still betrayed none of the anxiety she felt inside, but she already knew that would not be enough to fool him. Still, it was not really up to her anymore, how she portrayed herself to those that were unable to sense the thoughts that raged inside her head.
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Post by Kairos on May 10, 2015 15:52:27 GMT -8
Her words were truly spoken and contained a calm assurance that Caed found impressive despite himself. Her manipulation of telekinesis send spiralling patterns of motion as the rock flew towards his head, its path glaring in stark relief against the backdrop of the more subtle ministrations. Again time seemed to slow as possibilities presented themselves, images flashing through his thoughts at lightspeed. In his minds eye he saw himself spin and shatter the stone with an upwards swing of his lightsaber. He witnessed himself raise a hand and the stone arced around in a tight bend to fly back towards her face. He looked on as the stone crushed itself in mid air without him so much as moving a hair.
He ducked.
For all the extravagant ways he could have dealt with her attack he chose the simplest. There was no need to over elaborate such a decision, something that a much younger Caed likely would have. The crowd gave a tremor of sound, unable to decide whether such a move was worthy of breaking their disgruntled complaints.
His head dipped down ever so slightly, chin touching chest as he hunched his shoulders, adding a bit of bend to his knees to make sure. As the rock sailed over his head he turned as he straightened, flashing her a scornful look as he wove his lightsaber through a counter-clockwise circle at his side, a twirling of the wrist supplying the motion. With the wind behind him he took a measured step forward with is left foot as he spoke.
You missed..."
The left foot stepped down lightly as the right began to come forward only to scrape itself aggressively against the sandy floor. As he dragged the foot forward he kicked out savagely to send particles of dust fanning out towards her face, aided in their travel by the wind at his back. He didn't bother adding Force to the maneuver instead employing it to fuel his rush forward, adding wings to his movements and power to his limbs.
His right foot came down after the kick of sand to allow him to complete a large step that took him back within a pace of striking range. Allowing his left leg to precede him half a step forward he swung his saber in a cut low towards her left knee, bringing it in one-handed from his right-hand side in a diagonal slice.
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Post by Bloodshot on May 10, 2015 16:05:38 GMT -8
She didn't bother to respond to his quip as the nictating membranes her species possessed slid closed over her eyes, bathing the world in a distinctly purple hue as they shut out a fair portion of the normal visible spectrum and protected her eyes from the debris. It was much easier to ignore her fear in the heat of action, that much was for certain. It was a technique she'd employed countless times before, something that was apparently called moving meditation. Using physical action to clear the mind of emotion and distraction. Stepping back with her left foot, she allowed the blade to pass by harmlessly before stepping forward once more, twisting her blade left then down then right again in an arc that put it on an intercept course for her opponent's retreating right wrist, the tip of the blade drawing a half-circle in the air as it moved. The intent was to strike it just enough to make contact and leave a burn, though not sever it completely, and allow the unique paralytic properties of her blade to do their job.
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Post by Kairos on May 10, 2015 16:43:26 GMT -8
The possibilities streamed out again as they moved in earnest now, flickering through him so fast that they threatened to become a distraction. Such was the difficulty in employing such skills to a encounter such as this as reality often became indistinct with what could be. The warning was significant as her counter sliced out, the Force murmuring like the background noise of the crowd in his mind.
As his strike passed short of a repositioned target he drew his arm in slightly, bending it at elbow in order to shorten its arc. With a nudge of the Force he whipped his hands away, the lightsaber trailing a bloody red swath in its wake as he twisted away to his left to avoid her blade. As he spun away through a counter-clockwise turn the tip of her violet saber sliced through his sleeve, leaving a flap of fabric to drift lazily in the wind as its edge smoked and burned.
He growled in annoyance that both his distraction and attack fell so far short of success, the anger given snarling and snapping inside of him as it demanded release.
Spinning away on his right foot, the sand grinding under his heel, he forged the anger into power as he rotated.His left arm led the rest of his body to flash out, palm first, towards where she stood. A wave of energy thundered out, driving the air before it like a battering ram. The rest of his body completed to turn, left foot coming down to solidly plant him once again with the saber whipping around to his front.
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Post by Bloodshot on May 10, 2015 19:44:32 GMT -8
Her body tensed in response to the new threat, preparing itself for the impact her senses told her was coming as the blast of force drove toward her. Had she been her normal self, she had no doubt the unexpected attack would have slammed her off her feet and through the air with little resistance, sending her flying across the arena to land in a heap somewhere behind where she now stood. If she had not surrendered herself to the force to overcome her fear, she would have been caught by surprise and suffered the consequences, but she had surrendered. It was the force that drove her actions, and the force that threatened to disrupt them.
Her eyes slid closed and her saber returned to its vertical position in front of her as the blast reached her, and like water striking water, the two flowed together into a seamless whole. Her cells drank in the energy even before it reached them, drawing it out of the air that had become little more than a breeze to ruffle her hair as it passed. In that single, crucial moment, she was not merely guided by the force, she was the force, and the force could not harm its own being. When her eyes snapped open again, they were clear and focused. The fear was gone from her mind, despair replaced by determination as the power meant to destroy her coursed through her body.
Slowly, she began to take back control of her own actions, believing for the first time since she entered the arena that there may be a chance she could survive after all, that maybe this sith was not destined to be her end. She had not been impressed by his bladework, and the results of his desperate release of power had served only to feed her strength. Her smirk returned, though this time it was solely a product of her own intent as she released her right hand's grip on the saber, stretching it out in the same manner he had when extending his left only a moment ago. What followed was a mirror of the attack he had just enacted, but somehow compressed, focused into something that was designed to produce the greatest amount of trauma with the least amount of power. Except this time it was fueled by his power, which made it immediately more powerful and destructive than any blast she could create on her own.
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Post by Kairos on May 10, 2015 20:30:24 GMT -8
His senses screamed in alarm as the eventualities blurred in his mind. Her presence seemed to absorb all the possible outcomes, becoming the future, the past. Becoming the Force itself. Like a black hole she drunk in his power, sucking it from the air as it washed over her in a wave, bending it to her own will.
His saber swept around him at the culmination of his spin and he let it continue on its journey, to traverse passed his centre line as he once more fired himself into motion. As his right arm swept across to his left he powered himself into a roll over his right shoulder, his momentum taking him low, forward and to the right. With the Force howling at the dangers of being where he was he allowed it to guide him below and to the right of the redirected barrage of his own power. The energy brushed passed above, rippling his robes and ruffling his hair with its passing, him barely managing to escape it, to thunder off unabated and impact with the arena wall far behind.
His teeth clenched as he moved, jaw setting in both strain and annoyance, eyes blazing forth as fresh anger burst anew to be barely controlled as he seized upon its sweet fury.
Completing his short roll, the movement taking him slightly to her left hand side he roared out his rage in a thunderous voice that blasted forth from his lips with terrifying force, causing members of the crowd to flinch back in agony, covering their ears from the sonic assault. As his roll progressed he windmilled his arms once they were free of obstruction, his left hand planting on the floor while his right came around in a vicious downward diagonal slash at her left side.
With him low on his haunched following the roll the crimson blade bore down on her at roughly hip height, hoping to follow on the heels of the concussive maelstrom of his voice...
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Post by Bloodshot on May 11, 2015 7:25:24 GMT -8
She cried out as the wave struck her, pain erupting in her head as his fury washed over her and she was driven to one knee on the ground, planting her hands to keep herself from falling entirely. Her hearing was gone immediately, and she could feel wetness begin to run down either side of her upper jaw as her teeth ground together against the pain. Distantly, the thought drifted through her mind that her eardrums must have burst, but her immediate concern was what her opponent would be doing to capitalize on the situation. She managed to keep her eyes on him as she fell, and when he struck she raised her blade to meet his, deflecting it just enough to help it over her body.
The one-handed deflection was weak though, and didn't allow her to escape harm entirely, the tip of her opponents blade searing a shallow cut into the flesh of her back. She ignored that, knowing that the damage was no more permanent than her ruptured eardrums, and forced herself to stand, rising to return both hands to her saber and maintain her defensive posture. She held her saber in front, angled vertically at forty-five degrees as she waited for him to make his next move. Both attacks had been made in desperation, the scream fueled by the rage of having his initial assault thwarted, and the lightsaber attack was a product of the opportunity it had created. He was scrambling, looking for any way to overcome his opponent through both sheer power and surprise, and that meant he'd begun to doubt his ability to win this fight, just as she had doubted in the very beginning. He was rapidly expending a great deal of power on her, and all she had to do was hold out long enough to exhaust him.
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Post by Kairos on May 11, 2015 16:10:04 GMT -8
On the contrary the power was readily available to him as the cauldron of hate and fury, the swirling miasma of violent intent from the crowd, poured endless energy in the darkside. All he need do is reach out his hand and shape it to his will, forge it into a weapon to cut down his quarrelsome foe.
He dragged back his blade as it was deflected upwards, pushing to his own feet as he did so, smoothly gaining his feet once more as she steadied her own posture. His left hand left where it had rested in the sand and flickered out towards her in a feint before joining its twin on the lightsaber hilt up near Caed's right shoulder.
Neither was he concerned at her early resistance, having faced many a challenging foe in the past. The frustration at being thwarted only gave him the fire to drive on ever stronger, to enjoy the opposition present to his glory. The feint was designed to make her shy a little, perhaps expecting a repeat of the earlier attack, paving the way for what was to come.
Lightning quick his saber came back from her parry, left hand joining the right on the hilt to send the crimson blade flickering forward once again. The slash was horizontal this time, right to left at neck height, but changed direction halfway through the swing, arcing down with some force to strike. A bounce up onto his tiptoes and back down at the end of his rise to his feet adding weight to his move.
The saber would strike at her midsection, seeking to overwhelm her own blade as it sought its mark, possibly battering her blade aside...
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Post by Bloodshot on May 11, 2015 18:04:33 GMT -8
Her senses, or at least those of them not incapacitated by the scream, were focused now on the man before her and the roiling mass of emotion and power that surrounded him, and sensing no attempt to harness that power as his hand lashed out again, she ignored the ploy and forced herself the rest of the way to her feet. When he engaged again, her saber flashed across to meet his as she brought it close to her body in a block, leaving the blade pointed up and nearly vertical just past her left side as his strike came in. She had intended to catch the oncoming blade little more than halfway along her own, but the shift in direction meant it would impact much closer to her hilt, giving her even more leverage than intended to resist the strike, while its position near her body would catch his blade near the tip, drastically increasing the strength he would need to utilize if he hoped to power through her block.
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Post by Kairos on May 11, 2015 19:19:29 GMT -8
Their blades met with a crackle and hiss, a flash of light accompanying the contact. Caed's eyes blazed as the heightened excitement of the crowd roared forth, his own lust for the contest rising somewhat. The thrumming of the Force beat in time with his heart, the continuing possibilities flaring out once more.
His wrists twitched back to pull his blade away from the contact, immediately straightening again with the hands adopting a slightly steeper angle. Likewise he dipped a bit, bending his knees a little to lower his stance, bringing his saber back in rapidly at her left knee.
With her previous blocking position as it was he suspected she would have to rotate her blade through a rapid one-eighty in order to catch his attack, perhaps the distance too great to travel in time.
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Post by Bloodshot on May 11, 2015 19:47:17 GMT -8
She couldn't hear the clash of the blades as they met, or the roar of the crowd as they finally got to see the conflict they'd come to watch, though to them it would likely only appear as brief flashes of motion with little to distinguish a pattern, such was the speed of the duelists. She reacted instinctively as he struck once again at her knee, stepping back with that foot while her racial heritage overrode her jedi training and stalwart dedication to defense for a brief moment, her left hand releasing the hilt of her saber while her right extended up and forward, aiming to stab the tip of her blade entirely through his throat. She would realize what she was doing only a moment too late to stop it, realize how the fury of the crowd and her opponent had begun to taint her demeanor and unleash her natural predatory instincts in the absence of the calming embrace of the force. Her mind may be clear and confident, but that did not mean it was immune to the baser desires of her species, especially in a place such as this.
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Post by Kairos on May 11, 2015 20:20:07 GMT -8
Allowing his legs to continue to bend he dropped lower still, all the way down into a crouch as he blade jabbed towards him. As he descended below the violet energy he felt more than heard the slight sizzle as it burned through his hair, following the rest of him down in a fan of brown strands.
He grimaced as he smelled the sharp tang of the singed hair, wrinkling his nose somewhat as he concentrating on his unsuccessful strike at her left knee. Reacting more than thinking he allowed his body to move with the subtle hints the Force was giving him, his anger building once again at the frustration of his situation.
Dropped fully onto his haunches he leaned forward slightly to extend his reach, releasing the saber hilt with his right hand to place that palm flat on the sandy floor. With his left arm now guiding the swing he sent the tip slashing out in a horizontal slice towards her other knee, the right. Once passed the point of the tip meeting the kneecap he arced the blade up dramatically in a tight arc upwards.
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