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[Darth Ferus]

A clash between Lords of the Sith were normally a result of a disagreement that could not be solved any other way, or a ploy to gain power or prestige. This day was not one of those days however. Krest simply enjoyed fighting. The thrill of combat, the pleasure of pushing ones body to the limit against a foe that could strike him down. This is what brought him to Belsavis. A prison world long forgotten, long out of use.

Or perhaps it wasn't. Krest didn't know, but the area he went to, there were no people. An abandoned prison yard, broken and empty. It was here the Sith Lord waited for the man he would call his opponent. His fellow Assassin, [member="Darth Abyss"] . The Mindeater and him had clashed several times in the past, all for challenge and growth.

Krest stood in the yard, dressed in the tattered red cloak he had worn many years ago. He was armed with everything he needed; his lightsaber, the large gun, the hidden blade of the Assassins, and of course his cybernetics. It wasn't an overwhelming amount of gear, but it would be enough to win the fight that would soon commence.

 

[Darth Abyss]

Lord Abyss stepped out of the shadows, his figure and aura suddenly revealed as the cloak of darkness around him fell apart. The Mindeater stood on the on the other side of the yard, facing his opponent [member="Krest"]. As always he was shrouded in the one black and ragged robe he owned, his face obscured by his trademark mask. Other than his adversary he didn't find exceptionally much enjoyment in a fight, but there was a lot of build up rage inside him that called to be released. He wasn't a fan of the new empire, and he was rather unhappy with them putting his operation at danger. But there wasn't much he could do, so he had to keep his anger controlled, and Darth Ferox was the kind of person that could take it.

The arsenal he carried was more that of a bounty hunter than that of a lord of the sith. Two guns, on behind his back and one in his left boot. Two lightsabers, one on his belt and one hidden in his right sleeve. A sith sword strapped to his back. Throwing knifes, normal knifes, grenades and even an energy shield. Some sith needed nothing more than a saber, but his power was that of mind and not of body. He was far more skilled in many more subtle applications of the force, in contrast to the more flashy ones that the Warriors of the order wielded.

Wordlessly he reached for the sith sword from his back, the cold metal waiting in his hands for the blood that would be spilled. Words and deception had their uses but his enemy knew him to well to play games. Ferox was faster and stronger than Abyss, had more experience and skill. But he had something else in return. He was ridiculously resistant to pain and unconsciousness, which made him a very enduring enemy. Then he simply waited for Krest to make his move.

 

[Darth Ferus]

No words needed to be spoken as the Zabrak looked over to [member="Darth Abyss"] . The shadowy man was dressed as he always had been, obscure and clocked. Krest grinned as he nodded to Abyss, and as the Black pulled free his sword the Red pulled free his hand cannon and leveled it for his opponent. Mercilessly he fired the giant slug, knowing full well how much damage the weapon could do.

The gun's recoil did little to the red man, only because of his mechanical arm and the Force itself, channeled to keep the weapon level. Might as well start with a bang.

 

[Darth Abyss]

A gunshot. Few sith made heavy use of firearms, but Abyss had seen [member="Krest"] wield the weapon before. His own mantra for this kind of weapon was a bit different. Guns could be a very effective tool, but against those highly gifted in the force they had to be layered with another attack to really have a chance to hit a target. He has waited for an attack, and when it came he simple evaded the gigantic bullet by taking a step to his right.

He made his walk forward, the sword hanging loosely on his right, slowly and without any readable expression on his face. There was gap between them they had to cross at one point anyway, so why not start already.

While he continued his path he extended his left hand, throwing a single burst of lightning at his opponent. It was not a storm of dark side energy, but rather a single, focused blast meant to break his focus. In one fluid motion he followed up on the blast, as his left pushed forward and send a throwing knife flying at the red assassin, with only a few seconds of delay between the two attacks.

The knifes were imbued with a mix of poisons created by Abyss. One that was simply harmful to the body, one that attacked higher brain functions and lastly a ingredient of spice that diminished the victims connection to the force and brought mild to medium hallucinations with it.

 

[Darth Ferus]

A brow raised on the Zabrak's face as he watched [member="Darth Abyss"] . Smart, simply sidestepping the shot. For some reason, no one ever did that. So he laughed, lifting up his pistol. Would it be worth using it? Probably not anymore, at least, not yet. So in a quick motion the gun was holstered, just as the blast of lightning came his way. He blinked before swinging his left arm around. With it, his hidden blade would catch the blast like a lightning rod, absorbing the strike. Yet as he did, the Force screamed out it's warning. His mechanical arm acted, knocking the dagger away.

Or at least, from a deadly shot. The dagger scrapped across the side of his neck, and instantly he could feel the poison. His gaze narrowed as he stared at the Black, anger coursing through him just as the poison. His mind flooded, the wound burned like fire. Yet those were the only symptoms he could feel. The spice did little to his body. Yet he couldn't think. Couldn't focus. Blue eyes turned blood red as anger and hate flooded his mind, cutting his focus down to nothing.

All at once Krest couldn't control his body. But this was neither a good or bad thing. Devoid of cognitive thought, the Zabrak went down to his basic instincts. Kill. Fueled by pain, and not limited by thought, Red rushed forward, his saber coming to life midstride. His movements were a blur, reckless and straightforward. Yet when he closed in, he struck with a strength that the Zabrak couldn't achieve normally. He would continue to strike with his overwhelming strength, but his attacks would be easily predicted.

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss felt as power surged through the body of his opponent, he could almost see as rage and anger began to take control over the Zabraks body. Then followed the first strike, with speed and ferocity that even overshadowed what the red normally relied on in battle. Instinctively he took a step back, choosing to rather focus on his defense than on a offensive. The strikes thrown at him were powerful, but easy to foresee, which allowed him to block and deflect them with his skill in form two of lightsaber combat.

Yet the strength was still overwhelming, forcing him to slowly retreat to avoid being cut in half by @Krest. Step for step he moved backwards, the sith steel in his hands dancing up and down to keep the Zabraks red blade away, and with every meter he moved a plan began to form in his mind. Sooner or later the poison would wear of, so he had to use the temporary advantage while he still could, by building an attack that would deceive his enemies senses and instincts while his mind was still to slow to react.

"Mirazas."

The black whispered to words in the old language, and only a moment later the runes on his blade flashed in red. Then the sight of the blade twisted, an illusion created by manipulating the light around it. It was not much more than a silver blur even when completely motionless, making it rather hard to say where exactly the actual blade was.

Steel meet plasma again, as the sword blocked of another incoming strike, before he made his own move. His left hand pushed forward for his back, his cortosis knife tightly gripped and aimed to block of the next strike of the Zabraks lightsaber, while the sword in his right was swung at the left knee of his opponent in a medium pace, the magic it was imbued with creating a multitude of similar blurs that masked the actual angle and direction of the attack.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Red eyes darted around, trying to focus on the blade [member="Darth Abyss"] was holding. But there was nothing to focus on. Anger and hate continued to flood the mind of the Zabrak, even more so now that nothing was as it seemed. Frustration built and built, and as Abyss brought around his cortosis dagger that frustration and anger reached it's limit. The Zabrak roared in his anger, releasing a blast of raw Force so destructive the ground before him cracked.

 

[Darth Abyss]

The force blast didn't simply disrupted his balance, but it lifted Abyss from his feet. Other sith would've used the force to fuel their body and end their flight in a rather acrobatic manner. Not so the mindeater, which simply managed his weight, so that he landed on his side. Using his falling momentum to roll over the ground once, he ended up on his stomach, a position from which he instantly rose to his knees, his left with the knife in it on the ground and the blade in right lifted in a defensive stance.

Again he whispered and the spell around his blade fell apart. It was fueled by a small portion of his life energy, and keeping it active simply drained him for no reason while he wasn't using it. The sith lord rose to his feet, standing a few meters away from his opponent. His adversary was angry, empowered by the rage that pumped through his veins, and engaging him now in a direct attack would only give him a chance to be cut down by a superior swordsman. So the Black simply stood there, a weapon in each of his hands, waiting for the next move.

[member="Krest"]