Private A Simple Misunderstanding

[Jacen Voidstalker]

"Realistic light."

One went high, the other went low.

Jacen stayed quite still as one of the sith leaped over the the ladder towards him. It was the woman who had taunted him, surrounded him with her dogs and thrown him through the rain.

As she descended, blade cutting through the air, he stayed still.

At the last moment he took a half step to his left and dropped his blade. The lightsaber hissed through the air above his head. His own came up sharply under the sith's arm.

Jacen turned around sharply to watch her roll along the street behind them. The sith touched the smouldering gash through her robes. Her fingers came away covered in blood.

He wasn't as fast or as practised as he needed to be, but experience hadn't all gone. He was still quite good at not being where a lightsaber was swinging when he could see the danger coming.

"How did you find me?" he asked as he took two steps forward.

 

[Amani Serys]

The Sith attacked. As one leapt over to confront Jacen, the other slid beneath the obstacle and transitioned into an upward swing of his blade at the thrower. Amani stepped back, the blade a hair's breadth away from her nose, the angry hum ringing in her ears.

Her own saber rose to defend, blocking the next strike and guiding it away from the body. Amani grounded her focus. The Sith continued with a flurry of aggressive strikes, while the Jedi played her waiting game. His efforts were measured and redirected, her movements flowing like water around each swing. Finally, she saw a slip. Her saber licked out, scraping the Sith's leg and making him stumble. Amani remained conservative, effectively letting the hit stand out as a warning shot from further aggression.

The Sith, as ever, was persistent nonetheless.

Jacen Voidstalker​

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Jacen was very quickly taking steps backwards. The sith quickly turned the pain into anger, used it to fuel herself and came at him un a flurry of strikes.

With the wound, she knew her time was limited and was going to use it to kill Jacen. No matter the cost.

He was quickly out of breath. With each fresh attack his defensive circle was brought tighter to his body. A thousand duels and all the knowledge were being dragged down by atrophied muscle memory and a lack of fitness.

He was forced to execute a risky counter thrust just to put some space between them.

"Well...now I know...I am out of shape..." he said between breaths.

She didn't reply. A scream of pure rage didn't count as a reply as far as Jacen was concerned.