A Test of Might

[Lord Gaius]

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Newfound vigour coursed his veins. The former Jedi Master, Exotic Weapons Master and High Councilman of the Silver Jedi Order arose from his abode. He was not who he once was. The Dark Side had made sure of that, and during the Transfer Essence, his very spirit was corrupted. With the sacrifice of a Sith Pureblood, the aged former Nautolan held the body of a young man. As equally fit as he had been in his previous life. He arose from his kneeled position, rising his chin high with pride. An emotion he had not felt in some time.

Twelve Massassi, garbed in cloaks and clutching pikes approached the Sith Lord. They spoke among one another in their language, "Mnnt Yttl Gythh Wyyrl {Translation: He is the one we have waited for}." The Massassi fell into a bow before him. They stood in the expanse of the former Coruscant Jedi Temple, now a wasteland and retitled as the Valley of Dark Lords. The very place the former Jedi Master had faced his greatest defeat.

One stood from the twelve, unfolding a leather mat. A variety of weapons was displayed. A Lightsaber Pike, San-Ni Staff, Lightwhip, Saberstaff and a Lightsaber. The weapons Hasjo Hallu had carried with him in his former life as a Sith-Hunter. He had killed many, and left even fewer alive. He was well known within the Tingel Arm for his ferocity, and now such ferocity would be turned against the Jedi. Their ultimate warrior against the Sith had returned.

Each weapon was returned to their rightful places. Attached to the belt of the Exotic Weapons Master, a title few in living history had ever achieved. It was reserved for only the most dedicated and skilled masters in all forms of combat and weapons. The Massassi spoke in unison, declaring their loyalty, "We serve only you, Darth Vidar." They stood and moved aside, allowing a combatant to approach, for many had come to watch the resurrection of the Sith Lord, and his might shall be tested. "Name yourself he who dares approach, and fight," one of the twelve said.


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[Zac Grayson]

Darth Ares knew about this new Sith who was once a Sith hunter, but today he was the hunted. This jedi had spent a life making his name great as a warrior which attracted Darth Ares. Ares walked the land as dust followed him from the dust he kicked up as he walked and was caught bye he wind. He followed the force signature of the Jedi. He entered the temple and heard his welcoming and how one of the members dared to treat Ares as inferior. The force quickly drawer up the man into Ares' drawn Sith sword. The gold blade was now covered in blood. The others drew weapons to kill Ares and were quickly eliminated and left in a bloody mess except one who did not attack out of fear. "You want to know who I am? I am Darth Ares...." He shot his hand into the scared man's chest and ripped out his heart and bit in it and drew it against the wall. Blood obeyed Ares as if it was natural. "I am here to kill you. You know nothing of the true dark side, you may have more experience, but now you are out of your realm and in mine." Ares then drew his second gold sword.
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[Lord Gaius]

"You are but flesh and faith, and the more deluded," the voice bellowed in return. Darth Vidar looked down at his hands, surprised at his newfound strength. The former Sith Hunter had lived much of his life on support systems after the Sacking of Coruscant. Now, he was no cripple, but even that cripple could take on Sith Lords prior to his death. This should be interesting, he mused to himself with a smirk that broke across his thin crimson lips. "Your courage is commendable, but it merely masks your incomprehension and naivety. Your pretentious facade will not falter my resolve."

Darth Vidar took a lumbering step forward. He breathed in deep, and exhaled. He repeated this process, and with every intake of oxygen he took, his lungs swelled all the more. It was exhilarating to once more to permeate with the Force. In his former life, before he had been forced to live in a coffin of his own doing, his expertise in Force Bellow was only outmatched by the Orca, known as Hion the Herglic. Darth Vidar's chest rose, mouth agape. The intense vacuum of air in the chamber was deafening, then all turned to silence.

A tremendous burst of kinetic energy bellowed forth from Darth Vidar. The ground beneath his feet buckled under its sheer pressure. The stone cracked, and Darth Vidar was forced to take a step back at his own power. The power subsided, dust swirled around the room. Crimson hands curled around a baton fifty centimeters in length. It was activated only by Vidar grabbing each half of the baton, twisting, then pulling them apart. A ten centimeter long stun prod then sprang from each end of the staff, and two high-voltage power couplings would crackle to life in between the three pieces. Activated, the San-Ni tripled in length to one-hundred-and-fifty centimeters.

The electrical discharge was powerful enough to shear off limbs, cook flesh, and even a near miss would give severe burns to an enemy, the wielder however seemed to be shielded from this, through the use of miniature heat sinks. It was one of the most tedious weapons to study and utilise, but it was highly effectively. For its rarity was immense, and such rarity and unique design resulted in only a meagre few combatants in the galaxy knowing how to defend themselves against it.

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[Zac Grayson]

"New Dark Siders, you are so predictable First a threat and now you want to show off some raw power you have." As the jedi built up his attack, Ares did not just stand there and watch. He first put away his swords. He then used the force to grip all the dead bodies and at the last second they shot together like a barrier in the path of the attack weakening it by absorbing sound and exploding into many body parts. As the blast continued its path towards Ares he merely crossed his arms as a Force Barrier formed around him protecting him from the rest of the damage. As the smoke from the blast cleared, Ares remained standing on a perfect circle of ground that was protected by his barrier, but everything outside of that circle looked like a meteor had hit it. "Come now, is this the raw power you speak of. Now you want to try to impress me with with a rare weapon. I am the Sith of War, you do not impress me with such a simple weapon." Ares drew one sword again which was perfect against an electric weapon as Sith Swords would absorb electricity and after so much absorption it would harness it in an attack and release it all back. "Come, let us dance and when I finish you I will eat your heart as well."
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[Lord Gaius]

"Your mind is warped, for I speak not of threats, such things are the tools of the menial," Darth Vidar answered in turn. He could not comprehend the mind of this one, the thought processes of Ares astounded him. He wondered if the man had an intellectual impairment, for he believed that Vidar had spoken of threats. Perhaps symptoms of schizophrenia, he mused to himself. Vidar confirmed his beliefs when Ares began to speak of eating hearts. He knew sufferers would sometimes demonstrate a proclivity to violent behaviour. It was not an unheard of illness among the Sith, let alone among the lesser ranks who tended to be much more susceptible.

"I am not here to impress you. Your self-proclaimed title is not endorsed by those of eminence, nor I. Your vaunting of self is but a mere tool to subdue your trepidation, Sith of Gasconade," Vidar hissed. His beady eyes watched from below hooked brows. His thick hands began disassembling the San-Ni Staff, placing the baton back onto his weapons belt. Vidar spoke, retrieving his Lightsaber Pike, "Speak naught any longer, for I grow weary of your tongue." His skill with the twin blades was beyond comparison, reaching the zenith of skill. Not only his countless years of training and engagements with Sith that developed his skill, but his exclusive invitation into the Coruscant Temple Guard had taught him the deepest secrets of utilisation.

Darth Vidar studied his opponent, not yet attacking. Ares ability to deflect his attack did little to galvanise Vidar, but it left him with a lingering question. He was curious, nay, baffled as to how his opponent had the ability to use the bodies as a means to defend against the blast. The wavelengths of the bellow expanded outwards, penetrating barriers. The bodies would have done little in way as an effective wall of resistance. Sounds did not merely hit a wall and return, it was known that sound could travel through material objects. For one would not be able to hear sound through a wall were it not for this. Yet he remained amicable for his utilisation of a Force Barrier.

He breathed in deep once more. His chest rose and expanded. The air was momentarily replaced by that of a spacial vacuum as the oxygen surrounding Vidar was brought to his will. His Lightsaber Pike activated, igniting two blades of aureolin crystals. The plasma burst to life with a snap-hiss, expelling a colour akin to yellow. Darth Vidar released the cosmic energies pent up. Rather than a tremendous, earth-shattering bellow, they were concentrated attacks. One after the other in an attempt to force Ares to hold his defence against them.

All the while Darth Vidar bellowed in short intervals, he charged forward. Each thudding stomp brought him a meter closer, and the closer he got the more intense the blasts became. He twirled the blade between his fingers, spinning the blade in his signature move known as Su. The blades spun with a speed that defied common sense, enhanced by the force. The twin blades appeared as a single circular motion of yellow plasma. He released the final blast as he simultaneously swung his blade, attempting to viciously cut across his midsection.

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[Zac Grayson]

Darth Ares had indeed bitten off more than he could chew, he smiled as he relished in the fact that thi battle was true war. "Sith of War, war is not strength nor is it power. It is the essence of the conflict inside every living thing manafesting on a large scale." With that, Darth Ares slammed his blades into the ground and stood in front of them using them as stoppers so he could hold his ground. He then drew his two lightsabers and ignited them and threw one to the left and one to the right catching them with the force as the relentless assukt continued. He flew back, but caught onto his swords and ripped them out of the ground and countered him for a moment until the final blast sent Ares into the wall with tremendous force, but not before the lightsabers had doubled back and came spinning at his back. Ares dropped to the ground and spat blood up, but could not relent. He reached up a hand and with the might of a warrior he channeled the force into one blast to try and push him back and into the lightsabers. Ares then wiped his mouth as blood slowly continued and he spit out what remained. He slowly came back to his feet ad picked up his swords. Using the force to enhance himself he lunged at the man and sent a right up it slash flowed by a left midsection slash and then pulled back his right into a jab for the heart.
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[Lord Gaius]

Vidar mad a conscious effort to note the two blades circling behind him. His own twin blades strafed the space where Ares had only seconds ago been. Had the man not fallen to the ground, he would have been cleaved from his midsection into two halves. Vidar glanced down, about to bring about a killing blow with an overhead plunge into Ares skull when the Sith sent out a powerful burst of energy. Vidar had no time to defend himself from such an attack. He was thrown back, twisting his body to face that which was behind him. He saw the two blades spiralling towards him. He focused, he had not the luxury of waiting any second longer lest he wish to be dead once more.

He guided his body, utilising his knowledge of the Art of Movement to manoeuvre his body between the two blades. He narrowly escaped death, but at the cost of a rough landing. Vidar slammed against the ground with the sound of a meat bag hitting the cold, unforgiving floor of a slaughterhouse. He rolled his body, bringing his knees up and pushing off from his heels. He leapt onto his feet in the nick of time. Ares was on the advance now, with Vidar forced to defend. The slash was countered by a precise downward 60° of his blade, then a complete vertical halt with his pike at 90°, preventing his own midsection from being cut through.

Vidar wasted no time, a killing blow came for his heart. His muscles flexed, his arms moving with haste. His pike deflected the blow, by positioning his shoulder-blades forward and squatting he was capable of slamming his pike down at a horizontal angle, forcing Ares blade to swing downward rather than what had been intended, slamming the blade against the soil, to avoid impaling Vidar's skull or otherwise if he had pushed upwards. Vidar pushed off his heels, throwing his right knee upwards in an attempt to strike Ares in the gut. He breathed in deep, and released. His bellows were as equally unrelenting as his pike. Clear strengths in his defence.

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[Zac Grayson]

Darth Ares could feel this would be a very tough fight. As his blade was shoved into the ground he used that to his advantage. It stuck the ground and he swung around it and to his duties one leg came up which made this all the more easier. He swung around to bring a sweeping kick at the back of his leg hoping to bring him down. Ares kept up the momentum and did a 360 degree spin bringing his swords with him and aiming to stab him in the chest with moth if he went down, but if he didn't aiming to stab him in both legs. Because Ares was behind him the bellow didn't effect him.

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