It was refreshing, after so long, to be back to what she knew. And what she knew was the focus and purity of battle, of anticipating your opponent's next move before even they knew it and countering tenfold, striking out with efficiency and power, no sign of hesitation in her movements. The art of combat was a simple thing, nearly always similar or much of the same. Unlike most things in life the basic rules at the very least remained similar. And sometimes all she needed was a little stability. It probably wasn't the best thing that said stability came in the form of countless sparring matches and near fights to the death that were only intended to improve both her skill and his, but it did. Yes, what she knew was a near-constant danger on a daily basis, the threat of death always hanging over her head. What she knew was survival.
And survival waited for no one and nothing. Biding her time until the last second she leapt, effectively avoiding the blast of the Force, landing on her feet a few feet in front of where she had previously been standing. The lessons from their last meeting slowly began coming back, and she made a note to pace herself this time. One of her faults was rushing headfirst into combat with little forward thinking, and it was a fault she was slowly becoming aware of over time. As the saying went, old habits died hard, and this wasn't any exception. Until it became natural she would have to consciously remind herself to take her time and not pushing ahead blindly. Forethought was a valuable thing, especially with an opponent such as this. All she had to do was use her own with careful precision, and this would work out much more favorably. Easier said than done, for her.
"Just dancing around it? My cybernetic would have to disagree." That was meant to be a simple distraction as she completed a cursory assessment of the area, pinpointing what areas would best be used to her advantage. If she could maneuver him into a corner, this would end quickly. The key word there was if, seeing as her opponent was nearly twice as tall as her, and twice as strong, without the added benefit of the Force. Even with all his size he still managed to be just as fast as her, something she'd learned quickly after their first match of a similar nature. All she really had were her acrobatics. Always her acrobatics, it seemed. He'd warned her that her movements often became predictable, and that was something she had been trying to work on as well. Of course, live combat was typically her only option, not that she minded at all.
Taking her time with things inevitably meant not just beginning with a head-on attack, which constituted her hanging back for the moment, orange blade springing into existence, but nothing more. What she always disregarded were the weak points in his armor, regardless of what armorweave and other materials worn underneath. Nothing was completely impenetrable, that much she knew. And so she began with the powerful strikes characteristic of Form V, augmenting her strength with the Force only the barest amount, for once letting herself adapt and adjust to the pace of the fight instead of forcing her body to cooperate. No flips, no twists; she stayed on the ground for the moment, each strike aimed for a joint or other perceived vulnerability in his armored defense.
[member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"]
