Battle Arena Practice (TSE)

[Corey's OOC]

The dark side was something to be feared, and respected. It was different than the Sith religion, different than the Jedi religion. Why someone was just dark was classed with the Jedi made no sense to Shan. She didn’t follow that religion. Not any longer, not since Coruscant. The Force was twisted, corrupted, within her now. She had taken many skills, combat, Force-oriented, and other extra skills. She became well versed with a lightsaber, as well as some offensive light side tactics.

Pyrokinetic was what she was classed. Sometihng a bit odd, but not unheard of in the Jedi ranks. And since she moved herself to Bastion, and within Sith bounds? Shan’s skillsets were expanding, knowing how to properly connect to the Force to get the results she wanted came much easier. Though it did taint her powers. She had learned a few, defensive and offensive. Taking an opponent and stunning them now? It wracked their body with fear and pain.

And healing, that was something even more incredible now. The dark side powered so many skills. And that was why the blonde had arrived here, in the arena. The call for Knights to enter a battle royale had gone out, and while she was more ‘on contract’ to the Sith Empire, than an actual member, she had received the call.

Approaching the battle ring with a light black leather armor, and her lightsaber. She ignited the blade as she stepped in from her side of the ring.

 

[Shade of Decay]

"Is this what I've been called back to Bastion for?"

Tsisaar walked into the arena at a slow, lazy pace, looking over at the woman who stood waiting. His dark eyes watched her carefully, though the expression on his face—for one familiar with Khil facial expressions, anyways—was one of haughty disinterest. "To waste time sparring with some..." He looked her over for another moment, taking in more details, both visually and via the Force. She was stronger than an acolyte, but she didn't have the right sort of feeling to her to be a Sith. "...Jen'jidai mercenary?"

He walked up closer to the duelling ring, his eyes remaining fixed on the girl before him. Leather armour, useful only for appearances and nothing else in this sort of setting; a lightsaber, which she thankfully held as though she knew how to use it; beyond that, nothing spectacular or even worth noticing. "How disappointing."

He clasped his arms within his sleeves, stepping fully into the ring. "Hopefully somebody more worth my time will show up soon," he said, just loudly and scornfully enough to hopefully start angering the other person. After all, if he was going to come for the spar, he might as well have some fun with it.

[member="Shan Ket"]

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

With little pushes of her palm, Joycelyn Zambrano summoned little popping sounds in her neck.

In her other hand, nestled against her side, was the silver shaft of her lightpike. She was not wearing the massive armour she would otherwise have worn as a colonel of the Imperial Legion and a Zambrano of some repute, but an older, lighter armour from her mercenary days. She had forgone the helmet, but the armour did coat the front of her torso, arms and legs well enough. The original paint had long since been stripped off and re-painted in vahla designs, but far from expertly.

She did not quite look her regal self in this old ensemble.

She had to bow her head a little bit as she opened the door and stepped out in the arena. The giant vahlacanthix turned the silvery staff in her hand and put the butt of it into the sand as she surveyed her two opponents.

"Careful what you wish for."

A smile curled over her lips.

[member="Tsisaar Taral"] [member="Shan Ket"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

The fact that she wasn’t a Sith was made known to her every day. She was something else, something a bit more free, without the bounds of a religion. She had her tricks to fall back upon from before, but she knew that it would be something different and not as well versed as the Sith magic. Relying on her wits, intuition, and own rage. Her lightsaber’s blue hue had filled the area around her, reflecting softly off the black leather she claimed as armor.

“Ain’t no mercenary. I’m a full fledged warrior of the Force.” Eyeing the alien, her blue eyes shone with a darkness to them, an icy chill. Her voice had the dry, focused intent that someone who was confident in their ability could hold, but didn’t have the depth of someone was bloodstained. As was learned by the group in the New Jedi Order, she started to spool the Force around her, a sparking heat of energy.

She was learning in the form of duel-sabers, but for now, it was a single blade. “At least there are some contenders.” The blonde knew the Sith had sent this message to more than the ones here. Hopefully more would come, if not, she continued her strike, leather boots hitting the floor.

[member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
[member="Tsisaar Taral"]

 

[Shade of Decay]

Tsisaar's statuesque demeanour shifted when he turned to view the new contender, and he smiled lightly beneath his tendrils. "I'm always careful," he replied, with a small bow of his head towards the Emperor's daughter. From his observations of recent events, he knew that she would prove a definite challenge, though he wasn't so sure of the other person in the ring. Still, that other was the one currently walking towards the center of it, gathering the Force around her like she was ready to unleash a storm on the other two. Hopefully she'll be capable of that.

With a small thought, Tsisaar released the latch that held his lightsaber securely at his belt. It was only a small bit of preparation before drawing it, but against two enemies who could also wield the Force, every millisecond was important. "Well, miss warrior," he said, addressing the Dark Jedi again, "Why don't you give us a demonstration? I'm eager to be impressed."

[member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] [member="Shan Ket"]

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

"warrior of the Force"

Well, that was promising. Joycelyn had known too many strong, non-sith darksiders to retain any delusion of them being powerless. Even though, in her mind, the Sith were the undisputed kings of the Force. In a fight, a dark jedi certainly had power to stand up to most, but more often than not they lacked direction, focus, a cause. That, the Sith had in plenty.

As Shan moved towards the centre, Joycelyn moved to the side, orienting herself to opposite of Tsisaar, with the dark jedi between them.

In this arena, they were all opponents, but when one stepped forward, they were bound to be flanked - As Joycelyn herself had been in previous tourneys.

As she moved to flank Shan, she turned the staff in her hands and surveyed her two opponents. Neither wore any considerable amount of armour, one dressed in robes and the other in leathers. The tentacled one had an air of arrogance around him that made her wary of listening too attentively to his words, and the dark jedi appeared eager to prove herself.

Now, there was something familiar with how the force gathered itself around the blonde, but Joycelyn could not quite put her finger on it. Not yet, anyway. It seemed to her, at this moment, like it was a good time for her to draw on the Force as well.

Her left hand we to her mouth and formed one half of a cone as she breathed in. The exhale that followed spewed roaring hot flames that ushered towards her two opponents. She had been trained in the arts of fireshaping by an assortment of masters, and she had helped rebuild the lost fireshaping forms of the Vahla. It was very much her element, and the so-called "dragon's breath" had become something of a signature for her since.

[member="Tsisaar Taral"] [member="Shan Ket"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

What made her strong was her unpredictability. Anyone who had the time to look her file up would find it. Trained by the New Jedi Order as a Sentinel, and coming to the Sith Empire as a Dark Jedi Knight, Shan had a multitude of tricks that could be in her box. It didn’t mean she had mastered battle tactics, she wasn’t a Guardian, she was a hunter, a stalker. And then a fighter. She walked, calmly, collectedly, watching the alien, and the Sith heir.

She was expecting them to come at her rom the sides, Sith taking down the third before going to each other. She wasn’t upset by this, instead, almost pleased, it would definitely help her with what she had planned.The thing that didn’t? Fire-shaping.

The Force was a varied and terrifying thing, and the galaxy was best to remember that. Just as the Dark Jedi was about to send off a shockwave of crackling blue lightning, somewhere between the stunning lightning of a Jedi and the Sith lightning which wracked the life from someone, the fire came rushing. She dove, and used what focus she could to throw a cone of lightning at the fire-starter, before hitting the ground and moving into a tumble.

[member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
[member="Tsisaar Taral"]

 

[Shade of Decay]

Tsisaar took a millisecond to watch the growing cone of flame with interest, just as Shan was beginning to jump out of the way. He had some methods he could use to deal with it; he could call up a barrier of the Force, protecting himself without even moving a muscle. He could try to enforce his own will on the flame, and send it billowing back in the direction of the one who started it. Both of those would consume precious energy, however, that would be best preserved for later on.

With a small mental sigh at the mundanity of his defense, Tsisaar turned on one foot, a quick burst of the Force enabling him to leap well out of the way of the conflagration that was trying to reach him; he landed gently, turning again to face his two opponents. Now, it was Joycelyn who was in the middle, with a bolt of lightning flying her way. He toyed with the idea of tossing in some interference of his own, to make it harder for the Emperor's daughter to defend herself from the blast of energy; while it was a potential quick advantage, it was unlikely that she wouldn't be prepared to deal with both.

So, placidly, he stood and watched. Let them waste their energies on each other before I use mine.

[member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] [member="Shan Ket"]

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Bound up in a growing blanket of fire spewing from her mouth, Joycelyn could see the shock of sparks Shan set at her, but she was seemingly unable to launch a full defence. The electricity coursed up through her armour plating, and Joycelyn appeared to tense as the fire from her mouth was cut short. However, it did not appear to have the full effect as the electricity was drawn into Joycelyn's body.

Two small columns of smoke blew out of Joycelyn's nostrils.

She turned so that she had a shoulder facing either opponent, and took two bounding steps back to move out of the flanking position and into a triangle. Her foot crushed the sand under her as she planted herself and moved her weapon. She summoned the Force to her aid and sought to throw Shan across the sand and in the direction of Tsisaar to get her two opponents within measure of each other.

Hopefully, one of them would seize the chance to attack the other.

[member="Tsisaar Taral"] [member="Shan Ket"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

The roll was going to slow her down and she knew it. It didn’t matter to her that much though. She wanted to show these Sith she was worth her salt. That blast of the lightning? It wasn’t the best she could have done, but she was rushing. The blonde was not the type to take a defensive stance, she was offensive and going for the hit all the time. Would it hurt her? In the long run, probably. But too her surprise, as she hi the ground, she did feel, and see the blast hitting the woman.

The alien, that was going to be something else, but the fire bug? That was going to need to go. As she got to her feet, the blade ignited again, so as to give her something to swing and block whatever was coming next. But focused so hard on what she was going to do, and what she suspected would happen, Shan was tossed aside. Looking up, she was seeing the alien coming at her.

Or more appropriately, her going to the alien. Reaching into the Force, she was creating a wall of telekinetic energy to use as a bit of a wall before she would hit the other Sith, or the ground. Just enough to break her fall, and get her back up. She was not liking being this ragdoll.


[member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
[member="Tsisaar Taral"]