Blood Thirsty or just dedicated (open to any and all)

[Kenrath]

Vengeance stood in the center of one of the training rooms. He wore robes instead of armor but added a twist. He had weighted bags tied to his arms, legs, and a completely full backpack on his back. He did this training wearing so much weight to make him stronger and faster when he wasn't.

He faced one of the training dummies a training blade in his hands running through the stances, strikes, and parries of one of his favorite forms. Form seven, it was the form he defaulted to more often than not. The focus of his strikes aggressively center on the torso and head. Some liked to disarm but not Vengeance. He had never disarmed anyone in his life. Vengeance killed plain and simple. After all one could not fight back missing there head or with their chest split open from should to stem.

Sweat dripped down his face and into his eyes. Occasionally blinking to remove it Vengeance pushed himself harder. When that didn't work he would shake his head back and forth until it clear the sweat from his eyes.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Darth Valdra entered the room in silence and saw, but a whisper of something familiar, Vaapad, or a crude imitation. Before him was a young Acolyte training with the blade and using merely a slightly faster version of Juyo, form six, but was attempting Vaapd; slight problem there.

Vaapad, form seven and the rarest of the forms. It was so rare that Valdra could count on one hand the Masters of the form, him being one of them and possible the only master in One Sith. A bold claim, but the problem was the reason Valdra was possibly the only one, the Dark Side. Vaapad was an advance form only taught by a master to worthy students and was weakened by giving in to the Dark Side so most Sith just used Juyo. Valdra on the other hand, had a Grey alignment and being a Sith Lord it created turmoil which gave him power.

His speed was unmatchable, even the Sith Assassin leader was not able to match Valdra's speed, but that battle proved that speed was not everything and even he had to improve. This brought Valdra back to the now to watch the Acolyte and with all those thoughts, his words were simple, "What do you think you are doing?"
@Vengeance

 

[Kenrath]

[member="Darth Valdra"]

Vengeance followed through with his last strike after hearing the voice behind in the room. He turned towards it his grip on the training sword reversing the blade running vertical careful not to actually touch his skin but still tucked behind his arm. He tilted his head slightly to the side catching his breath even as his chest heaved from exhaustion.

"Working out some frustration, training, a little bit of both or maybe neither." "What usually starts off as one seems to blend into the other." "By the end becomes neither."

Vengeance felt something odd about the man something different. The man was clearly stronger Vengeance but he didn't fill quite the same level of malice he normally felt around other Sith. He gave the man a small bow of the head.

"If the room is reserved I will gladly yield the floor." "I didn't know somebody had the room." "I can come back later."

He started towards the racks to return the training sword to it's proper place.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

The piercing sound of metal scraping metal filled the air as Valdra removed his large claymore and pointed it at the back of the Acolyte. He held the large two-handed in one hand like a katana that he wielded exactly like a katana. "You have not earned the right to use Vaapad, come, try to prove me wrong."

The Acolyte was outmatched by miles, but a true Sith would relish at such a challenge. A true Sith was comparable to a Greek Spartans, the warring nation, the men without fear. Valdra fought not flesh and blood, but fear itself using it as an ally, but something he had never felt even when he was a padawan. Fear had no use for Valdra and it had no place in the Sith as far as he was concerned.

[Member="Vengeance"]

 

[Kenrath]

[member="Darth Valdra"]

Vengeance stopped turnign and looking at the other man and the sword. His head tilted to the side looking at the man. With a small smile Vengeance twirled the training baled around his stance widening as he lightly tapped the edege of the sword against the claymore.

"If you wanted to spar all you had to do was say so." "You really didn't need the speech."

Vengeance circled slightly moving more towards the center of the room taking a ready stance.

"For the record that wasn't the Vaapad variant I was attempting to do but the base Juyo." "Vaapad is too rare to find very many people with the strength of skill and force potency to use it."

No sooner had Vengeance finished speaking did he lunge forward staying low swinging the training blade with a two handed grip to push the claymore out and away from his right shoulder. He hoped stick inside taking the advantage the longer length of the other man's sword away from him. If sucessful Vengeance would attempt to drive his shoulder into the man's chest in an effort to knock him off balance.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Logic and physics would find the Acolyte's assumptions correct, but the Force did not work in logic. Years of training and the Force could make men into gods, or at least in ability no mere mortal. His blade would withstand the coming strike. Valdra's free hand would then raise sending a punch to the incoming Vengence's stomach worthy of an Echani punch. His sword would then swiftly move for Vengence's chest with enough power to cut him in half. A trail by fire, this was a trail worthy of raising a Sith.



Vengeance

 

[Kenrath]

[member="Darth Valdra"]

Vengeance gambit failed but he realized it too late as the fist slammed into his stomach knocking the wind out of him. He body slumping was the only thing that saved him form being cut in half by the swing of the claymore.

All he could do for a moment was roll his eyes closed tightly as he tried to regain his breath. He popped to a knee..........well to him it was a pop to the other Sith it probably looked like a wounded seal clamoring for stable ground.

Vengeance stuck the tip of the training sword to the ground using it like a cane as he forced himself to his feet.

"Did I kill someone you cared about or something."

His breathing was still erratic trying to shake off the effects of the punch as he raised the blade not yet ready to give up despite the failure of his first attack.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

A low rumbling emitted from Valdra's throat as a laugh was slowly being formed. His glowing blue eyes began to change to a redish orange like fire burning from within. His free hand began to erupt in flames as he sent the flames swirling around him, "Don't think yourself so special or me so petty. You are merely a toy for me, but at the same time rarely will you be paired with an equal. If you want a fair fight, leave the Sith, if you want power, raise your sword now."

Petty, picking on Acolytes, Valdra wouldn't lie that he was enjoying this, but his intentions were to make warriors out of these Acolytes. Valdra lifted his hand and the swirling fire began to converge to his hand condensing into a ball. He then began firing multiple fire balls at @Vengeance.

 

[Kenrath]

[member="Darth Valdra"]

Vengeance shook his head.

"Special?" "Delusions of granduer are for people with idle hands I have a mission to..........."

His words were cut off as he saw the fire forming on the man's hands. He silently cursed leaping forward and to the side as the first fireball came screaming towards him. He rolled further on trying to judge where the second one who land. He was not as lucky with the third as it struck the weighted backpack on his back bursting into flames. Vengeance frantically threw of the backpack releasing the wieghts on his arms and legs. He was fighting back panic his eyes wide as he rolled a few times back and forth trying to smother the remaining flames. He finally struggled to his feet more than a little singed.

"Pettiness is interupting the training of a complete stranger for no another reason than to toy with them." "You may be stronger today whoever you are but I will get stronger." "On that day we will revisit today."

Vengeance reached down deep summoning everything he had left in him charging the other man his sword slashing from high right diagonally down towards the left screaming as he charged.

"I WILL NOT SURRENDER TO THE LIKES OF YOU."

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Valdra did not respond to the Acolyte's speech, he merely smiled. This was an act of inspiring hatred and thus if the boy had someone stronger to hate, then he would grow stronger in hopes to crush that enemy. The only problem is this was not true hate, this was merely anger. Now came the not so fun part, he would have to give the boy a beating and possibly cut off a limb.

Valdra lifted his sword with easy to counter the blade and locked blades for a moment where he whispered, "I wonder if your blood is yellow too." He then pushed against the other blade and released himself. He tapped into the Force and the boy's anger to fuel his moves and unleashed a flurry of attacks on the Acolyte moving fast enough that it appeared the sword and arm had grown into two that were attacking. Any faster and it might kill the boy and killing the weak was not Valdra's way. Breaking them to make them stronger, this he would do, but killing was not on his moral compass.
[member="Vengeance"]


[member="Vengeance"]

 

[Kenrath]

[member="Darth Valdra"]

Vengeance growled his eyes flashing briefly at the comment.

"Go feth yourself."

The flurry of attacks sent Vengeance back peddling as he tried feverishly to block as many of them as he could. He blocked high, he blacked low, side to side as he retreated. He could barely see them reacting more on instinct than anything else.

Vengeance growled as the sword sliced through his arm and then his chest only able to block the first strike. He dropped to a knee for a moment before he tried to roll right slashing out towards the mans left leg.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

"Good, give in to that hate." His sword was met by the boy, it impressed Valdra that he could keep up even if it wasn't the fullness of Vaapad, if he wasn't trying to create a strong need for Vengence in the aptly named Acolyte, then this would be where he would offer him training to better himself.

Why Valdra chose this boy, he did not know, maybe it was for his own benefit as well that if someone was training to kill him he would work even harder to always stay sharp. He spun his blade to a backwards grip into the ground catching the blade before it made contact. He pivoted on his blade sending a powerful Echani kick in Tiger style for the boy's chest with enough power to send him into the wall.

"I know what you are thinking, 'why me?' The answer is simple, kill me, train yourself and kill me. Many things can make you strong and the Sith seek them all, but Vengence is strongest of them all. So, if you don't get strong enough to best me and confront me you will die and I promise you you will never best me, but in trying you will become a great Sith."

While talking he was making his way towards the door and sheathing his blade, before leaving he spoke once more, "Then again, with such weakness, I doubt you will survive long enough. " The icing on the cake, Valdra turned his head and smiled, this boy would be strong one day, very strong.



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[Kenrath]

[member="Darth Valdra"] ((OOC: thread complete and closed))

Vengeance had tried to block the in coming kick. The sword in the floor serving as a bit of a telegraph of what was to come. He failed miserably in his condition. Everything ached if not outright hurt. Between being punched, almost cut if half, set on fire, have his arm sliced open, his chest cut open, and now kicked against the wall his body had just shut down. The only since of fight left was the look in his eyes. He heard every word the other man said. Why me was the last thing on Vengeance's mind. The why hardly mattered what mattered was the when. The when being their next meeting. He would train hard, not because of the beating he just took but because he trained hard anyway. He would however be adding another name to the list of people who really needed killing for very specific reasons.

When he was finally alone Vengeance cursed throwing the training sword trying to move coughing up a bit of blood in the process. It would be a good bit of time before he finally struggled to his feet and made his way towards the nearest medical bay. Some injuries just could not be healed by pure force of will no matter how strong that will may be.