Bounty Hunter.

[Dezoti]

If there is anything someone of a short life span wants, it's to pass on their knowledge to someone else. To this end, Krest made a bounty on himself. Capture the Last Templar, alive, and in one piece. It would be a good test after all. He forgot how many credits he offered, but hopefully enough to lure someone in. And it did. Two so far, and two that were beaten back to where they came from. Krest wasn't going to make this easy after all. For the time being he spent his days in the desert of Tatooine. Who would come after him now? The Zabrak was eager to see.

[member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]

 

[Nate Phantoms]

The amount of credits he would get for this Zabrak, he didn't even know. How hot it was, he did know that. He had been on Tatooine before but this time it was far worse, sweltering to be exact. The result was him parading around shirtless, still in his black military fatigues, the many pockets and durability was why he liked them so much. His rifle rested in its magnetic holster on his back, alongside his vibro-blade. His two newly acquired LBP-Series that his friend [member="Rusty"] gave him rested on his hips as he passed through the city. It was time for him to find this man.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Dezoti]

By a simple fire the Zabrak rested, sipping at a recently filtered cup of water. It was night now, causing the normally burning desert to be freezing. Part of finding Krest was to also brave the desert itself, but at least he wasn't hidden. Anyone around town could tell [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] where the red man was located. The test wasn't to find him, but to capture him. Beside him laid his own custom pistol and his unique sword.

"Someone'll be here soon."

 

[Nate Phantoms]

The drop in temperature made his shirtless idea something incredibly stupid, but had been colder before, and kept walking. Darkness was his friend, right? Not here, it was harsh and really, really sandy. After finding out that this man had already sent two other bounty hunters packing, his interest grew. Sounds more like something up his alley. What was this man name again? [member="Krest"]? Yeah, that was it. As he trudged up a sand bank, a small fire cought his attention.
Target acquired.

 

[Dezoti]

"I can sense ya mate. If you were trying to sneak up, that's not how you do it." Krest didn't bother looking up from the fire in front of him. There was another reason he was out in the middle of nowhere. No one could sneak up on him. Well, someone probably could, but it would be hard. Especially when the Zabrak could feel the earth around him. Tricks of the Force. "I assume your here for the bounty aye? Well, show me what you got then." It was then the Zabrak stood, pulling free his sword from it's sheath. The blade's edge was left unactivated. Reason? He wasn't planning on killing [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] after all, just rough him up and send him home. Blue eyes went to stare at the man, offering a quick nod of his head.

 

[Nate Phantoms]

"Only cowards hide," Dissing him already? He started to reconsider using the magne-cuffs and instead just break his legs...well leg; the other one looked pretty tough. That blade looked pretty wicked, but what was it anyway? Oh well, he'd find out later. He needed to stay away from that arm though, probably break his skull. [member="Krest"] had the 'air' around him, the stance of a warrior, and those vivid blue eyes. "I'll at least ask, wanna skip anything unpleasant and just give up now?"

 

[Dezoti]

"You know I'm not. But hey, that's some guts you got. I appreciate that." A single flick of a switch caused the lightsaber edge of his sword to come to life, burning the air with it's activation. The hum was the only sound the Zabrak would make as he suddenly moved. Across the sand and right for [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] the Templar went, fueled by the Force. At this point the Bounty Hunter had proven some integrity, why hold back now?

A quick slash was offered, aiming for the mans chest from above. It wasn't fancy, but it was fast. And again, asides from the hum of the blade itself, it was silent. For some reason the sand absorbed all sound Krest would make. If one looked at the sand itself, they would even notice how it didn't move when the red man stepped upon it. That would certainly give away that he was affecting it.

 

[Nate Phantoms]

"Yes, clearly you are the opposition to cowards, good thing I'm not one." Within a moment's notice, that wicked blade ignited, and he instantly wanted it, bad. It would've been one of the most beautiful things he had ever lay eyes upon, if it wasn't currently coining right st his heart. Not wasting any time, the saber staff on his belt spun free, igniting in mid air before landing in his palm. Then, it was an overhead forehand, connecting with the downwards strike, a parry that just saved his life.

Whilst still locked in a saber clash, he called upon his burning anger, and the result was a inferno, flames sprouted from around his feet, licking at his boots. "Sand turns to glass when it's superheated, mate." Any person in their right mind could see the sand, but the lack of footprints? The utter lack of sound? Yeah, some powers were at play here, and the only way to fight fire, is with more fire.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Dezoti]

Krest remained silent as [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] spoke, and even as the fire began to erupt, but he did crack a grin. That's how he was. In a fight he couldn't help but enjoy it, and always be silent. That's how it was in a fight. Sand surged up to meet the flame, meant to protect the red man from the flame. It would take a lot of heat to turn it all to glass, and he doubted the Hunter could do that.

Though it was impressive he could make a flame. Perhaps this one had potential after all. Krest leapt back then, both hands on his blade as he created the distance. Lets see what the boy can do.

 

[Nate Phantoms]

That grin was... unexpected, but not unwelcome. It showed that [member="Krest"] had no problem with fighting, just his type of opponent. Sand began swirling to counter his flames, making a heated sandstorm cover them, and anything within a few meters radius. Things were definitely heating up. That made him smile, it was a horrible pun, but still, was at least remotely funny. Then, the un-expected, the Zabrack leaped back, as if he re-evaluating Nate.

Lets not disappoint. Tacking a crouched stance, feet wide, he ignited the second blade on his saber staff, spinning it around his body, making a purple vortex behind him. The flames around him grew in width and height, changing colors as they reflected his state of mind. Blue, to red, then to purple. Surprise. Feeling the heat surge through him, he out stretched his hand, Palm out. The flames circled around his hand, before exploding in a powerful stream at the Zabrack. Not knowing how the man would react, he kept the power going into it very minimal, not going to carry a char-broiled dude onto his ship. And besides, he could only hold the for so long,he wasn't by any means even close to mastering his shaping skills.

 

[Dezoti]

Krest landed on the sand with a thud.

Yeah, a sound.

No longer did his focus remain on the earth below them, and instead focused completely on [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] . The grin ever widened as the purple flame took root, swirling it's all consuming spiral for the red mans chest. He made no move to deflect or even get out of the way. The flame surrounded the Templar, consuming his form in it's hungry aura, until it turned red.

Blade off and back in it's sheath the man did a similar thing to the Bounty Hunter, and took control of the flames themselves. Both arms moved in a circle, dissipating and sending the flame away. It had been some time since he last went about shaping anothers flame, but with how little effort Nate put behind it, it was easy to do. Way to easy to do.

The grin was gone now.

A snap hiss erupted as the saber sword came back to life, and blue eyes narrowed down in annoyance. "If you're to attack me, don't insult me by holding back."

 

[Nate Phantoms]

Hmm, a reaction, not too good either.

Ooh, the red man could withstand flames. Terrifying.

Not.

Noting the bitter tone in [member="Krest"]'s voice, he deactivated his saber staff flipping it back onto his belt, hands clasped before him. And he stood there, smiling. Yet on the inside, he was screaming, pouring forth all of his strength into this one action, calling a tidal wave...in the middle of the desert. Success?

Hell yeah.

With a huge grin on his face, he subclasses his hands, holding them out at his side's as the sound that'd resemble thunder drew nearer. Then came the waterworks. Water crashed around him, lifting him up, as the water mimicked the movements of his hands. Time to hammer out there differences. Literally. With a yell of triumph, he closed his left hand, while leaving his right open, Palm out. "Tell me then, how's this taste?"
WHAM! Forget the flood gates opening, because now their only slamming shut.

 

[Dezoti]

"Huh."

It was all the Zabrak said as he watched the wave form, which was quite a bit for a swordsman who made it his mission to never chat in a battle. That much water in a desert? [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] showed some serious promise with that one. Maybe too much. Both hands settled on the hilt of the blade, gripped tight as he once again fell silent.

The Force swelled in the blade itself, but he made no move to strike out. Instead, he waited to see what the Bounty Hunter would do with the water he had summoned. And he was fairly certain he'd see sooner rather than later.

 

[Nate Phantoms]

This was going to have be the end, he was exhausted. Every muscle screaming at him to just lay down and give up. Summoning hundreds of gallons worth of water was no small feat, and he was paying for it immediately. The Zabrack was watching him, so now way not the time to collapse under the pressure, literally. The weight of the water was being held both mentally and physically, so if he didn't get rid of the water soon, he be crushed.
Time to see if this red man can swim...or run.

Taking a deep breath,he willed the water to explode forward with a thunderous roar, plowing through a sand bank. Aimed right at [member="Krest"]

 

[Dezoti]

Kark.

This he didn't say aloud, but if [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] could see his face it was pretty clear. The Zabrak hadn't expected water, especially a wave like this, to come surging at him. More importantly, he didn't expect a Kro Var to come after him. That's the only way he could think someone could make such a giant wave with so little water around. They had to be a natural.

There still was no move as the wave came for him. Despite his kark thought, he was still calm and collected. Thinking. He knew what he had to do, but he also knew his body might not be ready to do it. Well, only way to find out. As the water was just about to crash against his form he finally moved, swinging his blade down at the crashing waters. Normally, this would do nothing.

But the Force wasn't very normal.

What he had stored unleashed, forming a shimmering barrier of blew before him. Rule of water, travel down the path of least resistance. His little bubble was enough to part the wave. Though it did require all of his attention. His brow furrowed as he tried to maintain it, knowing full well that he was also fairly open from behind.

 

[Nate Phantoms]

This was the...end? Nope, the Zabrack managed to make a force bubble and completely survive about five thousand gallons of water. Oh, well , this was the end. With a grunt, he knees gave out, and he stabbed his sword into the ground to steady himself. Now he was screwed, how the hell is he supposed to get this guy if could barely stand? Oh well, time to go to last resort, hand to hand combat, that he could do for days, but probably not now. Every muscle felt like it was being torn apart, then put in a shredder.

With a slight wobble, he lunged forward, bringing the blade of his Vibro blade at the man's head, while the double blade of his saber staff was brought up at a diagonal angle at the red man's legs.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Dezoti]

Krest let out the breath he had been holding as the water came at him. Well, at least that part was over. Though, it seemed [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] was still raring to go. With a single decisive move the Zabrak turned off his saber, and sheathed the blade. And then, he raised his arms up. In surrender. He had a big smile on his face as he basically gave up. But for a reason.

And hopefully he wouldn't get chopped up before he could explain.

 

[Nate Phantoms]

Oh damn, now he'd done it, how was he supposed to stop all of his momentum from turning this guy into a strawberry shake? Only one way to find out, deactivating his saber, he dropped it and took hold of his Vibro sword, swinging it backwards this time to hold it under [member="Krest"]'s chin, his breath coming in small gasps, as he was still exhausted from the recent lake he just summoned.

"… you...got five...seconds. starting now"

 

[Dezoti]

"You're pretty good, kid. Feel free to bring me in." It was fairly simple, except for the fact that the Zabrak pulled up the bounty contract, and payment, with the Force and let it hover around the duo. "Whole point of the bounty was for me to find someone I'd be willing to teach. You're someone I'd be willing to teach. Simple as that." Krest still kept his hands up as he faced [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] , but the smile was still plastered across his face.

 

[Nate Phantoms]

That was unexpected, but also fairly smart. By setting up a bounty on himself, [member="Krest"] had managed to attract some hunters, all who Werner able to even het close to taking him, except for Nate that was. Lowering the blade of his sword, he let the tip drop and sink into the sand, legs spread, hands clasped on the hilt; parade style. "You... are crazy if you wanted someone to teach why the hell wouldn't you just ask me to spar with you instead of summoning a small lake in the middle of the desert!" That would've been the tipping point in their battle, as he was still quite exhausted. "I don't need that," waving his hand at the contract and payment, "but I do have to take it as proof of my... struggle. So what you're saying is that I passed your test, and now you'd be willing to mentor me?"
That did sound fun, and he wouldn't be seen as a learner anymore. He might as well.