I live to serve [Moridin]

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya caught the lightsaber as Moridin threw it to her and looked down at it thoughtfully and smiled at Moridin's words. Assassination and subterfuge? It explained Moridin's fighting style perfectly. Despite her amusement, she took the lesson on board. "Fight dirty," she agreed with a nod. She would get plenty of fighting dirty experience during the war with the Mandalorians, you had to fight dirty to beat them for they fought dirty themselves. "Master Oman like to put me on a pedestal and show people how well I fought. Fighting dirty was not on his training agenda, only fighting to please the eye." a darkness crept into Anaya's voice as she spoke of her late Master and she found a wave of anger crashed over her.

She held it there and let it slowly move through her, before she spoke again "What were the other pillars?"

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Moridin looked at her over the humming of the lightsaber at his back, every few seconds it twitched and twirled slightly as if it had a mind of its own. The Dreadlord didn't speak for some time, instead he was thinking. He could hardly remember, even in the end of his times the Sith had widdled the five pillars down to three. It had been at his suggestion actually, although that had been when he stood as a High Knight, not a Master. For a few seconds he closed his eyes, then opened them.

“Truth, Strength, Knowledge, Darkness, and...The last escapes me.” Moridin said calmly, it was the truth. When he had been a Knight he had never actually payed much attention to the Pillars. He had been a part of Strength, and from there had kill and murdered his way across the stars. Then it hit him “No...wait. Solitude was the last.”

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

As Moridin thought Anaya moved one of her sabers with the force, carefully watching Moridin for any sign of realisation. She brought it up finally, level with the staff behind him. There she held it deactivated waiting for the right moment. When he answered her question her brow furrowed.

"Why so many?" she asked before igniting the blade behind him and making it swipe for the staff and then jumping forward with the saber in her hands, slashing at his chest.. She liked the history lessons, they intrigued her, but she preferred to hear them while she fought with him. The more she practiced concentrating on several things at once the better she would become.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Moridin moved like a snake, he didn't even bother trying to block either of her attacks. His lightsaber simple turned itself off and then dropped down letting her blade miss it by only a few centimeters. At the same time he himself moved to the side dodging her blade and lithely moving away from the young Twi'lek. He grinned at her, at least she was learning. The Dreadlord bounded backwards within the throne room, moving to the side and out of her attack range. Then he looked at her, his saber-staff floating to his palm in an instant.

“There were many Masters. Each wanted power, it was a compromise to keep the Sith alive.” Moridin spoke as the blade landed within his palm. He ignited the blades and then raised his palm, he signaled to her to attack.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

"United by our hatred." she smiled her own light saber returning the her hand "Some things never change, though as our number grows and more Knights become Masters I wonder what compromises will be made then to keep us alive." It would be the job of the emperor to keep them all in check, a task she did not doubt that Moridin was up to handling.

She held the lightsaber in her hand for a brief moment before throwing it up high and using force speed to appear next to Moridin with her second saber ignited. She swiped at his legs, caught site of a chest behind him and yanked it forward intending to slam it into the back of his legs, before leaping high and calling her second saber to her hand and bringing them both down on top of his head.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Moridin's form seemed to flicker slightly as Anaya appeared next to her, as if he was a hologram. Then as her blade passed at him it went right through him though for a split second a hiss could be heard, seconds later the chest as well passed through his flickering form and this time the Dreadlord completely disappeared. Seconds later he appeared once again behind Anaya herself, a smirk upon his face.

Sometimes he thought that being a Master of the Sith ran him to enormous heights, but then he remembered that even an Apprentice such as this could get the drop on him...even if he was faster than her. On his leg one could see a deep cut from a lightsaber blade, for the first time she had struck him.

“Good.” Moridin simple said as he reached up with his palm and sent out a massive force push towards her.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Moridin had this awful habit of just vanishing and reappearing just where you didn't want him. It made her angry, not because he did it, but because she still wasn't fast enough to catch him doing it. She spun to meet him, the smell of seared flesh reaching her nose. She gave a wide smile, pleased that she had finally hit him and made to move in for another attack only to be shunted with a force push.

She rolled with the push and slid into a cat like stance and she slid across the floor, her eyes never leaving Moridin. She rose slowly to her feet, this time waiting for Moridin to attack. "It must have been hard to wake up after so long to find everything you worked so hard to build, gone."

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Moridin stood for a few seconds, doing nothing. He stared at his apprentice and then disengaged his lightsaber. He placed the weapon on a small holder upon his back so it did not swing about on his waist. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and then slowly opened them. Four centuries of life, four hundred years of living, and breathing. She was partly right of course, abandoning all that he had worked for had been difficult, but it had not been entirely without gain either.

The Dreadlord knew this, and Anaya knew this as well. Soon he would be Emperor, he just had to take that one last step. “No.”

He said simply, and then in a flash of blackness he disappeared entirely. Not even a second later the Dreadlord reappeared behind his apprentice, closing the distance between the two of them at an impossible speed. Then he jabbed his right hand forward, aiming a punch at her spine and sending his foot barreling towards the back of her knee.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya followed Moridins lead and deactivated her sabers clipping them to her waist, though not for a minute believing that this was over. She couldn't say she was surprised by Moridin's answer to find he did find it hard. He was Moridin, she often forgot that he was a mere man and thought of him as a god of sorts. A creature worthy of the throne.
Anaya was ready for him this time, spinning them moment he vanished from her sight, knowing that he would arrive behind her as he always did. She caught his right hand in her left and held it fast, twisting the lower half of her body to avoid the kick to her knees. Force lighting crackled in the hand she held Mordin's fist in and she sent it dancing up his arm, as her right hand sped towards his gut.