In The Sands

[Darth Ferus]

Willingly thrown around Ferus would find himself quickly on his back, and underneath [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] . He made no move to defend himself as she brought about her sabers to him, he made no move to escape or evade. In fact, the most he did do was keep that terrible golden gaze on her left bracer. His body had enough of a force barrier to keep any small strike from injuring him with her saber. But, the job was done now. Turning his eyes to her burning green, he would smile.

That same smile from before. He had focused too long on her bracer for her not to know, but perhaps that wouldn't matter. His own force blast, fueled by his own mastery of the Force, would blast out to send her back and away. But at the same time a fire would light on the highly explosive material on her limb. If she could not stop it, the bracer would explode.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

A groan of frustration would pour out of the Twi'lek's lips. She grew tired of his games. And as the bracer caught flame she could feel it beginning to burn her skin, spinning her saber into a reverse direction she immediately severed the durasteel from her wrist, dropping it beside the Zabrak's body. She had been unprepared for the Force Blast given her immediate need to clear the now explosive device from her body. As she was sent back she landed crouched, knees bent low and a single hand to brace her body from the impact and steady her footing.

Reactivating her sabers she quickly severed the remaining gauntlet and leg guards from herself. "Enough is enough. Your Sith magic is deplorable." With a gathering of energy she vetted it into her legs and arms to increase her speed and re-engaged Krest. Her legs would take her promptly to his position and her arms would unleash a vibrant flurry of slashes and jabs that would appear as little more than a blur, allowing the full strength of Ataru to be unlocked. Focusing on his torso, abdomen, and pivotal joints, she was entirely unconcerned with the well-being of her opponent and was prepared to take his life if he faltered or failed, though she still would not intentionally kill him in the event of his surrender, if that were even something remotely possible. With each burst of strikes she would aerial toward the side and continue the assault.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"It's not actually Sith Magic. Just science affected by the Force." The Zabrak would push himself up slowly while he spoke. A powerful barrier unlike those he had made before would meet [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] 's slashes, following her as she leaped around him. Now he was going to show his mastery of the Force, and no longer would he be in restraint. Golden eyes would follow her form as she leapt about. Ataru, the acrobatic form. A smile began to form over his face once more.

The strong barrier would not last, and even as he stood fully it would begin to crack with some places on it chipping away. That wouldn't do. With her constant movement though, he would already pick up a pattern, and with a swipe of his flesh hand his plan would come into motion. As she landed during her acrobatic dance he would cause the sand she was to stand on to become loose, so much so that should she not notice, it would be very unlikely she could keep her balance.

Then and only then would the barrier drop, and he would suddenly push off the sand to burst towards her. Her mind, her aggression in this fight, had been tapped into by the Sith Lord. Utilizing nothing other than Vapaad, he would use her strength as his own, funneling not only his power but hers into his body. Like a speeding bullet he would go to her hopefully off balance form, and that metal right fist would come around to slam into her jaw. But that was not all. His spear would fly out in the same motion, gripped and moved just like his robotic limb. The alchemised tip would fly for her chest, and even the slightest nick of the blade would unleash all of the lightning he had stored in a violent explosion of electricity.

No more would there be a smile on his face. For once, he was serious. And he wanted to kill this Jedi.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

The Twi'lek ceased her actions against him once she realized the extent of energy he had poured into the formation of the barrier, and the understanding that it would not crumble without severe exhaustion on her part. Though as she landed she felt the sudden shift in distribution between the sand compaction and quickly realized the action that Krest had taken to undermine her footing. As she came down and began to sink beneath the engulfing earth she channeled a wave of Force energy and displaced a massive radius of sand in a 360 degree rotation.

With the sand now well compacted beneath her he approached with a surge of raw strength in an attempt to drive his metal fist into the side of her head. Her spine would arch backwards, leading her into a backwards handspring through the sand, giving her a clear picture of the spear that had begun its journey towards her from behind. As she pushed off the soft Earth with her hands the spear would cut through the air just underneath her torso, which if allowed to continue on its' current path, would likely bury itself into the man who had called for its' flight initially.

As her body uprighted she would take a moment to gather herself, catch a breath, and assess the overall situation as it were. While the Sith was still an extremely dangerous and powerful foe, she had learned much from the last encounter and even the premonition to hold her own against him this time. A broken arm tends to teach a number of valuable lessons of its' own.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Rather quickly Ferus would continue after [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] . The spear would not harm it's owner, this wasn't his first time after all. Instead of continuing on it's current straight path, the Sith lifted up his fist. Similarly, the blade would arch upwards, turning vertical. One the female happened to be jumping over. Anger fueled the Zabrak, a pure hatred that he had learned to bring out when he needed it. In this controlled rage, the Red man moved faster and was generally stronger, but the Twi'lek's energy mixed with his own would only amplify that.

Darting after her even if she were to evade the spear, he would once more go to bring his metal fist to her flesh. Shooting out, the limb would go for her stomach, durasteel plated cybernetic limb aiming to break bones. Yet he wasn't finished. His flesh hand would find itself filled with his Force energies, and shortly after his metal arm shot out it would follow. A raw Force Blast would be released, aiming to tear apart all in front of the open red palm.

Well, darker red. As he let his hate flow through him his skin slowly began to darken, and his ever golden eyes seemed to be shining. Behind him now his spear would rest, waiting for it's master's call. Lightning cackled over it's edge, ever ready to be used.

 

[Kyra Moonwood]

The weapons in this fight alone were extremely dangerous and yet not widely used. Strange for such a certain group of people to have almost a monopoly on the use of a single weapon whereas one could simply mount it onto a droid and decimate masses of people. In a rotational fashion it could be an extremely deadly weapon a sort of flying disk. Something such as that could be fashioned easily as required no training either. But attending to the masses was sort of out of Kyra's interest so this soon became a passing thought.
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[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

As the Twi'lek watched the Zabrak direct the spear upwards her hands would position down to use a more direct Force Deflection so that the spear would be unable to connect with her body as intended, rather skipping off into the sand elsewhere as she landed gracefully upright. Her senses alerted her to the incoming Sith, his anger, rage, and hatred flowed like a river of madness through the air. It caused her nose to wrinkle in disgust. With his fist aiming to make contact with her body she utilized her body to its fullest, performing a backbend kickover, his fist catching the air just above where her stomach was only a moment prior, while the rest of her body flowed back and up.

Her eyes would catch the red man's actions just as he threw forward his hand, releasing the powerful surge of energy towards her, forcing her own hand up to formulate a spherical barrier around herself, shielding her body from the blast, though she found herself shifted roughly 7 meters back from the sheer force of power. Without losing the opportunity her hand would silently lift the spear that was at rest behind Krest and with a great pull of energy, attempt to plunge it into his back from behind.

[member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Kyra Moonwood"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

To try and use ones own weapon against their master is a risky task. For Ferus however, it was foolish. [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] 's pull wouldn't go unnoticed, especially as the spear had it's own dark signature. A dark nexus. As the spear came at his back, the red man would only turn his body to the side. Catching the spear and effectively breaking her connection to it with a surge of the Nexus itself, he would burst forward again. Quickly thrusting out his spear would cut for her chest, but his focus was elsewhere.

The bomb wrist plate would be gripped in his free hand, and it would be throw for the area behind the Twi'lek. It would sudden explode, if harmless, to catch her attention. Once more he would shift the sand beneath her footing, aiming to overwhelm her in this quick moment and let the spear make contact.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

As the spear was caught a sigh of frustration would purse through her lips, an unheard curse to him. As he thrust the spear forward her right hand would pull forward her saber and ignite the blade, clashing it against the side of his Vrajsyme to knock it down and to the side, using his momentum to force it harmlessly away from her body, the electrically charged tip snapping and hissing at its' target. She looked quizzically at the arm guard he had been holding as he threw it up and over her, but paid it little attention as it was clearly out of range to deal her any serious harm. She had grown weary of taking her eyes off of him, and was not going to allow herself to fall victim to anymore cheap shots to divert her attention away from the fight.

Again her footing would be tried as the grains beneath her feet would shift and readjust. A quick switch split leap would swiftly move her away out and away from the collapsing sand, with her right saber up and held defensively as she landed about 45 degrees away from her previous position. One final time she would dash quickly forward, igniting her second saber as she slashed towards his midsection and left arm at the joint, following through with a small series of pivotal cuts and jabs, more in line with the style of Makashi than anything else.

If all else failed, it seemed that she may just be too inexperienced to overcome the Sith Lord and would need to find an alternative method in the future.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Upon [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] 's leap the Sith Lord himself would grow weary. To be equal with this Jedi. Well, it excited him at first. But now he himself was growing tired. Faint beads of sweat from all the exertion he was putting in his attacks were finally starting to wear down on him. No more. With her still in midair, his hand went from toying with the area around her to her herself. A choke hold, strong as he could muster, would attempt to form around her throat and stop her airborne flight.

He was not done though, knowing full well that she would find a way to break out of it. Once more gripping his spear with his free hand, the Zabrak would tear it upwards, no longer going for a graze and instead aiming to impale her midsection while he had his grip around her throat. The blade, gripped in it's masters hand, flared with the Darkside. Now he was feeding off it's power, and vis versa. Once red skin stained black as he let the darkside flow through him fully, and blue eyes turned an entrapping gold. Those very same eyes narrowed.

Ferus wanted to end this.

[member="Kyra Moonwood"]

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

A quick clamp of force would grip around her neck, halting her movement before her feet touched down on to the sand. Dangling just a few inches above the soil her feet kicked and dangled in a fleeting attempt to reach the ground. The strength in the malicious hold was overpowering. Though for the moment that would be the least of her concern, as the Zabrak proceeded to attempt to once again skewer her along the blade of the spear.

Her arms outstretched, with one hand cupped behind the other as she forced a powerful barrier into her palms as the blade slammed against it. Her focus would be on that barrier, and disallowing that spear to penetrate it, nor her body. A loud groan of frustration would pierce the air from her lips as she struggled against the force of the spear.

She was out of options, all that was left was to hope that his mental protection was a weak link. Her eyes snapped shut as she allowed her mind to stretch out towards his. Forcing a piercing mental attack against his mind, Sera attempted to break his concentration with a blinding, radiant light that would not cease or dim, followed only by an ear piercing high-pitched tone.

If [member="Darth Ferus"] released his hold, she would gasp for air as she tumbled backwards, igniting a single saber as a defensive maneuver as she made her way at a Force enhanced sprint to the speeder to make her retreat. There was no sense in dying today against an enemy she had exhausted all of her talent facing. Nor would she give him the satisfaction of killing her, or worse.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Once more the red man would bring back his spear to thrust at [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] , but he would freeze suddenly. A roar would suddenly escape the lips of the Sith Lord, he releasing her hold on not only the pink twi'lek but his spear. Falling to the ground, the red man would hold his head. The bright light had hit him hard, so much so that the high pitch whine meant nothing to him.

Still roaring, that purple flame would swirl around him in a sort of defense, creating a barrier as he sat mostly helpless against another attack. The fires burned intensely however, and anyone but him would find themselves quickly alight. It was a last defense for a man whose mind was currently being assaulted. This would give the Jedi more than enough time to escape, and leave a rather pissed off Zabrak in the desert.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

The scream from Krest was incredibly unexpected. She hadn't thought him susceptible to an attack like that, at least not to that degree. Though she couldn't afford to risk wasting the moment and her escape to tempt fate by striking at him. So she back-peddled and ran for the speeder. The magnificent flame surrounding him would likely be used to his advantage if she made any further attempt to strike him down. The battle was over. There was nothing she could do. He would surely kill her if she wore out her welcome any further. A confrontation for another day down the road. The Twi'lek knew when to call a fight finished, and this definitely qualified.

As she ran back toward the speeder she checked once more to make sure he hadn't followed her before sending him one mental message before relinquishing the agonizing torture on his mind. You won't face justice today, Sith. But rest assured, I will bring you down. I swear it.

Without wasting any time she fired up the vehicle and sped off back toward the space port to depart Tatooine.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Kyra Moonwood]

note: soz for late post :/ had things to do for the past few weeks soz for missing out on some posts)
Kyra lifted her body up off the ground, she saw the zabrak's form alit in the purple fire yet it didn't touch him and his presence was still there. A helpful traveller she was to be, completely oblivious and harmless at least her voice would sound that way.
"You ok over there?" , she tried to yell into the flame though it was beyond her if it reached the person within. The speeder was gone and her arm was up blaster in hand. If he were to get angry then she at least had a weapon plus the element of surprise assuming he interpreted her voice correctly.
[member="Darth Ferus"]
[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

The fire would die down after the Jedi left, and the Sith Lord would slowly regain his composure. The light hurt, even if it was fake, and his blue eyes would look to [member="Kyra Moonwood"] for a single moment or two. Without warning the Zabrak would stand up, bending at the hip in a bow. "My apologies to you for making you wait, especially when the ending result wasn't as I intended. My name is Darth Ferus, Sith Lord of the One Sith. Tell me your name child." At least this wasn't a total blow out. In the end, he couldn't kill [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] , but he may get something out of this yet.

 

[Kyra Moonwood]

He took a bow, her gun, his face and he takes a bow. Well one wasn't to pass up a conversational opportunity, "Well it is most nice to meet you Darth Ferus. A pleasure to meet you, of course if you don't mind the gun. I do like to keep myself safe. It's Kyra Moonwood. What brings you to these dull parts of the galaxy. " She cocked her head and smiled, perhaps she was going to find a reason to be in the 'dull parts', [member="Darth Ferus"]