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[Aliyah]

Tag: Tycho Arak
Location: Corsucant, ???

The speed with which the Sentinel moves could not be understated. Masters of the Force were feared for their abilities to do things supernatural, and the shattering of windows proved to be no impossible feat, the sounds of shards falling down on the stone cold floor reverberate through the chamber, as the energy within them is suddenly released, like a miasma of suddenly discovering a dead corpse. The tortured captive calms down for a moment, using the respite granted to him to breathe in and out, voice filled with rust and rot.

The bone-masked man is not like other cultists, no, there's an air of authority and competence around him. He reacts nearly instantaniously, leering back and delivering a straight kick in Tycho's face, yet the master would have enough time to block it, of course. Yet the invisible weight behind the strike would send him flying into the the walls full of shattered glass.

Regardless of the outcome, in that same breath, the cultist used this to gain some distance. Much needed distance, displaying feats of flexibility and acrobatics cartwheeling backwards with the help of the kick acting as a way to gain momentum. Tycho can tell that this man does not like close combat.

"Law?" He sounds disappointed. "How boring." In spite of this, he keeps his words brief, seeing as they have no affect on the sentinel. The man draws a lightsaber from a hidden compartment underneath his robes, activating it. Blood red light escapes and fills the surroundings with ambient light, his form illuminated with viciousness and malice.

His other hand reaches up to point over at Tycho, and the investigator feels it, the Force being contorted and twisted, collected into one spot focused at the man's palm, and then...

Lighting escapes his fingers, and rapidly zaps towards the sentinel with intent to shock and pierce right through him, this man. This cultist, it is no mere adept, but a sorceror - with far more intricate understanding of the Force, and ways in which to violate it for his own interets.
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[Tycho Arak]

Outfit: Sentinel Standard
Weapons: Lightsaber
Tags: Aliyah

He was quick, but was he quick enough to strike at Tycho? Not really. The kick missed, all he had to do was lean backwards to avoid it. And the Force behind it was resisted by the Force of his own capacity. It would send him sliding backwards towards the shards of glass, but since he didn't topple over, it didn't mean much to him. All it did was crunch underneath of his boots when he regained himself and stepped forward. It took a lot to phase him, and this clearly hadn't done so.

The man drew a red lightsaber and Tycho drew his forth, the orange blade humming as he held it in one hand while staring down his opponent. The man lifted his hand and Tycho very nearly rolled his eyes as the barrage of lightning came towards him. A free hand rose and collected it into a ball of energy, which he then directed at the other cultists in the room, intending on taking them out of the equation so he wouldn't have to deal with anyone but this sorcerer that had decided he would interfere in the affairs of Coruscant.

"You'll have to do better than that, I'm afraid," Tycho said coolly.

The man was acrobatic, and clearly could move with the aid of the Force, but Tycho was now slouch in that regard either, having grown up training in martial combat. He ran forward towards the man, and then quickly disappeared, only to reappear directly beside the masked dark sider, stabbing his orange blade forward at the mans side while his other hand remained poised and at the ready to defend if necessary.

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