She'd been right. His blade
had been failing.
Ryv
had a bond with it. She could feel little wisps of them interacting but couldn't make out anything distinct, other than him putting away his weapon and trading it for those scavenged from the battlefield. Her Lightsaber never talked to her. It loved her too much to waste energy with words in her skull, when that energy was better spent re-enacting the last fifteen minutes of incredibly violent samurai films.
Then he started to really fight.
Laertia felt a bit of the Juyo creeping into her mindset as he met her with controlled fury. She started to let herself enjoy the battle as he used saber after saber to stave off The Black Knight another few seconds.
"So, you finally found your killer instinct..." Laertia remarked in a clinical manner, though internally she was overjoyed Ryv wasn't dead. This was fun! Part of this was the Juyo training. She later learned The Amalgam had killed the one who taught it to her out of jealousy.
Laertia chuckled, as each threw their might at the other in earnest.
(Lightsaber Duel Theme Plays)
Laertia began to throw more of herself into the fight, her inverted green blade destroying every scavenged one inevitably, letting a controlled flow of emotion into battle to meet his fury, snorting a bit as he proclaimed himself a barrier, rolling her eyes as they fought.
"The only thing you are a barrier to is common sense..." She replied. "You'll be killing your loved ones, potentially mine, and a lot of others, you selfish motherfether. All because you can't understand the value of patience. All because you prefer the tactical suicide of a two front battle to even a momentary lull in your personal feud with The Sith. I would have happily helped kill them too once the Bryn'adul were out of the way. I'm fighting for my family too, Ryv. Fighting not to see all they know eventually consumed by a worm erupting under their feet. But as long as you get to kill your Sith Lords, right? As long as you and the rest of the idiots in the NJO get to kill your Sith, and feel like a hero, even as the Draelvasir blot out your worlds, you don't care if you lose eventually, as long as you fought the good fight. Feth all the people who will die on the border worlds if they're in enemy territory, right?! Just feth 'em, you gotta have your two front war, when you barely have the resources to fight even one on your own!
Feth the whole galaxy! Feth 'em, AS LONG AS THE JEDI DON'T HAVE TO SULLY THEIR HANDS!" Laertia snapped at the arrogant man in condemnation over the roar of death around them.
She watched as he ducked a swing snapped forward with two siezed blades, purple blade flashing for her face, blue blade behind him. Faster than she expected.
It was a deadly move, among the most difficult to evade or defend against. If she did not act soon he really 'would' rip her apart as he passed by. But at least he was finally taking this seriously. If only he took The Bryn'adul as seriously there would be no need to kill one another
But she knew this trick...
As Ryv was seconds from blazing past her, another memory came to mind and she acted just as he was about to pass her by...
007-teen year old Laertia Io swung with a focused look of determination at Ursula Sandraven's chest, the white Catsuit clad Jedi fighting with two white training blades and defending in her preferred mix of Soresu and Ataru, and three times now, Laertia had been struck from below by a fast slash from two different directions by her mentor, ripping past her defenses before she could react. Laertia was on round four, but the stinging welts on her ribcage were affecting her focus and judgement. It wasn't long before Ursula succeeded in that forward slash from below, the blades stinging Laertia before she could react. Ursula shut off the blades as Laertia hit the grass. They were fighting on the grasslands of Alderaan.
"I'm surprised you haven't tried to teleport your way out of the problem..." Ursula remarked clinically as she circled her exhausted student, the Monster hiding inside of her making Ursula give a faint smile, the Beast inside her flesh adoring Laertia for trying so hard.
"Too eazee, Ursy..." Laertia panted, her mind trying to work through the problem.
"You cannot retreat fast enough from the slashes, which come at two different directions, nor are you going to be able to dodge to the sides without sustaining a major hit..." Ursula surmised in that school teacher voice, rising up, pacing around the exhausted student.
"It would seem you are in quite the conundrum, Padawan..."
Laertia was instantly at attention, Dark Gray Eyes glittering as she observed Ursula, ignoring her own exhaustion, wanting to absorb the Wisdom her teacher had to offer.
"I'vve triedz tuh stoppz yooz sevurull diffrunt wayyz. Wut ammz I doingz wronngz?" Laertia asked, eager to make Ursula proud of her by comprehending the lesson as quickly and as fully as possible.
"The best way to learn is by doing. Especially fast and agile opponents like me will often try and attack in as many ways as possible. Slash attacks like these are often the deadliest type. If this had been a real duel, you would be quite dead, Padawan. This technique is similar to that which I had you study over the Winter off planet...The Assured Strike. The only real difference is that much more speed and power is involved.
"But I'mmz notz faast enuff tuh doddge ittz..."
Ursula smiled. Laertia instantly lit up, giving a wider one back. Ursula smiling made her smile.
"You've much to learn of the ways of the Living Force, Laertia Io..." Ursula replied confidently, tossing Laertia one of her blades.
Laertia activated both, not really used to using two blades, and launched herself at her mentor using the same sort of attack Ryv would use in the future, trying to get Ursula in the chest and and abdomen in a simultaneous slice while blazing past her position with as much speed and power as possible.
Ursula didn't stay still. She neither retreated nor dodged to the side. She instead lurched forward, twisting, manipulating her remaining blade around her body, launching into a spinning deflection move as she executed an elegant almost floating cartwheel that carried her right above an astonished Laertia, who tried to compensate, by trying to spin around at the last moment herself and altering the angle at the last moment to try and decapitate an upside down Ursula sailing and smiling over mid air above her, only for her mentor to alter the blade so it jutted out as she flipped and spun over her, forcing Laertia to roll to avoid being struck in the head.
Ursula landed with cat-like grace, the Monster inside of her silently laughing as it made a sport of the lesson with its daughter. It must be noted that whatever The Monster thought, if Ursula the False Persona had ever become fully aware of The Monster at this point, she would have taken her own life to protect Laertia.
But neither one of them heard The Monster's laugh of delight. Neither knew how doomed Ursula was at The Monster's hands.
Laertia tried the attack again. This time just as she reached her Mentor/Parent Figure, Ursula lunged...
...breaking into a rough baseball slide to her left, sliding right past and behind Laertia, using her telekinesis on her Lightsaber to help drag her on the ground faster out of Laertia's attempt to twist her body around and strike Ursula during the slide.
"As you can see, Padawan, there is always a way...you just have to find it. When retreat is not an option, and evading unsavory, the only way out is through...but its not always a pretty way out" Ursula explained, dusting herself off. Laertia watched attentively. Dutifully. She wanted to get another smile out of Ursula. She wanted to be able to survive such attacks just to make Ursula proud.
A smiling Laertia tossed the stern looking "Jedi" back her training saber.
"Tryyz meez!" Laertia giggled.
"As you wish..."
Ursula rushed her, but Laertia didn't do what Ursula expected.
Instead of trying the exact replica of the first two strategies, as the two blades of her mentor came forward. Laertia did something unique.
As the blades came forward, Laertia simply fell backward, using telekinesis on her Lightsaber while gripping it to drag her on the ground quickly behind and to the left of Ursula. It was a rough tactic, got her a few more scratches, but it cleared her of the blades, albeit barely.
Best of all for Laertia it allowed her to catch a grin spreading across Ursula's face as she passed by the position she had been in, blades hitting nothing. She didn't realize it was The Monster's grin on Ursula's face, not Ursula's.
As Laertia teleported to her feet, she saw Ursula had resumed that mask of stoicism. Laertia was covered in grass but she had caught the grin and went positively giddy at what Ursula said next:
"Well done, Padawan..."
Laertia's dark gray eyes, witness to many horrors in the alleys of Nar Shaddaa, glimmered with happiness...
Present...
Laertia employed that same trick from all those years ago, as he lunged to cut her in half from two different directions, she lunged forward and gripped her saber, the telekinetic effects on it making it rip her forward and past him too his right, grinding her body against the ground at high speed during the slide, just barely evading both blades, which sang centimeters from from hitting her in the face, though one tip grazed the mechanical arm as she did the baseball slide.
She thought of her family. Moya, her Sisters, even Themis...
...and Syd.
She had to live. Live for all of them.
She didn't hate Ryv. Thought him a fool, yes, but she didn't hate him.
But to come home to her family, to Syd...she'd not spare him. He was in the way of properly protecting them in the long run. He'd get his own family killed with his war on two fronts bullchit.
In an
extremely fethed up and twisted way...she was trying to save Ryv's family also, whoever they were.
Laertia teleported to her feet far behind him, waiting. It was then she noted that he had managed to hit her--their was a gash from the tip of one of his blades on the armor covering her cybernetic limb, which ran down to the elbow. The servos in her armor had strained to the max to keep up with his speed, but it had not been quite enough.
Laertia laughed. "Seems you're not just a parlor fencer after all!" She complimented. "Its been a long time since anyone got close to killing me with 'that' move...my turn!"
Laertia held out her blade, stretching out a great telekinetic field...
(Sinister Imperial March Theme Plays)
Objects began floating in the area between her, Ryv, and somewhat beyond them, dead bodies, equipment, anything on the ground.
Laertia pointed her blade at one of the telekinetically suspended objects, a partial wing from a crashed fighter, and sent it moving at high speed, taxing herself greatly due to the effects of her armor. It granted great speed, and regulated her migraines and killed pain, but as a side effect took three times more effort than normal to use most Force Powers save for Sense, which is why she had employed them so far only when necessary against Ryv.
This was different. Even in their application and basic approach to the Force they were inversions of each other. Ryv used his Spirit to empower his body for war. Laertia could not, so far, but Laertia's spirit was not constrained to the body.
She pointed at another floating object in the telekinetic suspension field she had raised, flinging it at his legs, one at his head, some came slow, some came fast, from above and behind, at his legs and head.
The goal wasn't to kill. Laertia knew he would likely evade most or all of them and she couldn't keep this up long mentally and he likely knew she couldn't. The goal was to exhaust, tire him out, making him resort to the Force in retaliation, which would hopefully exhaust him more. It would exhaust her too but he had been using the Force and his acrobatics wantonly in comparison to her measured, careful offense that didn't try to expend more energy than it had to.
Until now.
More objects hurled themselves at Ryv. Pieces of armor, dead bodies, some from his own side...