Holding the crimson blade in his firm grasp, the young Jedi padawan couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. The blade he held...It was the color that was not allowed to be used in the Jedi Order, seeing as it was basically the trademark of the Sith. Seeing as he had no other weapon capable of combatting the Sith, he would press forward. If he did, [member="Maleus"] obviously wouldn't have given it to him. There was no time to be picky apparently, for a powerful grip seemed to make itself present around Tugoro. The force, no doubt. It's powerful allure was extremely tight, binding the boy to the spot he stood, making him unable to move. However, that would not last, as Maleus' intentions were made perfectly clear. Though, it seemed that the Zabrak had not trained enough to lift his entire body, the young Taidarious would begin to skid across the ground, approaching the Zabrak at a fast rate. The booted foot of Maleus would lift, shooting forward with momentum. The padawan's eyes would widen as the kick advanced, his arms lifting to cover his head. The kick would land firmly against the boy's arms that had craeted an X formation in order to defend himself. The blow was strong, causing his arms to be forced back, hitting his face instead. A stream of blood began to run down the boy's face, coming from his lip and nose. The impact would send him staggering backwards, leaving him only a few moments to regain his focus. Leaping backwards, he would hold the blade forward, feeling extremely light headed. "...Fool.." He would mutter, not turning from the trio he faced. Of course he was not talking about the Sith group, but [member="Carden Lorps"], who still hadn't left.
