Rocks and Hard Places [Closed]

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Katarr
Abandoned Plains
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Son of a Murglak. ​

She'd sent the correspondence to her associate immediately after the interaction that had, quite literally, just stumbled into her inbox. Now, Kiskla was reaching a whole new kind of level of humility, one that she'd been taught years ago and was choosing to ignore until now. I mean, he'd already helped her fix her thrusters, why not help her fix an election as well?

Kiskla had reached out to @[member="Marcello Matteo"] almost instinctively because of his personality. He was level-headed and fortified in his knowledge, a rock when she might need it.

As of now, plans were developing in her pretty head. She'd hopped, skipped, and jumped space to Katarr another planet not in Republic space nor Fringe nor... Anything really. It was just space. Right before she returned to The Republic's jurisdiction. Just what she needed. Abruptly, she had commissioned her vessel to a stop and touched down in the most barren place on the planet for a little breathing space. She overlapped her last message to Marcello with these current co-ordinates. Just in case.
Skinny legs were crossed, and her slim diaphragm was inhaling and exhaling softly; she was there, but she wasn't present. She'd never been one for the whole Jedi meditating thing; she'd always found other ways to bide her time. Suddenly though, Kiskla realized the necessity to take a step back and look at what she was jumping into. But that was never any fun. Her brows furrowed upon her initial outreach; the Force was screaming in confusion. The dark side was frustrated with the actions of Korriban and unease was everywhere but the powerful glow of the lightside. The Sith would be bloodthirsty now; insidious to the core.

You're opening up to me, finally. It's been a while.

Don't flatter yourself.

Kiskla was, or at least, an image of Kiskla was standing against the darkness of Beyond Shadows. Her aura glowing a brilliant blue between white and red; rival siblings. There was a smug, yet benevolent look on the celestial glow of Sister who had been aiding Kiskla so much recently.

I need you to behave. I'm know you've felt those that worship your essence disband.

You're segmenting incorrectly again, girl. I am not Sith. That was true, he was just darkness. And in darkness, he was a complication to this particular Jedi.

But they fuel you. So listen to me and keep silent a while longer.

Then you need to exercise me just a little more. There was a metaphysical flex that caused Kiskla's celestial knees to buoy. Externally, it felt as if she'd been punched in the gut and she winced in her serene state. I am not your prisoner.

No, you're not. You're my ally. He was darkness, but he was The Force. The Force was her ally and she was it's defender and warrior. A complex balance tasked to her. Always. And as such, I need you to--- he lunged. Beyond shadows he lunged. So deep in meditation, she couldn't tell if it was taking him a year, or seconds; and in turn how long it took her to react. But whatever it was, it brought her back to consciousness with a heaving gag; she'd pulled herself from the situation before he attempted to escape again. Her fists clutched soil and she shuddered violently, almost gagging after the metaphysical propulsion. There was still a darkness lingering in the area though. The totally desolate area. It wasn't Son, and it wasn't her.
Unfortunate, because she was blatantly branded with the Republic's insignia; making her a prime target (or beacon).

@[member="Arvis Syphex"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

He walked through the plains. He felt a malevolent power within the Force. A powerful presence, he didn't know where it was. But just as soon as he had felt it, it had disappeared. He looked to his side to look at his Master, @[member="Adamus Straife"] to see if he had felt it too, but he was wearing his mask so he was unsure. But he did, undoubtedly.

After the presence had disappeared he felt the power of Ashla take up the space that the presence had before. It was a Jedi, and a powerful one at that too. The both of them, Master and Apprentice would have to go and investigate. And deal with the presence, maybe.

He saw the Jedi Master in the plains, alone. Just...There. He knew she sensed them, how could she not? Two users in the Force, both dark siders, in an empty plain. She definitely knew they were there. His hand found his lightsaber, and unclipped it from it's belt hook and he watched the Jedi.

"Jidai." Was all he said once they were within range to hear each other speak.

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"] @[member="Adamus Straife"]

 

[Adamus Straife]

He remained taciturn in the face of the Jedi Master. She reeked of the light, and Darth Avara wished for nothing more than to snuff out the light of her life. Though Avara would kill every Jedi he laid his hands upon, he could not deny that the chance to corrupt and use such a figure would be a chance to begin crippling the Jedi, rebuilding the Sith and beginning his reign as the only Dark Lord. The only one worthy of the title of Darth. Besides his apprentice of course, he wanted to be the only real Sith in the galaxy, and from the ashes of the old empire would awake a new one.
"Jidai," Arvis spoke, though Adamus looked coolly off into the distance, his torn cloak billowing in the wind. His arms were folded and his masked visage gave away no hint of his true feelings.
"Make her suffer. Exact the vengeance we deserve, my apprentice." He beckoned him. So Arvis stepped forth, and Avara stepped back. He would monitor the Jedi's movements, her tactics, and her combat techniques. All of it absorbed, processed and taken into account. From then on it was merely countering everything she could muster against him.

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"]
@[member="Arvis Syphex"]

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Kiskla wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as a precognitive tingle travelled down her spine. That sense hadn't relinquished, it had only grown. She didn't bother to turn around and face the Sith behind her because--well, she knew they were there. And they were close enough to overhear without straining. She groaned, outwardly and mentally berated herself for not marketing the message to her fellow Jedi as !! urgent.

From the feels and sound of it, there were two Sith in the immediate area. She almost grinned at this. It was as it should be; almost picturesque. There should always ever be two Sith. A Master and an Apprentice. The Empire had destroyed that by letting it's numbers grow without enough corruption. Even Kiskla could see that.

A swell grew in her cells as she transferred a burst of energy forward toward the ground, propelling her body upwards. She arched, rather gracefully overhead of the two that had been behind her just seconds ago.
Snap Hiss. And with practice, she landed on her feet behind The Sith, now putting them on the awkward instead of her.

"Sorry that I seemed to interrupt your stroll, gentlemen." Kiskla chimed, her usual charming wit coming into the foray after being buried for so long. Like...six whole hours. She gestured with her free hand, not the one holding her lightsaber in a reverse grip. "And you know, your entire Empire." Oh, burn K. It might be a little too soon to rub salt into wounds! But who cared about seasoning -- they wanted her dead; inviting them to reconsider would be a nullified attempt and one that would cause her absolute agony; mostly because the darkness in her had just reminded the Jedi Master that he was like a hyperactive puppy and needed to be taken out for a walk. To be exercised. What better way to exercise the darkness, than to taunt it?

"Never assume you deserve anything."

@[member="Adamus Straife"] | @[member="Arvis Syphex"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

"Silly Jidai." His finger pressed over the ignition of the lightsaber. The blue beam ignited and burst out of the hilt. He spun the lightsaber in his hand and he looked at her. "Your Tython will burn." He said as he turned around to look at her.

He wrapped the force around his body in a force shield and stared into her eyes for a while. He was armed with his amphistaff, the blaster pistol around his waist, within his robes, and the retractable blades within his gauntlets. His titanium armour should protect him from her strikes, for a while.

He threw his free hand at her, the force emanated from his hand and flew straight at her in a force push. Whether or not it hit her, he started to run straight at her, she was going to lose. She had to.

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"] @[member="Adamus Straife"]

 

[Adamus Straife]

And that was the first step. Easy enough, he knew, to make his apprentice begin the fight. He poured his hatred for the Jedi outward, unleashing waves of unease across the entire battlefield. The light would dwindle, and the dark would flourish; the dark side of the Force was strengthening Arvis as he made his swordplay, and Avara marshaled his strength should his apprentice be struck down. His arms remained folded, but his power was ever present. A clear cut above his apprentice, the Jedi would be able to sense his mastery over Arvis. One to embody the power; another to crave it. Behind his mask, he felt himself smile. "I must thank you, Jidai," he spoke, as Arvis engaged her. "Were it not for the timely intervention of you and your allies, the Empire might have actually survived. Alas, the only true way for the Sith to flourish is with two. A master, and an apprentice." His arms unfolded, and he flicked his hands wide, aiming to impair the Jedi Master's movement with a Force stasis.

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"] @[member="Arvis Syphex"]

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Mm, no. She didn't have to.

Her blade still pointed toward the sky, unwavering, she extended her own palm to counter the shockwave from the painted Sith. The two Forces met with a wavering effect, and held each other in a struggle until the Sith decided to rush her. He was within the metre when Kiskla's Force Push consumed the one he had sent toward her, and like a tidal wave, it rolled over the barrier that had been there and went crashing toward the Apprentice; only slightly weakened in Force but enough to prevent his haste toward her and for her to maintain her collectiveness. The Master too, would probably feel slight reverberations, although he seemed quite content to send his hound to complete the the dirty work.

As she stood, her cells quivered with anticipation. The darkness, coupled with the light, danced through her veins preparing to engage in swordplay.
Gasp.
Thank goodness she did put a distance between herself and The Apprentice, because she felt an interference with her body -- that Master didn't trust his hound enough to finish her without his assistance and his dark deeds were creeping into her signature and running cross course. With a...lightsided power it appeared. Hastily, she unleashed the impatient presence of Son, who ravaged through her existing signature and consumed the power that threatened to leave her in a catatonic state. Which would be...deterimental given her situation.

"Thanks for the history lesson." Kiskla wheezed, her voice light with a whimper as she felt a breath of refreshing rejuvenation touch her body once more. "But you can save the doctrines for your apprentice." The blonde nodded, nearly back up to par as she shuddered, gripping her blade and without warning, springing forward like a viper toward Arvis with a blurred speed. Swiftly bringing her lightsaber from behind her, and immediately toward him in a slash across his chest to test his armour; of which she followed through the momentum and dropped to a knee, avoiding any instant parry, while her blade sliced beside her toward the back of his knee where most faults in armour were and tendons could easily be exposed. Her free hand did not rest however, and a culminated expulsion of emerald energy belched from her fingertips toward the Sith's master in a form of raw, heated tendrils. She hoped this electricity would ravage through his body and search for ground, enough to give him second thoughts about getting involved again.

@[member="Arvis Syphex"] | @[member="Adamus Straife"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

He didn't expect to harm her with the force push. It was only a test, and she passed, for now. She was powerful, he had to give her that he realized when he was thrown onto his arse.

And then she was up and she swung at his armour. He saw her coming long before she started to blur with the Force, he saw it in his mind's eye. No. She wasn't going to hit him. He swung the lightsaber upwards in a quick block, and she dropped to her knees in front of him. Leaping up into the air, leaping over the lightsaber swing at the back of his knees, he angled his body so that he would land on his front, and he extended his feet out, both of them, to try and kick her in the face.

If the kick did hit her, it would most probably throw her onto the floor.

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"] @[member="Adamus Straife"]

 

[Adamus Straife]

Dun Möch was glorious. The stasis impaired her body, but Arvis was too far away to capitalise on the opportunity Avara had given him. He felt a strange presence around the Jedi, and watched her expel the stasis from around her body. Impressive, he thought. But this was just the beginning, and there was much fun to be had. She engaged Arvis quickly, utilising the speed granted to her by the Force. Avara kept track of her with his senses expanded, he could never tell if the Jedi would ever strike out at him. She swept her lightsaber across Arvis' chest, but his apprentice blocked it quickly enough, and as she dropped to her knees to deal damage to his lower body he somersaulted above and planted his feet down to kick her in the face.

And that was when she threw the emerald lightning. A sickening hiss escaped her fingertips, and potent arcs of lightning stretched out across the expanse between them. Avara was ready, and his lightsaber shot into ignition. The deadly snap hiss was heard, before a violent humming as he spun the saber in a Soresu technique known as Deflecting Slash. The energy projected at him was sent back, deflected toward the Jedi Master who had cast it. Avara made sure she was punished for her arrogance.

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"] @[member="Arvis Syphex"]

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Kiskla had landed beside the Apprentice with her knee dropped, and blade sliced backward, herself facing his bossman. So when he twisted into the air, it did come as quite a surprise. She was sure her blade would have had at least some penetration. She stomached her frustration and instead dealt with the new situation. Two soles of quite heavy boots coming right at her. Oh, and a ball of lightning. AND she was still tingling from the stasis, which slowed her movements considerably (thank goodness she was a speed demon to start with!). Gawd it was so much fun fighting two for one.

Teach her for her arrogance? Something her master had tried to do long, long ago.
Apparently, it hadn't worked.

Boots first. She had learned in her padawanship, that going with both feet first into any sort of attack was dangerous. It was just as bad as giving up the high ground (something she'd forgotten on Ossus..). She tracked his advancements with The Force, keeping her brilliant blue eyes on the Sith Knight instead; up to the point his apprentice became a visual barrier. As the heels of The Apprentice were within centimetres, Kiskla pulled her arm back from behind her and rose with the strike. Her brilliant cerulean blade came diagonally across her defensively, putting a burning sword where her face had been and let that be intercepted instead of her nose. She was no longer kneeling now, and the apprentice was in front of her where the lightning had been redirected to.

Two birds, one stone. They needed to become more coordinated.

@[member="Adamus Straife"] | @[member="Arvis Syphex"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

He almost panicked when the Force alerted him to the green lightning coming at him from behind. He heard it too, but the Force alerted him first. He would have to deal with the first thing however, the lightsaber.

His boots were thicker and heavier to move, but a Doctor had helped him with that fact. She had enhanced his body physically more than anything, and he parted his legs just before the lightsaber could split him in half. One of his legs went downwards towards the floor to stabilize himself, always moving with the aide of the Force to speed his body. His other leg, moved forwards, to scratch over the plasma blade, so that the blade continued upwards toward his thigh.

Unfortunately for her, with one foot he flipped backwards away from her. Still moving faster than he should have with the aide of the Force, and he moved out of the way of the incoming lightning.

It was a close one, but he wasn't done. He wrapped the Force around the emerald lightning, and moved his hand so that the lightning split in two different parts and flew for her upper body, and lower body (where her lightsaber is located I guess). While he did that, he threw his lightsaber at her, empowered with the aide of the Force in his hand to guide it towards her in a saberthrow. The lightsaber was only a distraction and it wasn't moving directly at her. Rather, it was moving behind her, where in it's spinning arc, it should clip her back, just enough to wound her.

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"] @[member="Adamus Straife"]

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Oh my, so much to look at so little time. Thank goodness nobody relies on pesky things like eyeballs anymore! Before she could even think about reacting, she did. Her sword hungrily slurped up the lightning like spaghetti on both accounts, saving her from a burning pain she never particularly favoured. It was quite a pretty display of lights, for any onlooker, to see the weave of blue and green collide like that and softly explode against each other as the one overpowered the other; her lightsaber's crystal humming happily with it's consumption. But that wasn't it. While she had been defending herself, a new attack came from around and spiraled toward her back, she moved to the side swiftly, but not quick enough. She felt the powerful sting of plasma against flesh and it charred her clothing, making her gasp in pain at the connection. No time to react. No, none whatsoever!

Her free hand snapped outward and she called out to the lightsaber that had just caused the surface wound; interrupting it's force spiral and redirecting it to her palm. Rapidly, she curled her fingers around it and brought it toward her, both blades locking behind her in an 'X' as she stood facing both the Apprentice and his master once again, her back only to the sprawling fields that surrounded them. This was the second lightsaber she'd' claimed in a matter of weeks, and she was beginning to feel like Grevious of old. Except..none of her opponents were dead.

"I hope you have a back up." Kiskla sneered, having yet to have unleashed her Vaapad.

@[member="Arvis Syphex"] | @[member="Adamus Straife"]

 

[Adamus Straife]

Avara smiled at his apprentice's display. He had made quick work of the emerald lightning, turning it from a disadvantage to an advantage. Arvis had learned, and he was putting the Jedi Master on the back heel with fervent pleasure. Darth Avara held his lightsaber within his sword hand; he did not need it yet, but it was there for a sense of security - Jedi Masters could not be trusted, after all, and this one was certainly different. He continued to boon his apprentice; an application of Sith sorcery, to make him fight, think and move faster. His senses would become alert, while hers would dwindle from the waves of defiling dark side energy permeated the area like a thick and heavy fog. Like a snake in the grass, Darth Avara waited for the opportune moment to strike; his powers gathered to his legs, and he converted his alertness to this contentious opportunity to find a weakness in her form; a weakness that he could exploit.

She made a quick defence of the lightning, but the lightsaber that Arvis had flung toward her back gave her a nasty clip, a burn that singed across her. He could see the pain in her eyes, feel it in her back as if he were the one being maimed. He fed on it, he relished in it; in her suffering he found power and his fingers twitched greedily. Avara watched as she caught Arvis' lightsaber within her grasp, drawing both red and blue into a cross-shaped formation. Rookie mistake, he looked at Arvis. Never throw your weapon at a stronger opponent.

The master stepped forth, confident to the point of arrogance and so full to the brim with the power of the dark side that he thought he might explode, but it was controlled. And he would release such controlled aggression in concise bursts. Snap hiss! His qixoni lightsaber gleamed a blood-coloured hue, and stretched out before him to light up his darkened features. His visage gave nothing away, and the mask made him appear stone cold. He flourished the lightsaber in an cross-pattern formation, steadily gaining momentum in his arms, and the flourish ended with a Makashi salute. His legs spread apart, and his saber pointed toward her, narrowing down the opportunity for her to strike his body zones. And then he lunged like a viper, quick and ferocious like a Vornskr, yet quiet like a shadow. His blade flurried toward her to force her on the defence; in the back of his mind, he anticipated her counter.

@[member="Arvis Syphex"]
@[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

He knew she would catch it. That's why he never left home without his amphistaff. Standing on the side from the Jedi Master, he threw his arm back and drew the amphistaff around his body. It would take quite a while to kill her, she was powerful. "Why attack Korriban? Hmm? There were many other planets between it." He formed another force shield over his body, stronger than the first one. His Master was empowering him with his power in the Force. It felt good. Though that wasn't the only thing, he felt the pain that she had through the Force. He let it empower him, and his grin widened underneath his mask. She would bend, or die.

"Why fight for the Republic? For the Jidai terrorists?" He wanted to know before he killed her. He would strike her down to the floor, and reclaim his lightsaber.

@[member="Adamus Straife"] @[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Kiskla should really invest in armour beyond standard Republic issued and the odd specialty bracelet and doo-dad credited only to Masters. She was calm as the iron knight stepped forward, apparently deeming his Apprentice unworthy. Aaawkward. His muscles, his pulse, all slowed with The Force's mind as she allowed Son to invest himself in her veins. Call it competitive advantage, but she had the entity of darkness that the Sith got their power from. A little surprise for the upcoming moments when she unveiled a much coveted blade style; but until that, she wanted more time. Her back was still burning.
She caught the Master's blades with the two of her own, locking the trio powerfully and guiding his blade downward on his initial strike. Rapidly, she pulled away, blades twirling like windmill wings at her sides as her heel struck out against the back of @[member="Adamus Straife"]; buying herself time.

Time that was filled with irritating questions that she was usually the one asking.

"Two Sith." Kiskla replied, using their own words against them. "Just a Master and his Apprentice." Korriban was a breeding ground for Sith -- which was an outright joke to their hierarchy. Plus, she hadn't made the call on Korriban -- she had received word of the attack from The Dark Lord of The Sith herself.

"I fight for the future." The blonde replied, neither confirming nor denying his claims. It didn't matter if they were friends or foe, she often spoke in fragments and riddles. It had irritated the former Grandmaster of the Jedi beyond comprehension. While she spoke, her wounds mended; although her fabric was still ripped and the bit of armour on her shoulder was relatively charred.

"It seems to be working so far. Care to join?"

@[member="Arvis Syphex"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

When she parried, Arvis had already been on the move. With the aide of the Force he moved faster, with the pain that the Master felt, it empowered him, with the power his Master was feeding him, he only grew stronger. "We already have." He said in reply.

His amphistaff was three meters long, and the snake's head would absolutely destroy what robes she had on and the flesh underneath it. His hand slid further along the shaft of the amphistaff while it was in it's spear form, and then when he was within two meters of her, he swung the amphistaff at her with a one handed grip at her lifted up leg that was heading for his Master's back. At the same moment that he brought down the amphistaff, his hand rose up to try and wrap the Force round her in a force grip to halt her movements long enough for the amphistaff to sever her leg at the knee.

It was up to his Master to finish the job.

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"] @[member="Adamus Straife"]

 

[Adamus Straife]

And he would do so with flourishing finesse, displaying the artfulness and economy of Form II. He spun in the opposite direction of his apprentice as he attacked, and allowed the Jedi Master's leg to bear the assault he had laid upon her. His mask stared intently into the Jedi's eyes, and the dark side gathered within him. His curved blade was precise as it swung around effortlessly to her own cerulean blade, displaying the second form's classic Makashi riposte, aiming to completely take her off balance. At that moment, he unleashed the dark side; at the moment their blades would come into contact, he released a minor Force fear around her mind to set her back. "The future belongs to us, Jidai. To the Order of the Sith Lords." His voice was monotonous, as if it were devoid of emotion; yet his blade burned with an intense fury. "And in that future, the Jidai will fall."

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"] @[member="Arvis Syphex"]

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Apparently he didn't care to join her. Just maim her.

Now now, one doesn't get to be a master without preparing for moments like this. She saw the potential, horrifying demise of her leg and she moved to curl it back in post-kick. She'd got her heel back in a downward swing when she felt The Force's attempt to restrain her whilst a physical threat came down from above. Her arms still worked. Both blades came across her knee like scissors, intercepting the vong-tech before it could touch her. Her blade barked angrily upon impact, dissatisfied with it's challenger.
Meanwhile, she exerted a Force barrier of her own, that wove about her entire body and established itself before bursting slightly enough to ward off any inflicting attacks. As soon as she could, she curled her leg back in and stood on both feet, taking a heavy breath of appreciation that she could do that. I mean, come on. Her legs were some of her best assets. Her blade caught with the master's and considering she had just got her footing back, she buoyed with his blade, letting him steer her in whichever direction instead of offering resistance. This did, unfortunately, cause her to stumble to her knees. Then she was gripped with a mental vision, which irritated her. Telepathy was her schtick. Her teeth grit and she groaned, bringing her lightsabers back around in an X and they hovered for a second while she caught her bearings.

A Sith Knight and his Apprentice, amoured with Vong tech.

"Okay." Kiskla breathed, not liking the closeness of these quarters. The odds were not in her favour if one was looking at numbers. Her eyes closed to a moment as she re-centred herself, focusing on the light rather than what would have fuelled her Vaapad. Her body bubbled, building energy to the point of climax. "We all know that's not true." And with that, a powerful forceblast erupted from the woman's very core, rumbling from her abdomen and outward. She was still on her knees, but that just put her closer to the ground, which she made quake.

If the plains weren't empty already, they would have been flattened by this action, as it spread for miles after the initial eruption. She wouldn't be surprised if she flung her opposers a good fifteen-twenty meters, if not totally blowing their armour off. Then again, that armour did look pretty durable. She really needed to get some for herself.

Kiskla stood, once more, cerulean and crimson blades crossed behind her, waiting for them to also regain their footing. For the final time. Her patience was wearing thin.

@[member="Adamus Straife"] | @[member="Arvis Syphex"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

He was shaken to the core as he flew through the air. But he let himself be carried as he crashed through the plains quite a distance away from her. Was she trying to make room for herself? Was she trying to escape? Or maybe both. He was determined to find out.

Standing up from the ground, his black robes had stains from the ground now. Green and brown dirt and grass stains. That wouldn't impede him now would it? If anything, they just made him look more colourful.

Spinning the amphistaff around in his hands, he was proficient with it. He practiced with it day and night. And she would learn why, why he of all the beings in the galaxy had one.

He took stock of the situation first hand. He started to move around to the left hand side. His lightsaber was what was keeping her alive. His wound was most probably weakening her, or at least he thought so. Or else why would she release the Force in such a way? He decided it was time to offer her a chance. Or at least, give her a few ideas.

"We fight for the future as well. Why must we fight, Jidai? We fight for the same thing. Let us draw up arms together." His staff lowered considerably to the ground, but enough to defend himself if she decided to cross the vast distance between them. But he doubted she would get close to him before he was ready. He formed the Force over him, and casted a force sense, and sight. To anticipate any attacks that would come from her.

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"] @[member="Adamus Straife"]

 

[Adamus Straife]

The blast drove him away, but Avara chuckled as his body flailed along the air and onto the grassy plains. He caught the ground with his hand and bounded himself onto his feet, skidding along the surface to face his foe once more. Overwhelmed was the correct word for the situation, Avara and his apprentice needed only push the right buttons to make her snap, and her patience was already wavering from their assaults. He paced back into melee distance, and heard Arvis speak, luring her to the dark side. Avara held his blade in a low, casual grasp, and waited until his apprentice finished speaking. "For a Jedi Master, you've been quite the disappointment so far. Surely you can do better, no? Perhaps that darkness I can sense inside you needs tending to. My apprentice and I can show you that path, if you would but embrace the very thing you try so tirelessly to resist."

@[member="Arvis Syphex"] @[member="Kiskla Grayson"]