Round 1: Invicta Zambrano vs Logan of Little Coruscant [ToA]

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Invicta Zambrano"] | [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] |

The Tournament of Acolytes had begun. In front of the watching crowd of One Sith and the other Sith Acolytes, Invicta Zambrano and Logan of Little Coruscant would begin their first duel. Darth Ayra stood centre to both of them as they stood centre stage. "The two of you will now fight one another. You will try to kill one another. Show us what you are capable of."

The Sith Lord left the arena. Silence ensued. No word was given to begin. But since when did you need to be told to kill someone? It was at the dawning of that question at Invicta and Logan knew that it was time to fight.

 

[Evor]

Logan stood at one corner of the arena, his overcoat already tossed to the side. From beneath his white shirt countless tattoos could be seen, their shape's all a blur from underneath. Some peaked out from behind the sleeves but there were few of a substantial size. Both of his hands dropped to his waist, his right hand brushing over the hilt of his light saber. He stared [member="Invicta Zambrano"] right in the eyes, not breaking his gaze away from her. He didn't make any move to attack yet, watching and observing his opponent for now.

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((Short response, but wanted to get things going.))

 

[Invicta Zambrano]

Emerald eyes tracked Logan's every movement, while she herself remained perfectly still in the center of the arena floor. The whispers filtered through the air, doubts expressed and animatedly debated over amidst those in the crowd. If they sought to unnerve her, then perhaps they should have taken a moment to learn who she was. There were court gossips on Alderaan and Panatha more vicious than this lot of spectators...frankly, she was a bit disappointed in their caliber.

But that mattered little...the moment was finally at hand with Darth Ayra's withdrawal from the floor.

Speech was unnecessary in Invicta's estimation, as she returned [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"]'s stare, emerald gaze unblinking. One delicate eyebrow lofted, while an invisible tendril of her vampiric abilities sought him out through the ether, seeking to connect and begin to leech away the energy harbored within his impressive form. Such inherent darkness and strength was certain to be a most delectable treat.

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No worries at all...you beat me to it, actually. Also, please don't hesitate to PM and let me know if there's anything I need to correct or explain

 

[Evor]

His face was a blank slate, devoid of emotion and thought. He slowly started to step forward, unclipping the hilt of his light saber from his belt and letting it rest in his hand at his side. He undid the small lether strap that held his blaster pistol in place during periods of movement. His eyes shut for a moment, squeezed tightly shut. When he opened them, it was clear that he was ready for a fight. His face turned to anger, his eyes narrowing at [member="Invicta Zambrano"]. He looked at her as a worker in a slaughter house might look upon a chicken, pity but the desire to end them. It was all a game to him and he had been playing his whole life.

He took another step forward, with his left foot now. The right foot quickly followed and before he knew it he was almost in the center of the arena. He stood there, unmoving. Waiting.

 

[Invicta Zambrano]

If he had taken notice of the little tendril slipping through the ether, [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] did not show it. It might have been a remarkable exercise in control, or it might have been a simple case of not realizing just what it was. The latter was likelier, Invicta thought, for how many had been exposed to an energy vampire in full control of abilities that were practiced time and again over the last hundred years? Not many, she'd wager.

Until he noticed the faint, tenuous connection, she would leech as much of his energy from him as he would allow. Perhaps it would be a little, perhaps alot...it depended on how quick he was to feel what she was doing. But discretion demanded concentration, and the woman smiled darkly as her emerald gaze grew lambent with energy. Fingers rose as if in slow motion as he drew closer, stopping just watching, and waiting. Swords were soon unsheathed, their comfortable weight clasped in her hands.

There was no flourish or salute...there was one blade, raised before her, flicking back and forth as if chastising him. Instead of attacking physically, she did so mentally, siphoning away his life energy ever faster. She remained perfectly still, save for the tip of her tongue as it caressed the length of one fang, just visible between slightly parted lips.

Invicta was going to enjoy this...perhaps a bit too much.

 

[Evor]

The tendril had been noted by Logan, but he didn't pay it any mind. It was a odd sensation, unlike anything he had ever felt before. He hadn't the faintest idea what the odd sensation was nor did he mean to make any move to stop it. He figured it was some silly trick that [member="Invicta Zambrano"] was utilizing to lure him into a sense of insecurity. He chuckled slightly, shaking his head as he flicked the lightsaber on, the red blade coming to full burn almost instantly.

Before he realized it, a blade was pointed at him in an almost mocking way. That wouldn't stand. He flicked his arm out, attempting to lazily bat her light saber away from his general direction. It wasn't a very hard swing, more so intended to annoy her than to do damage.

 

[Invicta Zambrano]

He certainly wasn't showing any visible effects of her energy drain, which earned him a point of favor with the Empress. One did not reveal to one's enemy any sign of weakness. She turned up the intensity of her life energy drain, even as he reached out and batted her sword away. Ahh...perhaps, she mused, she'd struck a bit of a nerve. Well and good. He had fire, another point in [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"]'s favor, and it would make this all the more enjoyable.

Soft and slow, a smile curled her crimson stained lips as she took a deep breath, savoring the palpable anticipation in the air. What she'd already taken of his energy coursed through her, delectable in the depths of its darkness. Perhaps she would enjoy this far more than she should, a distant corner of her mind wondering what his blood would taste like.

With one final, intense draw of energy, the tendril dissipated into the ether, snapping the temporary link she'd formed with a shock of pain. As if of their own accord, slender limbs lifted swiftly into action, using the energy to grant her a preternatural speed not born of the Force. Her senses snapped into full alert as she brought both blades into parallel upwards arcs, seeking to slice deep into his flesh from his hip to his opposite shoulder.