Scions of the Darkside [TSE]

[Juliet Varos]

Before anything more could really happen, she was being chastised. Juliet hated being chastised. She had felt the motion, felt the Force being manipulated, knew what was trying to be accomplished. With [member="Ignis Imura"] being distracted with the blubbering warrior on them, she used her own telekinesis to re-fasten her dress. She would die before it was stained and dirtied by this place's floor.

She heard the blubbering, heard the chastising tone, and did not really pay much attention, for she did not care what this man had to say. He was beneath her, they were all beneath her. One day, they would all know it. And when they prostrated themselves before her, begging for her mercy, for her forgiveness, they would fine none. One day, this ridiculous act would end, and power would be hers. But for now, she had to deal with this.

Upon being asked, she scoffed, setting a hand on her hip.
"Of course not. Weapons are for those so weak in the Dark Side they cannot use it to solve their problems. Not to mention, I absolutely refuse to debase myself by entertaining the thought of sparring with this creature. I would rather wear a potato sack and feed a Hutt candied treats."

[member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Pythia"], [member="Venthis Zambrano"], [member="Lark"], [member="Dalansa"], [member="Kizaark"], [member="Rys'sya"], [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]

 

[Alkor Centaris]

He watched her with deep, distant blue eyes that remained clear of corruption as she spoke, and the indignation that radiated off her in droves reached Alkor before her words ever did. "A child," he murmured, and her words spewed from her lips like bile. He heaved a sigh, and took one step up onto the railing. "I asked a simple question," he reminded her. "A simple answer will suffice. Any more than that wastes your breath, and my time."

With the next step, Alkor dropped into the courtyard nearly three yards below, crouched low. As he rose, he studied the girl as the distance between them melted away. "If you have no lightsaber, then you are beneath the weakest of acolytes in this place. When you learn about value, and about your worth, then you may decide where the balance of power truly lies."

He turned to regard the Imura boy, aware of the similarities between him and another Kro Varian Alkor knew once. The Dark Jedi chuckled. "You have his look, if not his tact."

To Ignis, he had nothing else to offer.

His gaze wandered back to [member="Juliet Varos"], and he folded both arms behind his back. "You believe that the darkness serves you?" he asked. "That in your time of greatest need, it will not betray you?"

His lips curled into an amused smile. "And you imagine, with only your borrowed power, that you are strong?"

 

[Vaylin]

Vaylin's attention slipped away from the previously bickering pair, and lingered over to [member="Venthis Zambrano"] as the Knight practically marched through the area and made a beeline for [member="Pythia"] . That in itself made the Zabrak curious, wondering why the young; well relatively speaking given the man's Anzati blood, man's focus was solely on the Twi'lek.

A predetermined meeting perhaps?

Either way, it was made all the more interesting by Venthis' actions. Vaylin just about managed to see a type of mist flowing from the man's clenched fist and move towards Pythia. The Zabrak frowned as she felt nothing from it, even though it seemed to originate from the Force. Whatever it was, it certainly caused a rather interesting reaction from the Twi'lek.

But what exactly had the Zambrano done?

Her question was neither answered or continued when [member="Juliet Varos"] suddenly spoke up again. Vaylin was very close to audibly groaning, rolling her eyes instead as she looked over at the woman. Right in that instance she wanted to just walk right up to her and smack the attitude right out of her.

That was when an idea struck Vaylin, and she had to force herself not to smirk.

"You're a blithering idiot then, princess." The Zabrak spoke loudly, knowing well how to carry her voice across an large open space. "A lightsaber is a tool of the Sith, a very useful one that can cut through all but a number of materials in the galaxy. The Force can only get you so far - especially when you're faced with scenarios where you lose your connection."

She looked over at [member="Alkor Centaris"] as he jumped down effortlessly. Vaylin remained where she was, but her posture spoke volumes. She was more than ready to step into the dueling ring.

"Step up, and I'll show you the benefit of a lightsaber." Her amber eyes stared directly at Juliet. "As I cut off your hands."

[member="Lark"] | [member="Kizaark"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Syss Rembala"] | [member="Dalansa"] | [member="Rys'sya"] | [member="Ignis Imura"] |​

 

[Kizaark]

Bastion, Sith Training Academy
851 ABY

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Things were certainly picking up, what was this, a fight? No, it was more with words than swords. This must be the new way of doing things. Things on Barab I usually weren't solved with the flapping of tongues.

Various conversations stuck up around the vicinity the former hermit found himself, stood at one of the pillars, plated in his full armor, it was perhaps the most iconic note about the Barabel, the crude armor similar to how an insect would utilize its chitin, sat in an uncomfortable manner upon the Fallen Son yet despite the discomfort of the unrefined and bare-bones design meddled in with the wounds that he had received earlier in the week during his discovery by the outsider and the brief conflict with his kin, the former hermit stood tall, proud. Perhaps it was the new sensations and feelings that raged through his body like flashes of lightning, perhaps it was simply the influence of the Dark Side sinking its talons into the newly found vessel of the dark, allowing its almost intoxicating presence to seep into the bloodstream. The hermit thought he was strong, prepared for whatever the 'world' could throw at him.

Though that mentality only served him on Barab I, this new world, this enlightenment, shook the very foundation of which his zealous belief had been forged and reinforced with iron will. His survival instincts taught him of the wilderness and dangers of his home world, not the expanse that lay beyond the clouds. Ideas started to merge, as if code was adjusting itself to the new parameters, survivalist tendencies starting to open up to absorb, adapt, overcome. In this new environment, the difficulties were numerous to the point where tackling them alone would be dangerous, long-winded and the possibilities far too numerous to make beating his path difficult to the point where he'd become lost and confused even within his own head. Cooperation was needed, social integration, hunting packs upon the beast of knowledge.

Things slowly started to make sense, slowly but surely the isolationist was flooded with outside thoughts, ideas, solutions; all in turn mutating and evolving. He was once the Fallen Son, now he was...

He didn't quite know how to put it into words or expression. What he had to hand, however, was courage, tribal and uneducated but raw and powerful.

The heavy stomp of his feet and rattling of armor colliding and clanking about, he'd join the party of the like-minded as the horned one gave her lecture. Knowledge as well as personal strength was power in this world, the arrow to the bow; one needed both the martial strength and the knowledge to forge a new weapon, a deadly weapon. As the armored Barabel joined the group, he said nothing, nor did he even make any attempt to contribute to the gathering, he simply resided there; listening and watching with intent behind the encased helmet.

Gripping the branch was easy, holding on was a whole different matter.

[member="Pythia"] | [member="Lark"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Syss Rembala"] | [member="Dalansa"] | [member="Venthis Zambrano"] | [member="Rys'sya"] | [member="Vaylin"]

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

Jorryn giggled into her hand as she watched the whole situation between the two acolytes unfold, thanking that the trip back to the academy wasn't as uneventful as she had believed it would be. The poor perfectionist girl being teased by such a rough looking fellow. Jorryn might have even felt bad for her if she hadn't found the entire situation so amusing. Jorryn noticed the man beginning to mess with the lacing of the girl's dress and imagined what outrageous action she would take next.

Jorryn stopped laughing as the situation had to be diffused by another figure, just before things had gotten interesting. She began to make her way to the situation as others began to as well, entertained by what could happen next if the two were given the opportunity to have at each other again.

Standing by as the whole situation unfolded, Jorryn didn't know whether to laugh or cry when the girl mentioned that she refused to wield a lightsaber. For someone so obsessed with their self image, Jorryn found it hilarious that someone wouldn't bother to learn all sides of what make the Sith powerful. Jorryn decided that it was best to laugh when a Zabrak girl had decided to correct her on the importance of lightsaber combat, again giggling into her hand at the thought of this girl being forced to fight without a connection to the force.

"You know she's right, don't you?" Jorryn rang in, agreeing with the Zabrak's statement. "As beautiful as it is, you can't always rely on the force. Lightsaber combat is a thing of marvel all on it's own, especially when the practitioner knows what they are doing."

A patronizing grin crept across Jorryn's face as she stared down at the distressed girl. "I also agree that it would be rather amusing to watch you spar and see how far that Dark Side power can get you against a real opponent and watch you get slapped around in combat, though I feel humiliated would be a far more fitting punishment than maiming you."

This day had turned out better than she hoped and, though Jorryn didn't tend to associate with other acolytes, pressuring this girl into making a fool of herself might be the most fun the Echani had in a long time.

[member="Vaylin"] | [member="Lark"] | [member="Ignis Imura"] | [member="Rys'sya"] | [member="Venthis Zambrano"] | [member="Pythia"] | [member="Dalansa"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Juliet Varos"]​

 

[Darth Bellum]

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The slow echoes of armored footsteps could be heard faintly approaching as Vexen's large figure strode through the halls of the Sith Training Academy on Bastion. His armored gauntlets would be behind his back as he strode with his typical swagger and air of authority, his magnificent magenta cape flowing behind him as he made his way through. Sith acolytes and knights alike would be moving about, but they were quick to get out of Vexen's way because of the atmosphere he brought with him. He often traveled from one academy to the next, observing the future prospects of the Sith Empire's forces, and his travels would bring him to Bastion, the heart of the empire he claimed allegiance to.​

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He would pause at a room that was filled with Sith, his steps halting briefly as he glanced from one figure to the next. He would resume walking, slowly making his way inside the great room. There was an air of arrogance and doubtfulness as he approached but kept his distance from the group, spectating and listening to their conversation. For now, he kept his silence as he figured the other acolytes would do an adequate job at explaining the importance of lightsaber combat. Regardless of how strong one's connection to the Force may be, the lack of blade work to accommodate would prove to be a more than fatal encounter. There was only so much thinking and talk could get you, and only so far when one's tongue and hands were cut off.​

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From beneath his helmet, Vexen simply grinned to himself, having recalled the days in which he was naive to believe that one skill was sufficient enough to master without training in the other. That lead to his throat being permanently scarred. Perhaps the naive and arrogant knight who believed lightsaber combat as beneath her would soon learn a harsh lesson in humility. His gaze would briefly linger to one Knight approaching an Acolyte, but was soon returned to the group of Acolytes, finding much more amusement in watching them bicker away and lecture each other.​

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[member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Lark"] | [member="Ignis Imura"] | [member="Rys'sya"] | [member="Venthis Zambrano"] | [member="Pythia"] | [member="Dalansa"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Juliet Varos"]​

 

[Ignatius]

The sudden crack of a whip echoed. It came just outside in the training grounds. Looking to it, A Knight was telling us to act like adults. I rolled my eyes heavily at him as then a Dark Jedi, clear in his connection to the force, spoke to us. Asking for lightsabers. Before I could even get a word in edgewise, The "princess" had voiced that the force was all she needed. I shook my head. I didn't have a lightsaber because my father said I needed to create one of my own. Thus I was left with only my hands as weapons. Luckily the leather gauntlets I had were lightsaber resistant. Created from the hide of a Leviathan. A creature who feasted upon force sensitives.

What got me to shake my head even more, was the fact that a pale skinned Zabrak had entered, and said she was going to teach the girl some manners. She wanted to get in on this. However, what caught my attention was the Master of the force. He knew me? "His look" could only refer to my father. My mouth came up in a snarl. I wanted so deeply to ignite myself in the force and show him that I was not my father. Yet, that would be something my father would have done. I literally grunted from trying to control myself.

Instead, I focused it on the Zabrak.

"Sorry lady, but princess is mine."

Turning to Juliet, I decided that if she thought she was so great at the force, then I could only propose a challenge.

"Everyone here states that you need a lightsaber to survive, yet you say you only need the force to survive. So I propose a challenge. You and I go head to head. You with your force alone, and me with my martial arts and my abilities. You win? I apologize, take a hit to my pride, and you are clearly the better. If I win? You learn how to use a lightsaber, become embarrassed, and I get to court you from your own words."

Opening my hand, I indicated the training grounds in which we could face one another. If she really wanted to prove her worth, prove to these women who didn't believe her, and show that she really was better than everyone else, then here is her chance.

"If not, back down, and I will just have to fight someone who is much better than you in the force, and still uses a worthless lightsaber."

Interacting: [member="Juliet Varos"], [member="Vaylin"], [member="Alkor Centaris"],

Nearby: [member="Jorryn Fordyce"], , [member="Lark"], [member="Dalansa"], [member="Venthis Zambrano"], [member="Kizaark"], [member="Syss Rembala"], [member="Pythia"],

 

[Rys'sya]

A prodigy she may be within the realm of Mentalism, even Rys'sya was well aware of her shortcomings due to her weakness in the realm of saberplay and martial combat. This was something ground into her early on in her training, long before even her Master had gotten his hands upon her. The amused smile remained upon those full lips as she stepped softly closer to more clearly observe the bickering banter.

She had been observing them, particularly the so-called "princess", for long enough that she could clearly see where the thinnest areas of their auras, their presences, their mental bulwarks, were to be found. She focused on that thinnest membrane of the mental defenses [member="Juliet Varos"] had in place, being able to softly ply the words and thoughts the Talravinian would require to push her to accept the request.

Really, it would take no effort anyways, as prideful as the woman already was.... but Rys'sya felt that imperceptible nudge wouldn't hurt, to get the party started. Rys'sya's only concern really, was that one of the more adept Knights, or the Master present, would chastise her for her interference with the scene.... Though, it would require a true master of Mentalism to be able to detect, let alone trace, the subtle nudge back to her.... A simple little Sorceress....

[member="Ignis Imura"] | [member="Kor Vexen"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Kizaark"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"]​

 

[Juliet Varos]

The situation was quickly spiraling out of control. Juliet was many things. Proud? Yes. Arrogant? Definitely. Narcissistic? Without a doubt. But stupid? Far from it, despite her somewhat ditzy demeanor. Her inner gears turned, processing a way out of the situation. Right now, there was not an easy one. If she declined, she would be branded a coward. Not a good thing for her future ambitions. Yet, if she accepted, she would undoubtedly be thrashed. She needed to think of a way out of- wait a minute. Was someone poking at her mental defenses? The feeling was clear, though the other was good, very good. If Juliet didn't keep hers so matched up and high, it would have worked. Someone had fallen for the act. That just proved it was necessary. Well, well, well, they were turning her own thoughts against her, trying to get her to accept this fool's challenge. Interesting. Well, let them think they succeeded, and they would try again, and Juliet could without a doubt find them, and confront them, perhaps turning them to her side. A thought for the future.
Now to deal with this lot.

"Ah, yes, please, allow me to accept a challenge posed by someone who clearly knows their own abilities well, and formulates a contest in which his own strengths are first and foremost." She scoffed. "I am Sith, boy, not stupid."
She spread her arms to the crowd gathered around them.
"The people demand lightsabers. Very well. I assume this facility is stocked with training lightsabers? Then give us a pair, so we may engage in battle, as you seem so eager to combat. Besides, the idea of being courted by a man frankly makes me wish to vomit, and this dress was more expensive than anything you own, so ruining it is not high on my list of priorities."

[member="Ignis Imura"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Rys'sya"] [member="Vaylin"] [member="Kor Vexen"] [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] [member="Kizaark"] [member="Pythia"] [member="Venthis Zambrano"] [member="Dalansa"]

 

[Ignatius]

Calling me boy? If she was so great at the force, and was high and mighty, then we would face one another with our talents. Yet, she now changed it. Callingt me once more a plebian, and then rifted me on the idea that courting a man would make her "unlady like." I smiled and shook my head slightly. I watched as the Knight who was with the Dark Jedi turned around and headed off in a direction unknown to me. I let it pass me by as I spoke to Juliet.

"If you are so worried about ruining your possessions, then you should take better care of them, and yourself so that you don't end up in a situation like this again."

Fighting was something I was good at. Or at the very least thought I was good at. Tightening my leather gauntlets, I walked towards the training area. Her idea of possessions was warped. It wasn't the price that mattered. It was the value it gave to you. Was it worth this much to her to fight over something as small as this? Was I wrong to be instigating it, when I likely should have taken the lost and walked off? Smart was a decision. My action was done in haste.

I hated myself for it, but I wasn't backing down now.

Hearing footsteps behind me, the same knight tossed a lightsaber at me. The hilt slapping into my hand. I looked at it for a moment. Familiarizing myself with the hilt. Activation button. Pommel, body, and emitter. Easy enough right? Turning on the blade as it was hanging from my side, I noticed that it didn't gain weight.... it was very light. And this didn't sound like a training saber. About to voice this to the Knight he turned to me.

"Use it."

Shrugging my shoulders, This just meant I had to be more careful with the weapon when using it I guess. Looking over to Juliet who he handed one to as well, I shook my head. Honestly? Why was I such an ass to this girl? Yes I made a stupid one line at her, but the way she acted made me mad. Her entire being wanted me to hit her. Show her that she isn't the best around. Even if I am just from a simple family that was broken apart. Yet, I did feel sorry for the girl. The rude awakening she would get. Either by myself, or someone else later on, she was bound to lose.

"Ready?"

Holding the red weightless blade, I grabbed onto it with both hands, holding it in front me like I would a sword, seeing the same stance taken by my father with his own sword. I shook my head to get that memory out, and focused on the girl.

Interacting: [member="Juliet Varos"], [member="Vaylin"], [member="Alkor Centaris"],

Nearby: [member="Jorryn Fordyce"], , [member="Lark"], [member="Dalansa"], [member="Venthis Zambrano"], [member="Kizaark"], [member="Syss Rembala"], [member="Pythia"],

 

[Syss Rembala]

Not Sith, just a band of bumbling baboons, inflating their chests and baring their teeth trying to measure who stood higher on the ladder of authority, not power. They disgusted her. Such a lack of discipline and education, a blatant display of ignorance, pride and an unhealthily inflated ego. Language was the primordial representation of thought, the tool of the wise and the cunning. Measure was the means of the sly, patience the path to success. And observing, was what allowed to her to determine that these Knight, no less, and a recently arrived Acolyte were proving to be undeserving of the Dark through their immature, conceited and uncalled for behavior.


The acolyte she could tolerate, she knew for a fact he would either be put back in his place or perish in his task to become something he didn't seem to understand. But the Knight, lowering herself in such a disgusting manner. It was an insult to the Dark and all the values the Sith held dear. She felt a satisfying, brooding heat when a Dark Jedi Master intervened, showing the two where they stood and how they should behave, in the likes of scolding a child. However, the white eyes of the Umbaran were soon placed back upon the Twi'lek, who had approached her. She lowered her book, closing it and returned the bow of her head with courtesy and a sly smile on her lips. She was new in Bastion, Syss could almost smell it if that was possible. But she could also sense something special in this Acolyte, something that attracted the curiosity of the Umbaran.

For a second she ignored the commotion forming around them as the two uneducated Sith, the Dark Jedi Master and other acolytes started pressing on the pair to solve their differences by means of combat, for such was often the way of the true Sith. However, it would have been disrespectful to ignore the Twi'lek acolyte, and if there was something she had not yet ever done was disrespecting others. Not even the most hated of her enemies. She carried herself with a coolness and a collected manner that often managed to unnerve others, for she gave the impression of being ever planning, ever the patient predator stalking for its pray. The fact she had a gaunt, tenebrous look deepened the effects of her unpredictable nature.

"That I am, sister." She replied with politeness and, strange in the acolyte, a curious honesty. "What is it that I might aid you with? I am at your disposal." The smooth and velvety voice of the Umbaran Acolyte slid off her tongue with an expertise attributed to her honed skills for speech. She could see the Twi'lek was very unaccustomed to her new surroundings and this put her at a high alert. It was understandable, and the Umbaran did not lay any judgement onto it. She could feel a special potential in the Twi'lek, and had awoken an interest for this fellow Acolyte she had not felt since a long time ago, since the day she had once met Melori Raaf before the Force led them to very different paths.

Soon after her reply, she could feel a figure of greater power than the both of them advancing their way, her white eyes lifted subtly to the figure of [member="Venthis Zambrano"], the cousin of the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Carnifex. She bowed her head respectfully to the man as she saw that strange shadow crawl up the Twi'lek. Syss did not question the Sith's actions and remained silent, as she would unless addressed otherwise. Now she could see the reason why this Twi'lek inspired such a curiosity and dragged so much attention. She was, no less, the apprentice to the Dark Lord.

[member="Pythia"]

 

[Vaylin]

The Zabrak would've been lying if she had said she wasn't at least a bit disappointed that the snobby young woman didn't take the bait. Vaylin had been itching to fight someone; or even multiples, head to head. It was all fun and excitement running across battlefields. Chasing down Jedi and soldiers, taking out an Incursion and cutting down enemies to the Empire - such as the Anx.

But it had been a while since she had a decent duel, and frankly she couldn't see [member="Juliet Varos"] being that. What Sith had that kind of mindset, to dismiss lightsabers as nothing more than a tool for the weak? Sure, there were other weaponry out there that could be used, but Vaylin got the impression the human didn't like using any type of weapons.

Was she even aware things like the Ysalamir? Or the various other bits of arsenal Non-Force Users tend to have at hand when dealing their kind.

At the very least, it seemed like Juliet wasn't dumb enough to charge ahead with the challenge. Had enough sense to step back and analyze the situation - realizing the odds were stacked against her. Would it change her attitude? Vaylin doubted it, but at least she wasn't a blind fool.

Vaylin would have to keep an eye on her, if she didn't end up confronting Juliet directly before the day was over.

[member="Ignis Imura"] spoke up again, momentarily towards the Zabrak before turning back to Juliet. Vaylin rolled her eyes slightly, leaning back against the wall as she resumed her observing instead. It would be interesting to see how the two contrasting personalities clashed against one another. Something seemed to spark in Ignis in the wake of [member="Alkor Centaris"]' words. It seemed and sounded like the young man had something to prove.

Very interesting indeed.

| [member="Lark"] | [member="Kizaark"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Syss Rembala"] | [member="Dalansa"] | [member="Venthis Zambrano"] | [member="Rys'sya"] |​

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

The amused grin stuck on Jorryn's face as she backed away from the girl and the man, allowing them space to begin their duel. Jorryn had never imagined that the first day back to the academy would be as interesting as this one had, but the nature of Sith always led to something interesting. She was looking forward to seeing the girl embarrass herself with her lack of skills with a lightsaber, entertaining ideas of what shade of pink her face would reach.

The hilarity of a one-sided slaughter made way for a more disappointed feeling as the taller man fumbled around with the blade, familiarizing himself with a weapon that he should have known by heart a long time ago. It was obvious that the man had just depended on something or someone he had seen before in an attempt to appear familiar with the weapon of the Sith.

Jorryn would have found it hilarious if the duel weren't between two people so unfamiliar with her favourite style of combat, leaving her melancholy about the assured disappointing result.

"I'm not sure I want to watch this."

The Echani mumbled as she her back fell against the wall, pressing her palm against her face in disbelief of the entire situation.

Thoughts raced through her mind about what the battle would be, and which of them would come off looking worse. How does a battle where neither one of the combatants know a proper lightsaber style even work?

Frustration ran through her mind as she peered in between her fingers to look at the two fighters familiarize themselves with their weapons, a small glint of hope that perhaps this fight would wind up entertaining somehow and not just pitiful. It was tempting to just run up and try to replace one of them to show them the true grace of lightsaber combat, but she couldn't care less between the two who was right.

With a resigned motion, Jorryn dropped her hand to her side as she gave her full attention to the situation unfolding in front of the rest of the acolytes. Her eyes surveyed the rest of the spectators, wondering if they were as shocked about the lack of knowledge for combat the two in front held.

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[member="Vaylin"] | [member="Lark"] | [member="Ignis Imura"] | [member="Rys'sya"] | [member="Venthis Zambrano"] | [member="Pythia"] | [member="Dalansa"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Juliet Varos"] | [member="Kor Vexen"]​

 

[Rys'sya]

Quietly, with a soft, bemused smirk still affixed upon her full lips, the Miraluka would approach [member="Vaylin"], before speaking just loud enough for the Zabrak to hear her words. "Not to excuse her arrogance, but not all are gifted in the area of martial prowess as yourself, my friend." she said, voice flowing like velvet across ones ears. "Much to my dismay, I must confess that my swordplay requires a great deal of work."​

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"Perhaps we might spar? If you wish? Though, I'd very much like to keep my hands." she knew in a battle of purely martial skill, the Zabrak woman had her significantly outclassed, at least as long as she had been trained in the classical ways of her people. Should the contest have been of powers and intimate usage of the Force.... Well, the sorceress would have had a significantly better chance of overcoming her potential adversary.... "I mean, of course, I will not be much of an opponent, but it is not often I find opportunity for someone to train with, who might be close to my level of experience."​

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A slight shrug would be given. "An offer to consider, should this.... 'bout'.... prove to be less than entertaining...."​

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[member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Syss Rembala"] | [member="Ignis Imura"] | [member="Juliet Varos"] | [member="Kor Vexen"] | [member="Kizaark"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"]​

 

[Juliet Varos]

The moment her hand even touched the lightsaber hilt, she felt utterly repulsed. This was something her weak Jedi mother would use. Disgusting, truly. She could almost feel her hand blistering at the mere touch of the weapon, and kept herself from making a face. Oh, well. After fumbling for a moment, she found the on switch, and pressed it, the blade coming to life with a snap hiss. It was weightless. That was unexpected. She would have to be careful, without a doubt. She didn't plan on ending her promising career so soon with a severed limb, after all.
Ready? Was she ready? Absolutely not. She had never even entertained the thought of handling a blade before. Now, she was expected to use one against this cur. This was not going to end well, at all. She had already accepted humiliation, but seeing the boy handle the hilt, she came to a realization: he had never used a saber before, either. That changed things. She had a chance, now, however slim. As she turned the hilt in her hand, she reached out with her mind to his, attempting to subtly force doubt into his mind. Would it work? Perhaps, perhaps not. She was no master of mentalism, but she was decent.

She lazily swung it idly in front of her, yawning, lidding her eyes. "Ready? Of course. Come, let us take care of this tiring business so I may move on to more important ventures than this mummer's farce." Boredom she projected, but she was tense, ready to act at a moment's notice with her inexperienced skills.

[member="Ignis Imura"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Rys'sya"] [member="Vaylin"] [member="Kor Vexen"] [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] [member="Kizaark"] [member="Pythia"] [member="Venthis Zambrano"] [member="Dalansa"]

 

[Ignatius]

Clearly she was not going to be used to the lightsaber. She hated weapons. Meaning she had little to no experience in using any kind of weapon. Though, I couldn't say much for myself. About the best I had was training with wooden swords because I didn't want to be beaten by my father. Sure, a lightsaber was considered a Laser sword, but the blade itself was void. There was nothing to it. Yet, there was something wrong.

I felt like I shouldn't trust myself. Almost as though I knew I was going to lose? Why did I have this feeling? Why was something like this happening to me? Why did I doubt myself right now, when any other time I would have been a-okay? I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts as the girl spoke about being ready. A voice coming to my head once more,

"You are already playing her game Ignis. Look through the force and feel her drawing from it."

As she stood there, I could feel it like I was told. Breathing in, I concentrated upon myself. What this would mean for me. I needed to prove to myself that I could stand up against this self proclaimed Sith. More so, I wanted to prove to this new man, that I was better than my father. Better than he was. Even now, I felt like I was holding the weapon wrong with a two handed death grip.

Releasing my left hand, I held it out and limply in front of me. That felt better. Feet shoulder width apart, saber pointed at her in a small slant, and left hand closed in a fist across my chest. Closing my eyes for a moment,

"You play a dangerous game Juliet."

Opening my eyes, I sped at the girl. Coming in right for a jab at her chest. Even this distance was closed in the blink of an eye. With her reliant on the force, she would very likely use the weapon as a last resort. Meaning I had to bring that resort to the forefront of the fight. I had to end it quick, and now.

Interacting: [member="Juliet Varos"], [member="Alkor Centaris"],

Nearby: [member="Rys'sya"], [member="Jorryn Fordyce"], [member="Vaylin"], [member="Syss Rembala"], [member="Kor Vexen"], [member="Kizaark"],

 

[Juliet Varos]

Not for the first time in the past few minutes, the woman wished this boy had not seen fit to fall at her feet and spout off his stupid mouth. This situation was almost the worst way things could have gone without her being straight up killed, or having something spill on her dress. This whole thing was so un-perfect that it made her head hurt. But whatever, it's fine. They were here, now, so she had to make her bed then lay in it.

So she had set all of her nerves on edge, in order to appropriately do this with the least amount of harm to herself. As the lightsaber came hurdling towards her, she barely had time to throw herself to the side, her mind still trying to push thoughts of failure, doubt, and worry in his own. If she was going to have a chance, she needed him knocked off-balance. The saber's heat was searingly close, and burned a hole in her beautiful silk dress, right along her side. Small, but she still felt the air along her skin, and felt her rage rise.
She retaliated with her own clumsy strike aimed at his arm with the saber in hand, off-balance and filled with anger clouding her judgement.

[member="Ignis Imura"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Rys'sya"] [member="Vaylin"] [member="Kor Vexen"] [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] [member="Kizaark"] [member="Pythia"] [member="Venthis Zambrano"]

 

[Ignatius]

I expected that I wouldn't have been able to defeat her right off the bat. If she really was good, then she knew how to move out of my path. If one relies on the force, then they know how to keep their distance. I did it when I was fireshaping in fact. Using speed to get me close to punch others, or staying back to lob fireballs and streams of flame. However now, I opted to use the saber. One, because if we were both mediocre at it, then at least I could supplement it with my MMA training. As well as my force powers. While she only seemed to have the force.

Yet I could keep feeling a prodding thought in my mind. One that was filled with doubt. I could feel it seeping into the cracks. Questioning myself, was this the best opening move? Was this fight even worth it? I could barely pull myself from the doubt as the flash of a second saber came at my arm. Twisting my upper body, and pivoting on my right foot allowed me to move my left arm, which was against my chest, out in place where my right arm had been. The lightsaber wasn't in a powerful blow, but because of my movements, and her almost thrashing of a swing, the lightsaber blade cut all the way up my upper arm just above the skin. The sleeves I had on were now cut and melted from the blade.

The burns on my arm hurt. However, it was not a pain too unbearable.

In this position, I essentially had my arms crossed. What was the best way to use the saber? Just backhand the girl with the saber. being about her upper chest level compared to my mid stomach level. Sure, a lightsaber was a good tool, but wasn't always the best used item in the fight. You had to used multiple abilities after one another to get a good combo going. So what did I do? I used my left arm and sent a left cross at her face. Maybe now she would understand that she is not always the best around.

[member="Juliet Varos"], [member="Rys'sya"], [member="Alkor Centaris"],

 

[Juliet Varos]

She had not really expected to hit him, truly. But her pride and her anger demanded her to try, so she did, and she missed completely. Not too much of a surprise, but what was a surprise was the backhand of the metal hilt of the lightsaber that sent her reeling, her face bruised and cut from the switches and grooves of the hilt, and it felt like her jaw may have been knocked loose. His cross followed a moment later, making her stumble back, reeling once more. Her perfect face was ruined, and her head throbbed with agony. She had never been struck before, and this level of pain was new to her. She touched the injury with her hand, the skin coming away with blood on it. The idea that his boy had spilled her blood enraged her even further, and her violet eyes stared daggers at him, her voice a mutter.
"You'll pay for that."

It was clear that while he was dominating the physical aspect of the duel, her mental nudges were turning out in her favor. So, it was time to push that up to eleven. She did not press more doubt into his mind, no, instead she tried to create the illusion of a sensation on any portion of his skin that made contact with his lightsaber: an itch. An intense, burning itch that would feel like insects tearing his skin from flesh as long as he held onto the metal, a feeling of agony.
This required all of her mental faculties, and she was stuck standing still as she concentrated, so if this didn't work, she was essentially screwed. This was her trump card, her last bet, because everyone knew there was no way her physical might stood against his, so she had to use her strengths to her advantage: her mind.

[member="Ignis Imura"], [member="Jorryn Fordyce"], [member="Vaylin"], [member="Rys'sya"], [member="Pythia"]

 

[Ignatius]

I smiled with glee as she was smacked twice. Even as she backed up to test her wounds and see the blood coming from her, I watched as she lowered her saber. Not even raising it as I came to strike at her. If she wasn't going to defend, then I was going to hit her with all I had. Taking the saber in both hands, I held the weapon up, and was about to bring it down when I could feel the itching in my hands. Like my hand had fallen asleep and lost circulation. Only, this felt hundreds of times worse. She was still in my head. That instant moment, I released the saber. It shut off as it fell from my hands and landed on the ground.

Looking at her, I snarled.

"Get out of my head you queen!"

With her dress already burned from the saber, remains of it were still warm. I could feel it from here. If she wanted to play the force game, then the two of us could tango. I reached out with my right hand, and snapped my fingers. The ember remains would reignite. Flaming up and starting to engulf her dress. If she wanted to play mind games, then I would make her fear the very fire I could control. If she wanted her dress so badly to not be ruined, and feared embarrassment, then I would take everything from her.

Moving my hand over her frame from the distance, I attempted to move the flames over her body. She would be able to easily feel the heat, but it wouldn't burn her to death or anything. Just completely devour her dress and singe her hair.

"Burn."

[member="Juliet Varos"], [member="Rys'sya"], [member="Alkor Centaris"],