SO Tournament Round 1: Krest vs. Lord Ajihad vs. Darth Lykos

[Seris Caine]

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Ziost, Present Day

This place is sacred ground to the Sith. They've fought and bled to keep it. In recent history, they've spurned the Silver Jedi from taking it over. It is not a place of safety.

Each of you stands on the battlefield, far apart from each other, but you're aware that each is present and that you must fight each other at some point. There is no leaving this place unless you are the last one standing. As if to prove this theory, a geyser of energy erupts next to you, and fills you with immense dread if you are foolish enough to go near to it. This land is not safe, but you know that you can survive if you only do what you were brought there to do. Or, at least, you think that's the case.

Unbeknownst to you, you are at the home of the Colossal Monolith, one of the last living Monoliths to reside on Ziost. Here the creature lives within a large crater, and it has the ability to utilize the energy that spews up from the rifts to attack and kill any that might harm it. Be warned in your battles: if you set foot into the creatures crater, or do harm to it in anyway, you will have a more deadly foe on your hands than any of your fellow Sith.

[member="Krest"], [member="Lord Ajihad"], [member="Darth Lykos"]

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

From where he stood, Xavka Duquo, Darth Lykos, stared out over the grim looking landscape before him; single, burnt orange eye flickering from sight to sight from where it shone out from within the shadows of the robes of his hood. As a burst of energy erupted from the ground near to him and dread began to spin its web around his two hearts, a low, rumbling sigh would fall from his lips. Straightening his stance so as to stand at his full height, a single, dull black, cynbernetic hand would brush down to front of his robes, a useless attempt to remove dirt that was beginning to cling to them in an act that was more a physical reflection of his musings than an act to clean his clothing.

Reacting within the ethereal nature of the Force with a suddenness that was not reflected within the physical realm, the Presence of Lykos would flicker within the perceptions of his now foe before shrinking and blending in with the background whispers of the Force to the point that it was nothing more than a pinprick that reflected the surrounding feelings of the Force back away from it, transforming not into a void within the Force but, seemingly, an indistinguishable part of the Force. This, after all, was why the Iridonian was a Sith Lord. He held no particular knowledge when it came to the history of the Sith, nor did he command vast armies that would bow to his whims, he held little understanding when it came to some of the more archaic mysticism of the Force and he was by no means a master of controlling the Force to devastating effects. What he was, though, was a Sith capable of becoming nothing, not even a whisper, within the Force, a Shadow of the intangible power.

The only thing his fellow Sith Lord would be able to feel of Lykos was a feint hint of intent that persisted in escaping into the Force, intent the precognition ran off of, as his gravelly voice would mentally reach out over the distance to speak directly to their mind, making no attempt to intrude within their mental shieldings. "I may not hold the strength of raw power, nor the experience that you might have gained, but, my dear ally-now-foe, you shall learn why I am a Lord in a more intimate manner, why I hold the title 'The Unseen Shadow'." Useless though his words may be, but he hoped that they would serve as an attempt towards Dun Moch, even as the masks crafted through Quey'tek Meditation would slam down, preventing even his intent from being felt.

Beginning his approach towards the other Sith, the Iridonian strode forwards at a sedate pace, making no effort to rush his approach. As he walked, viscous shadows seemed to form beneath his feet, a gathering of his power not felt within the Force, concealed behind Force Camouflage and Quey'tek.

Between his third and forth stride, his durasteel sabre, coated in those same shadows, would be drawn from its sheath to hang from his right hand, the tip of the curved blade barely a foot above the ground.

Between his eighteenth and nineteenth stride, another burst of luminescent energy would erupt forth, casting a shadow of the White Assassin's form across the surface of Ziost. A shadow that vanished from view before the burst of energy could.

By his twentieth stride, Darth Lykos - The White Assassin, The Aspect of Conquest, The Unseen Shadow and The Wolf That Guards - would out to hunt in full force, photokinetic manipulation rendering him invisible to the eye, just as much as any sound he was making was being rendered inaudible to any being that may have been around him.


[member="Krest"] | [member="Lord Ajihad"] | [member="Darth Ignus"]

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Quick Note: I have tried to get across that this post did not happen over the span of a short period of time, even as skilled in the stealth as Lykos is, I doubt he could do everything described above very, very quickly. That said, due to his skill and experience - it being his main focus - it did not take a long period of time, hence why I decided to keep this as one post. However, if you wish, I can separate it into two.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Lord Ajihad, the Demon's Fist, stood at one end of the battlefield surrounded by a host of rocky outcroppings that jutted out of the surface of the ancient Sith planet. The ground was covered in a thick layer of frozen snow, sure to make for a slippery battleground. The area was also pockmarked with little energy geysers, their excretions bound to disintegrate all they touched.​

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Over all, not the most friendly environment.​

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Ajihad would jump back in fearful surprise as one of these streams erupted just a couple feet from him. He'd do well to avoid these geysers at all costs. He looked around, eyeing a jagged pillar of rock maybe twenty yards to his left. The assassin would crouch down like a cat, building up potential energy in his legs fueled by the force. In one astounding leap, he would catapult into the air and land silently on the ledge above.​

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Just as he did so, a chorus of words would arrive at the doormat of his subconscious.​

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"I may not hold the strength of raw power, nor the experience that you might have gained, but, my dear ally-now-foe, you shall learn why I am a Lord in a more intimate manner, why I hold the title 'The Unseen Shadow'."

Rather than let the words fear or anger him, Ajihad would take a more analytical approach. He could understand why some Sith liked to brag or intimidate during a duel, but the Demon's Fist wasn't much of a talker. He felt it gave too much away. "The Unseen Shadow", it certainly made it seem like Lykos was taking the stealthy approach. Ajihad had figured this would be the case seeing as how his opponent was an assassin, but it was good to have a little confirmation. Still, he would have to keep an eye out in case the White Assassin was trying to trick him.​

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He noticed the flashed of light, as well as the shadows that went along with them. He would trace the shadows' origin to an area a decent way across the field. It was too far to see exactly where, but it'd give him a decent idea as to where his opponent was.​

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Ajihad turned on his suit's thermal regulators, at the same time activating the active camouflage function. As always, his presence in the force was expertly concealed using the Art of the Small. He nestled in between two rocks on the top of the crag, giving him a decent view of the area maybe forty yards below him. He activated his cybernetic eye's lifeform and thermal scanners, one of which would hopefully alert him to his opponent's presence. Lastly, he would draw the Voxyn sniper rifle from his back, settling into a completely still shooting position.​

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It had begun.​

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[member="Darth Lykos"] l [member="Darth Ignus"]​

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

It was a failing of many who took the path of stealth and assassination as their way of life - and a failing that he still battled with - that Lykos took advantage of in this moment. He was sure, near entirely confident that he was correct, that just as he had hidden himself visibly, so would Ajihad. Especially after his now-foe had decided to also obscure and hide his Presence within the Force. After all, it was within their natures as beings who embraced the shadows to fight from an advantage created by simply passing under the notice of their targets. Generations of evolution within the sandstorm ravaged lands of Iridonia had lead to Lykos being granted a very acute sense of smell, a necessary needed by his ancestors just so that they would be able to survive by tracking down prey within the sand dunes, prey that would have had their tracks and obvious scent trails erased by the very storms that they would have been sheltering themselves from. As such, even though the Zabrak was sure that Ajihad was invisible just as he was, his scent was not immune from detection, leading to the Assassins sprinting form to head directly towards where, unknown to him, Ajihad had nestled himself.

​The unfortunate downside of where their current battlefield was, however, was surving to hamper the Iridonian's efforts to some degree. Whereas as normally Ajihad would have stood out like a beacon to him, his scent easily distinguishable from the surrounding land, the stench that assaulted and burned at his nose meant that all that he could understand over the top of the screaming smell of rot and some sort of beast was a genralised location. Still, though, that was all the White Assassin needed as his burnt orange gaze would lock upon the rock formation before him.

Swinging his right arm forwards when he was around forty yards away from the rock formation, a fraction of the inky shadows that seemed to have been clinging to his sword would separate from the metal to lash forwards in a horizontal arc towards the rock formation. While this was not an aimed strike, meaning that Lykos doubted that it would hit Ajihad, he had hopes that it would at least encourage some sort of a reaction, one big enough to allow him to pinpoint his target.

As soon as the crescent of Darkness was sent forth, Lykos would push himself off from the ground, enhancing his leap through the Force to easily reach thirty feet, aiming his landing to be near to the rock formation. While he was in the air, beneath the concealment of the Force Cloak, a barrier compromised of the Force would form along the front of his body. After all, he and Ajihad were both Assassins, and both were trained to combat unseen targets also.


[member="Lord Ajihad"] | [member="Darth Ignus"]

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Having detected the general location of Ajihad through scent, Lykos approached to around forty yards away before, basically, cutting at a distance through use of a Force Push focused along his blade to give it a cutting edge before leaping towards the general area of Ajihad with Force Jump, whilst creating a, rather weak, Tutamis barrier in front of his body (weak as in it cannot handle much before collapsing.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Ajihad's cybernetic eye searched the area in front of him for several minutes. Finally, his thermal scanners would pick something up. The glowing red form of [member="Darth Lykos"] would stand out in stark contrast to their frozen surroundings. The device would 'latch on' to his opponent, basically turning down the thermal vision just enough to where it'd keep the assassin visible without making Ajihad's vision look like a watercolor painting. The Aspect of Conquest was about sixty yards away, but closing in fast. The Demon's Fist would have to act fast.​

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The organic sniper rifle was already loaded with a blast bug. The assassin's aim was guided both by his cybernetic eye and the force, a trick taught to him by the former White Assassin, Darth Vizios. After taking a split second to make necessary adjustments, the assassin would pull the trigger and fire the biot at his opponent. The beauty of these organic weapons was that they are difficult to detect through the force, making it hard for Jedi and Sith alike to sense that an attack was coming their way. The bugs also homed in on their targets as they got closer, making them essentially tracking weapons. A favorite weapon of the Demon's Fist indeed.​

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Sensing incoming danger, Ajihad would duck behind the rocks as a few force projectiles hit the area around him. While he remained unharmed, it would serve the intended effect of revealing his position to Lykos if the latter was paying attention. The assassin would backtrack quickly, moving to the far side of the stony expanse. He expected his opponent to appear somewhere near where he had just been moments before, between the two large rocks that had provided him relative cover from his opponent's assault. His active camouflage would remain intact still, in an attempt to throw off Lykos for a second or two when he came looking for the Demon's Fist. Ajihad would set his rifle off to the side, instead beginning to move his hands in intricate patterns that made it look like he was doing some odd sort of forgotten gesture. To those who were intimate with the workings of Sith magick, they would soon realize something was brewing on the horizon...​

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[member="Darth Ignus"]​

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Summary: Detected Lykos with thermal scanners, shot a sort of little homing missile at him, took the bait and dodged the attack, moved to other side of the area and began casting a spell.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

A smirk of satisfaction would pull at Lykos' lips for a brief moment as keen eyes would spot the flicker of movement that was Ajihad dodging out of the way of his attacks, only to be quickly quelled as he pulled his focus back to the matter at hand. He had seen, just after his leap, the small blur of action that was the firing of a rifle, even while he was still cloaked through the Force. Curses had quickly ran through his mind as the White Assassin sought to correct his mistakes, however, with the brief fires of satisfaction reduced to meager embers and his mind scrambling to craft a new plan on the fly, a blast was felt against his side.

Growling in a mix of anger and pain, Lykos twisted his body futility, attaining some sort of control over his fall. Landing roughly upright only to smoothly transition into a roll, the Zabrak leant against the side of the rock formation, on the opposite side to that of Ajihad and brought his biological hand up to the left hand side of his torso, reaching through his robes to touch his skin directly so as to quickly run through a check of his welfare. Whilst skin had not been burnt, the fires of the explosion negated by the barrier that he had plastered along his front (leading Lykos to offer a quick prayer to Vysh and Amina in thanks), the skin had been cracked from the sudden pressure, leaving small rivets of blood to stain his side. Beneath the skin his muscles were battered and tender and, while it was too early to tell just yet, he might be suffering from a coupld of bruised ribs; after all, with the barrier many focus along his front, only 'wisps' of it had wrapped around his sides, letting most of the pressure through.

Reevaluating his plans, especially at the silence screams of warning being broadcasted into his head, the claws adorning his biological hand would quickly scratch out a series of symbols onto a small chunk of rock. All of these symbols were Sith Runes, arcane shapes that could draw upon and manipulate the Darkness. Whilst, if one wanted the best quality with the highest longevity, they would be carved into a material that would be long lasted and empowered through blood and the Force, in this case, Lykos was going for something quick and cheap as the blood from his injury - blood that was coating the hand that was carving these Runes, the hand that he had used to check his wound - would serve to create these short lived, if no less powerful, Runes.

Within seconds the Runic Array was drawn, a speed born from him practicing the same Rune constantly during his experimentation with this aspect of the ethereal, a quickly tossed towards where Ajihad's scent pointed him to be and where he had seen him run for that brief moment. As soon as the chunk of stone left Lykos' proximity, the Runes began to glow a deep red, none more so than the largest Rune. Rele'kelnar, the Rune of Explosions.

At the same time as he threw the rock chunk, Lykos immediately began to gather a large amount of the Force to him, pulling it in and enforcing his will over it, manipulating it to fit his desires, uncaring of the sound of the explosion behind him, before throwing the gathered power towards Ajihad in a stretched wave, seeking to catch him wherever he may have moved after the explosion - if he had moved at all. And with the attack being based in the intangible aspects of the Force and not the physical, the wave of power would pass straight through the rock formation that both Assassins were pressed against, unstopping until it either ran out of energy or hit Ajihad. In all, it took him just less than ten seconds.
Years prior, for a short time, a group within the Sith Assassins had been formed, a group called the Seven Sins with each member being rewarded a title based on an ability that they wielded. Being the Sin of Sloth, Lykos had been proficient in Force Slow and, in the years since, had trained himself to push that ability to be one of the few in his collection of tricks that he was most skilled in by pulling upon its 'elder sibling', Force Plague. As such, as soon as the wave of the Force would reach Ajihad, it would sink its claws into his very Presence within the Force, his very Aura or whatever he called it. From there, should he choose to ignore it, it would begin to corrupt his body through his body's connection to his Presence, beginning to interfere with rate at which chemicals carrying electrical signals across synapses, slowing his thought speed, physical reaction time and even the signals telling his heart to beat and lungs the breathe. At first, the effect would be negligible, but should Ajihad continue to ignore it, the effects would become more sever over time.

Of course, Ajihad could choose to attempt to fight off this parasitic effect, but, doing so would require effort, something that, at the least, would serve as a distraction, leaving an opening for Lykos to exploit. Exploit, that is, if he could recover his focus in time. The strain of attack with Slow within such a short amount of time at such a strength while maintaining everything else leaving Lykos' gaze hazy and blood dripping from his nose.


[member="Lord Ajihad"] | [member="Darth Ignus"]

 

[Lord Ajihad]

As he continued the eldritch chant, one could feel large amounts of dark power begin to well up in the area around them. The temperature was gradually dropping, which was quite impressive seeing as how there were literally in a tundra. Still, Ajihad would have to be rather crafty to both complete the spell and survive his opponent's attacks.​

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The assassin's eyes narrowed as a chunk of glowing rock was tossed at him by his opponent. It wasn't a spot-on throw, seeing as how he was still invisible to the naked eye. Still, it was close enough to seriously hurt him if he didn't do something fast. The Demon's Fist continued concentrating on the spell, only able to leap to the side to avoid being blown to bits. The explosion still rocked him, though his armor absorbed most of the blast. Sadly, the active camouflage function on the left half of his body had been severely damaged. He was now visible to Lykos.​

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Despite being blasted by the chunk of rock, the assassin maintained his concentration. He didn't curse under his breath, he didn't panic. He simply used the force as a guide to serve his means.​

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He could feel an influx of force energy as his opponent prepared a large attack. It was impressive Lykos could manage to maintain a state of stealth while drawing on such energy, but Ajihad knew it would cost him. Sooner or later, the Aspect of Conquest would run out of juice. The Demon's Fist just had to bide his time.​

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As the assassin felt the wave of force energies erupt from his opponent, he would quickly twist a dial on on his left gauntlet. Sonic thrusters in his boots would launch him off the ground like a jetpack, allowing him to soar over the potentially crippling attack. He would hover a distance over the ground, his mind totally fixed on the Sith magic he was conjuring.​

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The White Assassin was right where Ajihad wanted him. Xavka was distracted by sending out a large wave of force slow, all the while he was caught in a choke point between two rocks. The spell would reach its climax; the end was nigh. Bolts of indigo energy would erupt from everywhere around Lykos, forming an encompassing web of dark magic that moved to ensnare him. It was Odojinya, an ancient Sith spell that formed unbreakable tendrils of dark side energy that bound a target still, all while temporarily severing their connection to the force and sapping their strength. It was one of the assassin's favorite spells, though it often took a decent amount of concentration and will to perform. It was a well-orchestrated attack, hopefully it would pay dividends.​

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[member="Darth Lykos"] l [member="Darth Ignus"]​

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Barely had the time within which Lykos could cursed the misfortune set upon his shoulders when his attack had missed, even if Ajihad's method of invisibility seemed to have been rendered into uselessness, when the Force once more screamed its silent warning into his mind. This time, however, the warning was accompanied by a visual of just what it was that he was being threatened by barely a second later. Indigo spots of energy from from ever angle around the Zabrak and a sense of unease settled within his stomach. Whilst the majority of the Sith Magicks were not accessible to him, baring Runes, that did not mean that they were unknown to him and, as such, the sight of Odojinya, a spell that he had once considered pursuing the knowledge of, was a sight that was not unknown to him; in a theoretical manner.

The thought that he wished he had time to even curse in annoyance, Lykos fought to focus his mind, casting away the haziness that had been encroaching upon vision and, just before the indigo lance-like binding of energy of Odojinya could entrap him, his form flickered out of view, leaving behind a slight thud as the space he had previously occupied was left empty before being filled by the pressure surrounding the momentary vacuum.

It was what the one eyed Zabrak would estimate to be 100 meters east of where Ajihad was that a black cloak covered form would seemingly roll out of nowhere, rag dolling slightly before coming to a stop on their chest. Panting slightly, Lykos didn't need to check to see if he could see his form to know that his Force Cloak had vanished, leaving him now visible. Thankfully, though, his obscurity within the Force had remained just as strong as before. Pushing himself up onto his elbows, his biological hand would come up to wipe away the blood that had begun to leak from his nose as he set his gaze upon where he knew Ajihad to be. Unseeable to Lykos was the fact that his sclera was no longer white, his burnt-orange iris now surrounded by a field of red brought on by burst blood vessels.

Fold Space was a powerful ability, probably one of his most powerful abilities, but, if Lykos was to preform it with his mind not clear, just as he had done so, then he would suffer side effects from his journey. The most obvious one was the burst blood vessels in his nose and eye, but, what was less obvious to any that would observe him afterwards was the fact that his two hearts were beating faster than they should, a rapid tattoo that began to slowly slip out of its synchronicity. To put it simply, should it not be addressed, Lykos would suffer a heart attack.

Seizing the opportunity given to him while he would be lost to Ajihad, Lykos began to set to work correcting the issues now brought upon him. Force Heal was something that was lost to many a Dark Sider, their inability to draw upon anything but the Darkness meaning that any attempts to heal would not work. However, Lykos had been taught at a young age on how to heal himself through the Force, standard learning for a Jath of his Clan and while that was not to say that he could draw upon the Light to do so, it did mean that he could heal himself by stripping the Dark away to leave a neutral power. The technique was hindered by this, leaving him only able to heal himself and meaning that he could not heal the same place twice within a short amount of time. (A hypothosis he had was that the faintest hints of Dark remained even when he focused on stripping all of it away and that hint created a faux immunity to healing for a short period of time.) As this healing was wrapped around his hearts, soothing their rapid, misaligned beats, the Zabrak offered a quick prayer of thanks to Slayemith for the fact that he could heal.

Tying the healing energies around his hearts, Lykos focused his attention on the fight once more and began to quickly draw up a plan, focusing on his current advantages. The healing ties he had formed would last for a couple of minuets, at least, giving him a brief period of time within which he could use Fold Space a tad more liberally. Also, with his Presence still hidden, that meant that he was most likely hidden from Ajihad, unless his fellow Assassin was able to instantaneously track him even with him moving 100 meters in less than a second. After a second, a smirk would cross his lips as a plan began to form.

Humming slightly, Lykos' hand, covered in the blood he had wiped away from beneath his nose, would begin to carve Runes (mainly Ziggra'nar, the Rune for manipulating form and Ur, the Rune of defense), readying a defense while, with his cybernetic hand raised as a visual guide, a tentacle composed of Slow would lash forwards towards the distant form of Ajihad. This time, instead of a wave of the poison-inspired ability that could be dodged, the tentacle would writhe and twist to follow Ajihad, with it being under Lykos' guidance.


[member="Lord Ajihad"] | [member="Darth Ignus"]

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OOC Note: If this feels like it was a lot, then I'm sorry. It's just that I thought that I needed to explain a couple of things in some sort of detail. The TL;DR of this would be: Escaped Odojinya with Fold Space 100 meters east, suffering from burst blood vessels in the nose and eye as well as the risk of a heart attack in the process; used Force Heal to stop heart attack and prevent one for the next couple of minuets; began to draw Runes on the ground while lashing out with a tendril of Force Slow, one guided by Lykos so as to make it harder to dodge.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

The assassin raised an eyebrow as his opponent teleported away from the almost-dooming attack. Ajihad was slightly knowledgeable in teleportation, though he rarely used it in combat unless the situation was dire. He found that it was often disorienting as well as exhausting. He knew his opponent would be vulnerable for several seconds as he recovered, prompting him to quickly take action.​

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It didn't take long for the Demon's Fist to pin down Lykos's location. The large tendril of energy shooting towards him was easily traceable to a spot some hundred meters away or so. Ajihad intended to strike while his opponent was vulnerable, but he would first need to avoid the incoming attack.​

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He sprung to the side, right into the writhing mass of Odojinya. Of course these tendrils wouldn't attack their own master, nor would they be able to reach the far-off form of Lykos. However, the assassin had other ideas. He allowed them to lash out at the bolt of force slow, the force-nullifying tendrils destroying the attack before it could reach him.​

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He would release the spell, the oily manifestations of dark side energy seeping back into the ground. He would snatch his sniper rifle out of the stony crack it had fallen into, loading it with another blast bug round. He would take cover behind the rock once more, peering through the crosshairs at the White Assassin. It seemed his was attempting to sketch some more runes. After a second more of adjusting, the Demon's Fist would hold his breath and pull the trigger.​

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[member="Darth Lykos"] l [member="Darth Ignus"]​

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

With the final line of the Runic Array drawn, the main Rune, Ziggra'nar, would impose its power upon the physical realm and, with a lurch, the very ground beneath the Array would be pulled upwards, creating a trench on both sides of the new wall. Hunkering down slightly, Lykos tensed his body, preparing for pain, before lowering the claws of his cybernetic hand to his palm and began to draw. Flesh and blood swelled up, pooling in his hand before dripping to the ground as chunks were torn out of his palm. However, his defacement of his own body was not without purpose as, slowly, a Runic Array was being carved into his hand, empowered by the blood he was spilling and the sacrifice he was making. With each Rune drawn, they would sputter for a moment before being illuminated by a dull black glow.

'One minuet, fifty-two seconds until my healing fades.'

The rock wall behind his back would shake, chunks being blown off of it as something exploded against its surface, so soon after it had been erected. Cracks spider-webbed outwards, dust fell to coat the dark cloth of the Zabrak's robes and chunks of rock were blow forth, one catching his cheek and opening a long gash. But he paid it no attention, still focused on carving the Runes into his flesh and imbuing them with his will.

'One minuet, forty-six seconds until my healing fades.'

The final Rune was drawn and, pushing himself to his feet, Lykos cast a quickly look to his hand, now encompassed in a black glow, as he supported himself against the wall. He had just over one and a half minuets left until the Healing on his hearts would run out, robbing him of his chance to use Fold Space safely yet, at the rate that he was losing blood, he probably had only one minuet until he would begin to feel the effects of blood loss. Hardening his resolve, Lykos put aside his reservations and acted.

'One minuet, thirty-eight seconds until my healing fades. Fifty-two seconds until I'll begin to suffer from blood loss.'

Heaving himself upwards with a minor application of the Force, Lykos pushing himself up and over the crumbling wall, his gaze landing on the form of Ajihad. Even though his second attempt at Slow had failed, since he had his focus on controlling the tendril of Darkness, it had served to tell him where his foe was, especially since he had felt the energy of the attack fade, meaning that Ajihad had retreated into the Odojinya. Having confirmed that the spell was halted and that Ajihad was exactly where he had expected him to be, a smirk pulled at Lykos' lips as he form once more blinked out of view.

'One minuet, thirty-five seconds until my healing fades. Forty-nine seconds until I'll begin to suffer from blood loss.'

Lykos would appear out of nowhere above Ajihad, falling towards him. The brief glimpse he had gotten earlier of his foe had revealed to him that Ajihad was wearing a set of the Assassin Armour, the armour provided to most members of the Sith Assassins. As someone that sat on the council of the Sith Assassins, the armour design was known to him. As such, he did not aim to lay his glowing hand upon the head of Ajihad, but, instead, on exposed skin so as to avoid the Terentatek Leather lining the hood.

Should his hand touch Ajihad, then the Runes carved into his hand would flare for a moment before fading as the Runes would instead be imprinted onto Ajihad, where they would activate, as was the will that Lykos had imbedded. Gaarn'vel, the Rune of Memories. The Rune would affect the neural pathways of anybeing it activated upon. However, it was innate, without purpose and, as such, always requiered a paired Rune to actually have any effect. In this case, Lykos had chosen the Rune Felana, The Rune of Destruction.

With the two Runes working together, the neural pathways within Ajihad would being to erode, withering away into nothingness. With the Rune Vala'noria directing the previous two's efforts, it carrying Lykos' will more than the others due to the fact that it was a 'Targeting Rune', Ajiahd would first forget how to use the Force, then how to wield his weapons, then his identy and on and on until the more hidden memories would be gone. Memories of the subconscious, like how to breathe and how to keep the heart beating. Unless Ajihad would cut off the skin where the Runes had landed and purified his Presence within the Force, removing their taint, then he would find himself suffering what amounted to a combination of a heart-attack and drowning while not being bale to remember anything,


[member="Lord Ajihad"] | [member="Darth Ignus"]