Take Two: Action!

[Rik'Tani]

Rik'Tani jumped high into the air as the saber came her way. She flipped, its crimson blade just singeing a few hairs at the end of her braid. Landing on her feet, she ducked as it made its way back to its owner. "Yeah? That's some big talk coming from the guy that hasn't even touched me yet," She retorted with a sneer. She took her stance and waited for the man's retaliation.
[member="Ballen-Ist"]
[member="Xaefo Mardekin"]

 

[Xaefo]

A grumble escaped from Xaefo's throat as his elbow made contact with the Sith Knight's armor, wincing a bit at the pain in his funny-bone. Bad call.. Despite the conflict occurring behind the teenager, he would keep his focus almost entirely on [member="Ballen-Ist"] , now slightly intrigued by his offer. He had made a good point, but was it perhaps to make a getaway while Xaefo was left in his tracks, or possibly even to get in a surprise blow to him while he attempted to fight off the newcomer? It was too risky; Xaefo would be forced to stand his ground. He had came this far already, and he wasn't going to turn around and go hungry another night. He would collect this bounty, or he would die trying.

"Trust me.." he said, an annoyed tone in his voice, "I can get a long way off of your bounty alone.." With this, he would draw his weapon back once more, crying out, "I'll just have to kill you before he does!" His weapon swung forwards with a powerful thrust, but his form was non-existent. His footwork was rather off, and he was very open to any form of blow to his abdomen, or possibly even a leg sweep. It was obvious that the boy had only been in a few street fights before, and that he wasn't quite a match for Ballen-Ist, despite his physical agility and enduring stamina. The only reason he had gotten this far was through sheer willpower, because if he was at all normal he would have tucked his (metaphorical) tail and ran by now.

((Graaahh I did it on the wrong account again! I'll get used to that eventually..))

[member="Rik'Tani"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The red blade of plasma would swipe through the air at nothing, only managing to singe parts of the Zabrak's hair off. Staring angrily at [member="Rik'Tani"], the mysterious individual would begin to walk forward, suddenly smirking as the female took her stance, apparently not planning on attacking. "You're so afraid, you won't even lash out at me! You are the weakling, trust me." The man would spit venomously, stopping his pace as he faced the pirate. The armored Acolyte would stand still, simply glaring at the girl with a furious, ablaze look in his eyes. Though, strangely enough, the man's weapon would deactivate, the crimson glow retracting into the metallic handle. Turning from the trio, Ki Loqual would disappear, slinking backwards into the shadows.

Ten thousand credits was a lot to most people, however to the young pureblood it was pocket change. Hell, he had just gained fifty thousand credits, only by having a conflict start. Listening to the young boy's words, the Knight could not help but shake his head in pity, feeling sorry for those impoverished of Nar Shaddaa. The pipe would swing in from the side of Ballen-Ist's vision, causing his eyes to move slightly, tracking it's momentum with ease. Combat had been a thing that the Sith had grown up around, it was a second nature to him. Though, along with his physical abilities, were certain mental ones that he had not tested yet. The Knight's arm would surge forward as @Xaefos Mardekin cocked his arm backwards, in preparation of his attack. The teen's gloved hand would attempt to take a firm grasp of the street rat's neck, gripping it tightly as he pushed forward, hoping to throw off the pipe's path completely. Using the physical contact that had been created, Ballen-Ist would begin to exert his dark side energy through his palm, causing it to flow around and into his attacker, if successful. The dark energy would begin to work against the human's mind, hoping to bring forth images of fear that would shock the victim. The pureblood's eyes would strain in concentration as he focused, having let them open rather wide as he stared directly into Xaefos' own. It was rather disturbing. Along with the fear that would begin to flood into the boy's mind, pain would follow, beginning to slowly but surely inflict mental damage upon his foe. His actual body would not be damaged, however his mind would be tricked into believing it was. Hopefully.

 

[Rik'Tani]

Rik'Tani cocked a brow at her foe. "Huh. Just gonna walk away? And after such an empowering little spiel about how weak I am, too. Oh well. At least you know when to recognize how ridiculous it is to fight someone weaker than you." She called to him. Turning to the pureblood, she added, "The same can't be said for you, apparently." She walked up to the fight, the odds obviously in the Sith's favor. "Wow. Torturing a kid with limited fighting experience who's only here because he can't pay for his next meal. If this doesn't scream to the Galaxy you're a badass, then I don't know what does." She crossed her arms, her words dripping with sarcasm.
[member="Ballen-Ist"]
[member="Xaefo Mardekin"]

 

[Xaefo Mardekin]

The pipe would easily fall from the boy's grip, crashing against the ground with a loud rattle. His air flow had been decreased drastically, and he would reach to his throat with both hands in total desperation. His fingernails dug into [member="Ballen-Ist"] 's gloves to no avail, still left at the mercy of his grasp. He choked on air, desperately trying to breathe as he entered a bewildered state, feeling unable to move. His eyes widened in desperation, and his mouth gaped open helplessly, trying to catch even the smallest breath of air. Help.. Help... He thought in desperation, Why isn't anyone helping?

Images began to flood into his mind, storming him with his darkest fears. The death of his best friend, Mardekin, seemed to replay over and over in his head, like a mental tape recorder. He could see every detail: the blood, the tears, even the emotion of the instance. Pain began to seep through his skull, and it felt as though his life was flashing before his eyes. His best friend, lying there on the ground, and he couldn't do anything to save him. He was helpless to the wrath of his own fear- The fear of loss.

"Mardekin.. Mardekin..." he pleaded aloud, his voice hushed and raspy with a sound of panic to his tone, "P-Please... Mardekin.." His arms began to shake violently as he struggled to determine reality from illusion. Before him, the pureblood appeared as his former father-figure, choking him half to death in the middle of the streets of Nar Shaddaa. No, he couldn't let this happen, he wouldn't let this happen; his friend would never betray him like this. "G-Grgh.. Gar-Ggh.." he choked, wincing his eyes as he made a futile attempt to fight against the Knight's mind tricks. He could hear the words of [member="Rik'Tani"] , although his vision was almost entirely blurred, and his hearing was in a much worse state. "Wow... Torturing... Meal... Badass..."

In this moment he would crack, giving a final effort to resist Balen-Ist. His right foot rose with the last of his strength, quickly extending forwards in an attempt to make contact with the sternum of the man before him. Assuming contact was made, he would be launched backwards by the force of his own kick, and launched onto his back on the cold floor beneath him. He would release a loud gasp as his chest heaved, the wind having been knocked from his lungs. His breathing was hasty, and his movements were now slowed. A ringing could be heard within his ears, and he would be forced to grind his teeth in pain. "Damn.. Damn.. It.." he groaned, making an endeavor to crawl towards his weapon once more, despite his foggy vision. He still refused to give up- He would win, or he would die.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

[member="Xaefo Mardekin"]'s kick would land, causing the young pureblood to jerk backwards only slightly. Thanks to his armor, the momentum of the attack had been lessened, allowing him to shake it off as if it were nothing. Widening his finger's span, the young Knight would release the grip he had formed on his attacker's neck, allowing him to stumble backwards in fear and pain. The emotions that ran through the boy's mind were more than present, they were almost tangible to the Sith Knight. He could feel them flowing around Xaefo's mind, and could even feed off of them to enhance his own power if needed. Though, that was not what was needed. The poor lad would eventually fall onto his back, before squirming slowly towards his weapon. Shaking his head in disappointment, Ballen-Ist would avert his attention from Xaefo, turning to look at [member="Rik'Tani"] who had decided to voice her opinion. It was was definitely not one that pleased him.

There were many things the Knight could do in this situation. He could kill the two, and leave as if nothing had ever happened. As he looked at the Zabrak, he envisioned himself unleashing his most powerful techniques upon her being, that would most likely leave her decimated. With a few blasts of lightning, she would be dead instantly. It was something that the pureblood might have done in the past, though he worked to broaden his mind and actions, hoping to one day embrace the emotion of compassion. A sickening feeling would come over Ballen-Ist and he delved into his cloak, beginning to take pity on the boy that had attacked him. Withdrawing a few credit chips, the Knight would toss them to the ground, relatively close to where Xaefo had fallen. If counted, they equated to two hundred thousand credits. They would be left on the ground, for the boy to collect if he so desired. "Ah, so you'd rather I part ways with him, after inflicting some sort of physical damage? I could have killed him, but chose not to. Anyway, I enjoy testing out m-" The Knight's sentence would suddenly come to a halt as exhaustion wafted over him, the use of his dark side energy having taken quite a toll on his mind all together. The advanced technique he had employed caused beads of sweat to drip from his brow, while his eyes seemingly darkened due to fatigue.

Turning to look towards the alleyway Ki had escaped down, Ballen-Ist would take a few steps forward, aiming to casually walk by Xaefo and towards the Zabrak who mocked him. "Why didn't you kill that man? I believe, it is you who is weak," he stated, before adopting a questioning expression, as if he was second guessing what he had said. "With training, you could utilize and harness the gift you have in far more advanced ways. Did you ever think of the infinite possibilities, with such power?"

 

[Rik'Tani]

Rik'Tani looked over at the credit chips that the pureblood had just tossed at the boy. She whistled. "I almost didn't think you had it in you, tough guy." She said. Seeing the seat and the obviouds exhaustion now present on the man's face, she cocked a brow. "You don't look so good there, buddy. Use too much of your power showing off?" Her tone suggested that she was joking. She crossed her arms once more and let out a laugh when the man stated that she was weak and that she had potential. "Yes. I'm the weak one, because I'm the one who ran away," She jerked a thumb toward where her advisary had vanished, "and anyway, I don't spend every waking minute of my time thinking about temporary things like power or social status. I fight when I have to, eat when I have to, leave when I have to, and have fun along the way. That's my life, in a nutshell."
[member="Ballen-Ist"]
[member="Xaefo Mardekin"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

"Power is only temporary, if you are foolish enough to lose track of it," The young boy began to speak, stopping as he stood in front of the Zabrak. The boy's chest would heave up and down slightly, as he struggled to regain control of his breathing. [member="Rik'Tani"] was correct, he had definitely over done it. Even though the Knight could have dispatched Xaefo easily with one of his saber forms, Ballen-Ist decided to let his attacker live. After learning the powerful force lightning technique, he vowed to only kill those that were a threat to him, something that Xaefo definitely wasn't. At the moment. Who knew what he would do with those credits. Listening to the Zabrak's overview of her life, the pureblood could not help but scoff, noticing that her life lacked many luxuries. Luxuries that he enjoyed greatly, such as immense riches, expensive attire, and even great power. Though, after giving her explanation a second review, Ballen-Ist could not help but conclude that the two were rather similar.

"Do you have a accessible ship, able to leave Nar Shaddaa? I do hope you're not wanted." He spoke, having realized his situation. The bounty on his head would probably draw more unwanted attention, along with the Republic's security force. If she did not have a ship, the young Sith would contact a Chiss he had sent a transmission to earlier, one that had smuggled him onto the planet itself.

 

[Rik'Tani]

Rikki grinned. "I can keep myself off the radar better than you think. No ship, but I know a guy..." She said. Walking up to the boy from before, and squatted down in front of him on the ground. "Hope you can use the credits well, kid. I know what it's like to be on the streets, and it's Hell. But you should learn from this. I'd start by working on your sword form. It's absolutely awful. Also be a bit more cautious the next time you're looking for a job. The next guy won't show you any mercy at all." She stood up and walked back to the pureblood. "Right. So, you coming? Or am I coming?"
[member="Ballen-Ist"]