The Fate of Light and Dark (RR Vs TSE)

[Lilla Syrin]

As Lilla landed, the Sith had managed to deal with the projectile threat – the one of his own making. It was never expected to have a significant impact on the Sith, but rather he had to deal with it than wasting Lilla’s energy and time.

As the pinging sound of the rock still resonated in Lilla’s ears, she was aware that the Sith had not broken stride. He was clearly in full flow, which was understandable and anticipated. It was a common approach for the Sith, and one of the primary reasons she had chosen to invest the majority of her saber skills in the third Form. The philosophy was simple – allow your opponent to come at you. Allow them to be relentless. Observe their attacks until a weakness became evident – and permit them to tire, whilst you conserved your energy.

The second part of that philosophy was never to block an attack. To do so allowed the perpetrator to utilise their strength against you. No, a true Soresu user always deflected. This transferred as little energy as possible. It made sure the aggressor’s blows enjoyed a full follow-through – due to their momentum – opening them up to likely counters.

His expectation was most likely to face blocks – to utilise his kinetic energy against her. Instead, she fell into a pattern of subtle dodges and efficient parries. She utilised tight motions, her lightsaber moving every second in an attempt to achieve near-total protection, and expend as little energy in the process as possible.

Form III relied on quick reflexes and fast positional transition – something she trained for. So, she placed herself ‘within the eye of the storm’ – maintaining a calm centre, undistracted and undisturbed by her opponent.

In this situation, she was focused entirely on self-defence, at the expense of offensive capabilities.

[member="Vili Ozouf"]

 

[WelshPsych]

Kaira growled, her attacks with the scattergun were pointless, this Sith had some training and was better trained than the soldiers that she normally beat bloody then kill. The Sith mocked her, stating that she was the one being evil, that she was the one that look more like the Sith. However, the red blade that deflected her vibroblade stated the opposite that her opponent was a Sith indeed. Everyone knew red sabers were the Sith choice, or Ren but Ren were Sith under a different name.

"Only if they were blind to your lightsaber!" Kaira growled as she struck at the knees of her target, her attacks were precise, she was trained for combat at least in her mind. Kaira had honed her body to be able to keep up with a Sith in combat, her many burn marks were proof of her dedication to hunting Sith. It wasn't perfect, but for Kaira it was the best she had. "Everyone would be able to sense that filth Sith aura you have!" Kaira shouted as she struck her blade at the chest of the Sith. All Sith had an aura of hatred and filth to Kaira.

Her attacks were not as perfect as Kaira wanted, rage had made them random and scatter with no real form, a skilled Sith would be easily able to defend and attack Kaira.

[member="Jantar Keltainen"]

 

[Jantar Keltainen]

Jantar smiled. It was not a pleasant, friendly affair, but the face of a feline predator, telling the world that the brain was highly delighted with the current state of matters. She had her opponent rattled – and she would press this point. Dun Möch was something she was skilled at – in truth, it came naturally to her. She positively enjoyed it.

“If only it were as easy as that,” Jantar countered. “Red is bad and blue or green is good. At least I pick my enemies based upon some logical and rational belief system and for the purpose of achieving something. You seem to pick random strangers in the expectation that they are Sith. That you believe – through what, some divine inspiration – that they’ve committed some crime. But what crime? And against whom? Or is that who? I always get mixed up.”

“And sadly, if you think the average non-Force sensitive can sense an aura, you are deluded." Jantar was not looking to attack still, she was – she hoped – toying with the soldier. She could maintain a solid defence and chat at the same time – so she continued to deflect the oncoming blade strikes – aware that the damage to her leg was becoming less of a boon to her focus and instead a nagging pain.

She resolved to suck up the discomfort and channel it – to use it against the soldier that faced her.

“These were new robes on this morning,” she said. “And I didn’t pack spares. Do you have any idea how annoyed that makes me?” As she continued to focus, her irises morphed slightly – from their usual amber to a shade of sulphurous yellow. She was not aware of the change – of the taint. It was the first outward sign of her addiction to the dark-side and the inevitable journey to corruption as her body would slowly – but inexorably – be transformed.

[member="Kaira Chuth'ollo"]

 

[Onrai]

Vanessa would continue to sip her tea. After all, it was quite delicious.