The Hermit gets a Visitor.

[Gren Reaper]

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

Ren had a confusing thought when she let her weapons go. Is she making fun of me? the thought remained even when she spoke. Very rarely did his opponents not use their weapons. "If you say so..." he said before starting to walk towards the woman. There was no need in rushing after all. He took some time to examine the area.

As he examined the area and walked slowly, he never ignited the saber. He would wait to do that until only a few feet in front of the woman. "I'm just going to put this out there. I know you're just testing me how I am with a blade, but I feel very insecure about the outcome. Sure, you may be able to kick the living force out of me but..." he paused and shooked his head. "Never mind, I will do as I must to complete my task."

His boots stopped tapping against the floor after he was at his desired position. The distance between was about three feet, enough for a lunge. He stared at the woman for awhile before even thinking of attacking. "You mentioned the Echani right? Well, I'm not sure what they specifically are or if you may be one, but I'm not human." he said with a smile. "I'm sure you've heard of us, the energy vampires? Just thought I'd let you know more about myself before someone loses a limb."

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Gren Reaper"]

"Thats good, because im no longer human myself. What was once Echani, is now a certain species of warrior i didn't get to choose... it does come with some benefits though." She grinned wide as her body started to twitch and shift under her tunic and trousers. Her shoulders popped, shifting and allowing her to twist her hands as they too shifted in their form. It was small changes, ones that really would not raise too many questions, but her entire stance as her body twitched and shifted had become far more primal and less structured like what it had been a second ago.

The Zorren, natural warriors she had assumed long ago used a form of primal rage to fight. Ever since being put into this new body she had experimented and found something very interesting. While the way she was forced to stand was far more primal than her normal state, it allowed her flexibility, speed, and strength her normal human body didn't have. It wasn't like she could move behind him in less than a second or two, but it did make her a bit more of a surprise when it came to the ground she could cover and what she could do as far as physical power went.

"After you." She was going to enjoy a good fight after so long. The tail that came with being a Zorren now curling out from around her and laying close to the ground, waiting for her to move her body.

 

[Gren Reaper]

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

It wasn't false that he had thoughts about her not being of the human species, but her appearance looked exactly human. Well.. that was until a tail came into the picture and when she said it herself she wasn't human.

"No longer? That's a shame." he said with a serious face still. "I do not intend to kill you but what happens happens." he stance shifted as well. Not of defense but of offense. The saber ignited as a crimson blade shot up out of the hilt. He pointed the blade to the side of his right and closed his eyes, before them opening back up. The time to strike was now.

Ren brought the blade forward and pointed it at the woman. Then he tried a very swift jab, only to see just how good her reflexes were as that could be a deciding factor for who wins. Whether it hit or didn't, he wouldn't move from his position.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Gren Reaper"]

She smiled as her body seemed to move on its own volition, shooting and twisting in such a way that she seemed to physically curve around the strike and move to the side of Gren's body. It was hard to really get used to movement like this now considering how she was forced to move, her hands on the ground now as her body was far more animal than human in how she stood. "Don't worry, neither of us will die today, i can promise you that... as for the shame of not being human anymore... to be fair i was only ever half human before." She gave him a grin before pushing back into the fray with her hands coming up from the ground and moving to get into his reach. Her plan was to wait for him to bring the saber around and once more move under and around the strike.

She knew though that he would expect her to be able to move around his retaliation again which made her curious how he would employ that defense of his. If he could land a solid hit, then she was sure that he would be far more fun to test than the normal visitor. Hell, the mere view of that crimson blade made her grin like a mad woman for a moment and as she charged that short distance, she was sure they would both come out of this with something new.

She had always had a lust for battle, but as she moved and as she fought now, there remained no hint of darkness in her wake through the force. Infact she remained in pure light if someone were to look at her. Her form, her eyes, everything shouted for pure hunger of battle, but her very presence in the forcce remained unchanged from that calm light she had had shining a moment ago. It would make no sense to even seasoned masters seeing this, it made no sense to most anyone at that. She was an enigma and she enjoyed being that enigma.

 

[Gren Reaper]

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

As he presumed, she dodged his strike with ease. This made him grin as he brought the blade back. "As I thought, you won't be easy to defeat." he said losing the grin.

When the women closed the distance between them more and more, he started to focus in the force. His body stood tall and both hands came forward, as his left hand grabbed onto the hilt of the saber. Both hands on the hilt, he held it straight and in front of him. His eyes closed still focusing and waiting for the right moment to strike.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Gren Reaper"]

"If i was easy to defeat, it wouldn't have taken three masters to capture me last time and an entire building of Sith to kill me..." She smiled, it was a lie afterall. She had died and been captured through the betrayal and deception of a friend, she had been given and made an example of. But there was little intimidation in telling him that and as far as she was concerned, those words she spoke were as true as the sun in the sky. That was what drove her to focus even more and her saber to find her hand once more.

The sound, a snap hiss as she brought the saber up in a reversed grip to hold his own blade at bay once it struck. She had no thoughts of striking him with her body this time, and instead fished the rod that lay in the small of her back into her free hand. Once the distance had been closed, it would take a quick flick of hand movement and the staff would extend, aiming to slam its almost spring like extension into his gut without having to move a muscle on her part. It was a trick that she wasn't entirely proud of, but she had made a decision about this one.

 

[Gren Reaper]

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

Ren grinned but kept his stance and focus. "Very admirable, however I'm confused. How did someone such as yourself escape without death or at least a severe punishment?" he was curious which messed with his focus, before he quickly got back on track. "Never mind. I suppose I will soon find out, well if you give it your all."

The sound of ignition wasn't scary or anything but made him flinched a tiny bit. Actually, he probably was a little frightened. His memory reminded himself of that day... that horrible day. Slowly and controlled, anger filled his emotions. His connection to the force became stronger but only for a moment. Now was the time to strike. As her blade met his, he opened his eyes to see another weapon. His reflexes were good, maybe even better than his opponent's but he couldn't dodge or block it. The end of the pole-like object extended some and hit his abdomen.

His eyes widened and his teeth hit each other as the pain hit him. He still held his blade against hers preparing to counterattack. "You know.. you sure know how to hurt a man." his speech has heavy breathing and some anger. With that said, his left hand left the hilt as it moved down to grab the rod. Once he got ahold of it, he would pull the rod towards his way to toss it aside. Of course she could just grab it later but it was a dirty attack. Though an interesting one. "I just can't wait to see what else you have in store for me." he grinned.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Gren Reaper"]

"You far underestimate how well i can hurt you... By the way, getting too close to me was already a mistake you made once." She smiled as the now free hand was facing him with an open palm, a split second before a wave of the force would burst out in a quick wave of energy and made its way towards Gren's chest which was a mere foot or two away. The strike was dirt and she had no mind to being kind to the kid. She had already made up her mind on what she would offer him after she was done here messing around but it was something that she would not be so easy to reach.

She wanted to see what the kid could do, she wanted to see the extent of his abilities and see just how much work she would have to deal with in order to turn this man into the kind of person he could be. It was a thought she contained and nurtured during their fight and while she wasn't sure if he would accept, she was sure to give him a significant challenge.

It crossed her mind that maybe she was being two harsh though, and for a few mental moments she thought on it. This man was going to be an interesting new thought for her. And she wanted to see the extent of what he could do.

 

[Gren Reaper]

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

Ren smirked in reply to her comment. The next attack was quick and also unavoidable. He held off her blade until he was pushed back a few feet, but still stood. Some heavy but silent breathing would follow after this.

The use of dirty tricks wasn't liked by Ren, especially during the crossing of blades. However he learned a bit more about her which was always helpful in any fight. "It appears so. I always tend to get to close in a fight, after all it's the best way to deliver heavy blows right?" he smiled when he thought of injuring her. It wasn't as if he enjoyed doing it but he thought it normal to want to hurt your opponent.

The blade he held out shut off as he started walking towards his opponent once again. He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them and glaring at her, while continuing walking until he was a couple few away. "I don't like your way of attacking... even if it's successful." he said shaking his head. "Even with your tricks, I'm sure I can beat you. I like to think close combat is my specialty." he paused licking his teeth. "I just noticed by the way. It's almost feeding time." Ren said grinning as his saber ignited and he got into his stance. He didnt mean to sound like a beast but if she made a mistake up close, he would drain her of sufficient energy.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Gren Reaper"]

Energy Vampires, they were cute little creatures she was far familiar with in the Sith and that was why the look she recieved and his words made her a bit more cautious about rushing in. She grinned because of that fact and reached out her hand to draw her second saber into it as the blade cast its light over the floor. She was the Silvered Woman and the Shrouded blade for a reason, and that reason was the very appearance her sabers cast on her. While it had been more true when she was echani, her raven black hair now gave a contrast against the silver blades of her sabers and her robe's their light cut by her hair as she smiled at gren.

Then her body shook for a second, its stance becoming wider and hunching a bit, her hands twitched for a second and seemed to grasp the two sabers differently now. Even her expression became feral and only such. She looked every bit the wild creature that wanted to fed on his form just as he had threatened her a second ago with. Her voice even came out uncharistically harsh for the woman who carried herself like a sage in the past. "Tricks? My apologies, that wasn't fighting and if you would be more prefered to a close combat approach, im more than happy to oblige."

She stared at him, her entire form low to the ground now as the blades of her sabers barely hovered and inch from it. Even her tail was now uncurled and swayed over the ground behind her, it was going to be a true fight now if Gren persisted... and if not, well then it was time to deal with the deal she had come up with in her mind... that was assuming the kid didn't want to play a bit more.

 

[Gren Reaper]

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

The way she now stood and how she looked at him was different. It may of been intimidating enough to make him hesitate on stepping forward but he did anyways. Ren walked once again towards the woman pointing his blade at her. "Do what you must." he said smiling.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Gren Reaper"]

As her muscles shook for as second, her eyes seemed to focus all the closer on him to ensure that he was kept in sight. All she needed was to move quickly and to deal with him without losing herself during her state of excitement. This man was giving her a bit of fun if nothing more and she was going to enjoy fighting the man.

That was her last thoughts before her body shot into action and she moved from her spot, her blades drifting back lightly as she moved, scratching the floor and carving miniscule rivers in the stone under their feet as she drew closer. The strikes would come with reservation at first, a strike sending her right blade into a running jab, the left coming up behind it in a mid section cross cut. It was two avenues of attack that seemed to act counteractively with eachother, and yet that was the purpose. While she sacrificed raw power for the positioning and the precision of the blades, it would mean Gren wuold be more than able to fight back against the strikes and as such would be able to hold his own from what she could see.

"I was thinking Reaper, if you want to be able to get to that item of yours you are going to need to be a bit stronger. Granted that would take quite a while, but i know a few tricks of the trade..." She grinned as she offered him a position at the temple, her hands tightening on the lades he would come to block. The next strikes would already be planned, waiting for her to turn the blades to his sides so that she can bring both up and down in a cleaver like motion at the man... but first he needed to do as she expected and turn both blades to the side.

 

[Gren Reaper]

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

Ren's crimson eyes followed the woman's movement as she got closer and closer. From what he had seen so far, she liked to play dirty. Using the force during a clash of blades, or using an extendable pole to hit him in the gut. Both were disliked by Ren, but he was sure there would be more to come.

The first blade was simple enough to block as it was just after his blade itself. However the second required him to think fast. Before he knew it though, his body made the decision before he could. His hands moved faster, muscles too as the blade he held left one blade to meet the other hitting hard against it. The aim was to hit it hard enough against it to make it go back for a moment. Just enough time to jump back. If not, Ren would hold it there. Either way, one blade still remained which could hit him. He held the blade there preparing for a counterattack.

When she spoke as they crossed blades, he grew angry. Most likely because of what she called him. "I think it's a little too early for us to be discussing this. Plus, I'm leaving this place after I get the requested item. That is.. unless I am defeated." in his voice, there may of been a bit of doubt. He had faith in his abilities but he could only do so much with his level of skill compared to hers.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Gren Reaper"]

Her hands choked up on the blades as she smiled and looked at him from behind her blades, the problem with the grin though was in the same way her body now moved. It was animistic, feral. It looked more like that of a rabid beast than a sentient creature that talked and moved like any human. Her very hands started to grip the sabers in such a way that was almost primitive in the application of their use, but still held true to the grace that came with what was expected of a master of such. It was clear though she was no longer a user of Makashi in the way she had been before the change in her body. Now she had the strength and power that could expand er realistic use of the other forms.

But that was not the only reason her fighting style had changed so much, nor the reason of his skill was her interest in training Gren... no Gren reminded her or Krest, or his own skills and his own proficiency... even their meeting was eerily similar. That was the chief reason for her way of fighting to have changed so much and the reason for her wanting to fight the man and train him. "You will be, its just a matter of how fast you allow your defeat to happen." With that she pushed hard on the blades, trying to create a distance but also to bring her blades out and up for a strike. She would not hold back her muscles, letting the saber cut down and waiting for it to meet contact with Gren's blade or his body. Thankfully she would cause no harm either way, not in the way that would leave a permanent mark. That was a part about her sabers she had made sure to include in their design, a power converter to ensure she could lower their energy output and effectively turn them into training models if she wanted to.

 

[Gren Reaper]

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

Ren smirked when she said that. "Do me a favor if I do get defeated though... something I've been wanting to do for the past few years." he looked to the side as he said this, but pushed back her blade back and looked her in the eyes. "Eradicate the Reaper family." he said this with anger in his eyes. All the trauma from the past still haunted him. It made his hate for his family grow more and more.

The woman had great strength, probably close to Ren's own. He didn't lose his ground though. The more she pushed him, the more he'd push her.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Gren Reaper"]

"You are asking me to murder for you, to create a pile of corpses in a promise that i have no reason to keep. What i can do instead of making a promise i would never carry out is train you to do it yourself. Weakness is something that we all have, even the greatest of warriors has it and even the demons that inhabit this universe are filled with it... You and I are no different, its just a matter of beating it out of us." Her smile grew as she pushed them back into their fight, letting her hands tighten once more and tried to push on his own weapons. If she could get him to let his guard break, then she would not need to worry about this little vendetta of his for a long while... hopefully.

 

[Gren Reaper]

[member="Alexandra Feanor"] (sorry for wait)

Her talk made him think. If he did let her train him, he might actually be able to erase his family's existence. But what would she put him through he wondered. He grinned to the thought and pushed back her blade with all his might. When he pushed it back enough, he would jump back preparing to strike. "I'd love to get stronger and all but I have to get compensated." he said before starting a sprint towards the woman. He would then do one simple swing horizontally from left to right.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Gren Reaper"]

Her hands moved in motion with her body, the sabers returning to the ready position as he moved back and prepared his own strike. She watched his muscles move and shift under the skin that held them and her smile grew as she knew this was going to be alot more fun as she turned her sabers in a reverse style grip before slaming the two hilts together. In a quick snap motion she brough one hand off and held the sabers out with a single hand, the two separate hilts having connected to become a single double saber and as he made his move, she made hers.

Rather than charging him in return and simply reengaging in another stale make, she brought her form low and her free hand touched the ground, the other hand holding her saber so that one blade drifted behind her back while the other was out to the side. Only once he came within two meters did she push off with one of her hands and her two legs, shooting out to the side. She wasn't quite done yet, letting him watch her move that direction and knowing he would try to turn to face her. This is where the entire point of this feral like stance came in and she used the force only to speed up the actions that she was taking.

Her body dove forward, arms and legs moving to close the small distance with enough power brought to bear as she ccould get. Her plan was to bring her body beside his, and let the saber blade knock his feet out from under him like a pole being swung at his legs. The entire force behind it would not be a simple swing like from a normal fighter. Instead it was just as her entire body protrayeed, feral and unrefined. She used the momentum of her body along with a tight griip on the saber staff to ensure that the force being delivered was not the same as would be suspected, pushing against the ground with each step and claw, applying extra pressure from each movement.

To him, it would seem more like the actions of a beast, not a sentient being.

 

[Gren Reaper]

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

When he saw the double bladed sword, he was uncertain how the fight would end up. He hasn't fought a user of those arts in awhile, let alone one who used several in a single fight.

Her movements appeared to be getting faster and faster. Not enough to make him blind enough the stricken, or so he thought. He could sense her position for sure but the speed and force of her incoming attack was too fast for a sudden block. He fell back on his behind quickly trying to recover. He didn't know she could be this fast. Ren stood up swiftly and backed up with slow steps. He held his blade out in front of himself. "It burned.. but my feet are still here." he asked growing angry. "WHY?" he asked angrily. He didn't understand.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Gren Reaper"]

"My blade has two settings, one which most people are familiar with as it does the job of hacking apart a person like they are a fine cut of beef in front of you, ready to be eaten. The second is one that is far less common in sabers and I can promise it's a bit more of a shocker to someone's mental state. I'll be able to hit you over, and over, and over, never killing you as the saber will not cause that much harm. Then I will heal your bruises and your scraps and cuts and burns, only to put you through all of this again. Isn't that thought just... infuriating..." Her smile was something that matched the feral persona. She was goading Reaper into attacking her, she was betting on his anger and his frustration as she would make true on her words soon enough if he pursued this. It was infuriating to lose, but to lose over and over without any end except accepting her offer of training.

Anyone would break and ask for training at that point.

That was what she wanted, though, she wanted to see this man be able to beat her in the future, she wanted to see him be able to fight and beat anyone that he was pitted against but that would not be a simple session, or even two. She was offering him a place here as a full-time student of her Order, or he would be forced to leave without completing his task. Granted, she had not told him that she was not in possession of the specific object he was looking for, but she would hate to ruin his spirit at this point. It was the fault of the Sith that sent him in the first place.