The Time has Come..

[Bubák]

When her plasma blade got blocked by the Zabrak’s, the teenage Chiss did not feel like testing if her opponent could manipulate the other energy beam on his double bladed lightsaber to hit her in some way. That, and she started to feel the after-effect of using the Force in such a careless manner, exhaustion finally taking its toll. Bead of sweat rolled down her forehead as she frowned and hissed, not pleased the combination of Force speed and swift lightsaber attacks had not worked as intended. In this state, she stood little chance of overpowering the physically stronger Zabrak in case the two had gotten their weapons in a saber lock. Which sort of happened, but the lightsabers were being pushed towards the dirty pavement, not towards either of the students.

Instead of pushing her luck further, the Chiss teen first moved her hand holding the lightsaber hilt back, withdrawing it from what could become a nasty lock before letting go of the [member="Larkoon Darkmat'r"]’s leg and swiftly jogging backwards, not even bothering to use the Force to enhance her jumps into a bigger one. As she landed on the ground, almost sliding on the blood underneath her feet, Alaki took a comical glance to the left, then to the right, searching for anything that could help her in combat. While her glowing red eyes found nothing helpful, she noticed the street leading to the alley started changing colors. Blue, red, blue, red, blue, red…

The Coruscant Security Forces have finally arrived at the murder scene, the last thing the teenage Chiss needed. Maybe they’d provide a useful distraction, whether they were sentient or just droids. Either way, staying around would have a significant impact on the test set by [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"], meaning she had to get out. Standing among several mutilated bodies promised a bad first impression and the girl did not want to spend many hours by explaining what happened, framing the teacher to avoid execution.

 

[Larkoon Darkmat'r]

( Not to nitpick, but uh...Yeah, he tried to elbow your face. It's cool, you simply let go and escaped.)

The softer and weaker force against Larkoon's saber caused his expression to crack into a twisted, but small grin. No power behind her blows. Larkoon felt this and knew he would succeed against the older female. Larkoon softly licks his upper lip in anticipation of dealing with his 'prey'. That was all she was to him. A beautiful blue butterfl ensnared into the white horned spider's web(Metaphor!) that is the young Zabarak Acolyte---That would be how he felt, if there wasn't an objective to complete on the table.

Torturing useful people to death was a little....Troublesome. Time is a factor in each mission, and we have here one punctual-ass sith. Plus, as a military kid, he had a reputation he wanted to keep. Larkoon allows the woman to escape his wicked grasp, with his face remaining sinistly grinning.

The boy relaxes his stance to watch the woman comically run away.

"Will you now list-"

Suddenly, Sirens.

Larkoon shuts his eyes and sighs in frustration and disengaged the saber's throttle. The white blade fades quickly into the hilt. He uses a small bit of energy to press off a small and thin repulse around his face and shoulders, blasting the various colored blood stains on his body. His arms raise up in a blocking motion, as he swings them quickly to his sides. "Hmph..."

Damn, they've wasted too much time playing around.

Time to exit stage Alaki.

Running away from a meat-grinder scene like this would probably drag too much attention, so the boy simply pocketed his hands and begins to walk past the situation, while whistling a small and quiet tune. Though he remained calm, Larkoon was all too familiar with an experience like this. It was time to hide and escape.

Objective: Find the master.

Now it was time to hide himself further. Using that small repulse probably didn't get all of the blood off his body, so Larkoon improvised; one of the dead men he slaughtered had a rather large cloak and it wasn't too torn up, there you go, improvise.

Larkoon runs over and wraps his own body in the cloak and begins following Alaki's force signature, simply strolling towards her direction. The boys face remained shaded, as his crimson gaze dimly shined through the shadows cast on his face. The bots speed past the child, who gave no reaction.

Finally, a time to recharge his energies, though it wasn't needed. Larkoon was still fit to fight against her again.

The ominous sounds of his boots slapping the ground fill the side walk.

[member=Alaki]
[member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

As Kezeroth watched from above he could only chuckle as the two apprentices fooled around and fought each other for Dominance, Wasting their energy on each other. Un - focused and naive to Kezeroths natures, It was expected but the different reactions always got him. Leaning to the right the Massive Gen'Dai darted off into a series of allies, His rampage could be heard across the city and felt through the force, He was little by little making the Darkside stronger in the Undercity though the progress could not be felt unless focused.

Screams and loud bangs awoke in the reck of Kezeroths path, Some clues did not need the force. This clue was rather simple, Follow the Destruction. Kezeroths path led him to a series allies but only one would lead to him at his " Arena" spot or atleast thats what he called it.

[member="Larkoon Darkmat'r"]
@Alaki

 

[Larkoon Darkmat'r]

The white zabarak's movement is interrupted by the sound of more trouble. More noise? Is this apart of the test? When is the torturous part happening? That's all Larkoon knew. A deep maroon glow dimly shines inside of his cowl. Larkoon's head turns to the sounds and begins to speed walk towards the area. He didn't worry about his little chiss partner, as he was sure she'd use her ears and brain to follow. The boy quietly walks past the mob of beings fleeing from the scene.

"What is the giant's plan...?" Larkoon thought to himself, as he pockets his hands.

So much torment and pain. It all seemed meaningless to Larkoon--aside from feeding the darkside and giving him quite the thrill. Point? What was it? Causing chaos in the underbelly of Corusant must surely mean something. What really has him thinking is what the darkside giant maybe planning....It must be big. The excitement surged through his thin, short frame as he lets out a small but grim chuckle

"Kekekekeke..."

Perhaps he needed a little dried Kyren carapace?
The darkside isn't the only thing that could sustain the young man, plus he needed to conserve energy.

On his way to the destination, Larkoon's left hand reaches into his back pouch and pulls out a little baggie of the dried insects. Protein a key part of every Zabarak's lunch. The boy reaches in the baggie and pulls out a few, finally packing them into his mouth as he walked. Of course, he still kept his guard up.

Who knows? Perhaps he will get to play with his beautiful chiss butterfly some more if she decides to pull something like that again.

[member="Alaki"]
@[member="Kezeroth the Hateful"],

 

[Bubák]

Turning off the baby blue blade of her lightsaber and hiding the hilt underneath whatever remained from her tunic, Alaki wildly looked around, searching for any viable escape routes. With no shining blades of plasma, there was little to illuminate the alley, making the lights of the sirens all the more visible. Remembering her visage had earned her a credit back then when someone mistook her for a homeless beggar, the blue skinned Padawan placed her bet on the appearance and slowly started moving towards the end of the alley, rounding the corner and getting blinded by neon lights at first. Her bloodied feet carried her forward, and she found herself happy to be escaping the terrible place, the thrill of the fight wearing off, leaving the girl quite horrified of what had happened to those poor people back there. Such bestiality and brutality, so much death, and her potential Master, [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"], was the source of it all. In times like these, Alaki found herself doubting her choice of joining the Sith. Some of them were true evil incarnates. The cold voice of reason always told her that if she hadnot joined the Sith back on Coruscant, she would have been dead. This event added another reason to stick with the Sith; she did not want to end as the beggars, torn apart by the massive Sith Knight. Their screams of pain would surely haunt Alaki in her dreams for at least a month.

Soon, the murder scene has been left behind as she made her way past the small crowd of people drawn by the police. Nobody seemed to pay any attention to the young Chiss girl, whose apparel suggested just another street rat. Even the blood drops that decorated her clothes were promptly ignored by everyone, as the onlookers wished to see what happened in the dark alley, uninterested in some Chiss teenager dressed in dirty clothes. Somewhere back, the Chiss heard the synthetic voice of a droid talking to the bystanders, yet she no longer cared, focused on finding the Gen'Dai... but did she really want to become an apprentice of this thing, this monster? Again, the teenager immediately realized she did not have a choice unless she wished to be torn in half by a gigantic Sith... or killed by [member="Larkoon Darkmat'r"] she felt in her back. Nervously glancing back, Alaki gulped.

All of the sudden, the teacher chose to reveal his presence once again, screams that forced the girl to turn her glowing red gaze towards another alley. The Dark Side radiating from the blackness left no doubt the Gen'Dai passed through there. Stopping her quiet pace, the blue skinned teen turned to face the darkness, using the ability of the Chiss species to see through the dim lit area. After a brief moment of hesitation, the fallen Jedi slipped into the shadows, her slow walk breaking into sprint to finally reach the teacher, moving through the alleys as quickly as her tired body allowed her to. Following the destruction was easy, more than running past dead or injured civilians. Alaki had to remind herself that she had left her Jedi way of life behind, defeated and crying upon facing the might of the Sith.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Two right turns and a sudden leap over a Humansized Fence and Kezeroth was in his "Arena" A place where the bones of past acolytes laid in pieces and their corpses still rotting in the corners. The Arena was a Large clearing, A once abondoned building that was worn down maybe in truth Kezeroth did not know or care. The Arena was large enough to train in and was dangerous, sharp pipes, metal shards and bodies everywhere. Kezeroths victims and those who failed to accept him and his teaching. The Gen'Dai taught his acolytes a different view of the darkside it was his own and KEzeroth was living proof pf how it works.

Waiting in the middle of clearing Kezeroth reached out in the Force and spoke to [member="Alaki"] & [member="Larkoon Darkmat'r"] Minds again << " No More Games! Focus and find me or die with the filth of Coruscants existence..." >> Kezeroths tone was serious and images of his location flashed to his Apprentices minds, HIs entire rampage to get to his Arena was shown in a flash.. a clear path. Waiting for them kezeroth took and seat and started to meditate on the destruction, Feeding off the darkside and embracing it more. His Apprentices would been here soon and He would begin his teaching.

 

[Larkoon Darkmat'r]

"Focus..?"

Larkoon scuffed at the titan's advice. What amount of focus was going to help him with locating the large master? It could be the boy lacked simple patience at this point, after dealing with his faulty partner whom spent most of the time fighting him instead of figuring out their objectives. The white zabarak rubs his chin, while putting away the 'snacks' he brought along with him and continued listening to the message.

Woah, in a big flash, Larkoon gained knowledge of what his master has been doing in this time; slaughtering the innocent. The boy could not condone doing such a thing, considering he feels sith should 'police' the weak, he showed little interest in the giant's little murder fetish. All that truly mattered was the mission and learning all he needed to know to rule this sith empire..

After the horror-filled vision faded, Larkoon looked in the direction of [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"] and decides to take the clearly baited trap. The wind presses against his singed cape, as he begins to speed up his walking pace a little more.

Finally, an actual trial!

Larkoon pressed past several people in the ally-way, in order to find arena set. The boy makes his way to the middle of the arena with his left hand pushing his cowl off his head, revealing his tattoo'd white face. A deep, terrifying glare filled his eyes, as he scanned the area as best he could, both force and physical wise.

His attention is called to the giant sitting in the meditive pose in front of him.

".....Hm..."

Was it a trap?

Was Lars gonna get kicked in the face today?

Who knows?

All the young Zabarak knew, was he had to prepare himself.

"Master..."-Larkoon icy cold voice whispered through the area.
[member="Alaki"]

 

[Bubák]

For a minute, the blue skinned teen stopped and closed her eyes, focusing on the vision and ignoring the Dark Side that continued to grow stronger by each passing second. [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"] spoke to her through telepathy once again and Alaki had no other choice but to listen to the monster. Various images appeared out of nowhere, showing her the place where the massive Sith rested. The vision then changed, going away from the monster, creeping through the dark alleys all the way to Alaki's position. Shivers ran down the young Chiss' spine when she realized how close the destination was. Soon, she will see the monster again, and then... she did not know, slightly shaking in discomfort. One thing was certain, this "trial" could not have been more different than she had expected. Instead of a standard duel to prove her worth, all she found was a monster murdering people just to make a pathway for the students. Despite finding this turn of events very disturbing, Alaki did not dare to stop now, so close to finally having a Master strong in the Dark Side.

Continuing her way through the narrow alleys at a steady pace, it did not take Alaki long to reach the arena. The stench of decomposing corpses informed the Chiss she had truly found the place, and for a moment, she wanted to vomit, luckily her stomach's been empty. With the rotting bodies all over the place, the Padawan had to fight againt the sudden urge to run away, escape this madness. Never before had she seen this many corpses, mutilated and impaled on pipes like some sort of sick trophy. Judging by the apparel on some of them, it appeared many Sith Acolytes have met their end in this place. Why was the monster killing other Sith though? More fear surged through her body and she had to fight harder to stop herself from running. Even harder task was to force her legs to start moving towards the arena where the Zabrak and the Gen'Dai already waited. The promise of power lured her closer though, and she listened, unwillingly taking one step after another to approach the duo.

Instinctively, the Chiss' hand reaches for the hilt of the lightsaber, giving her a slight boost in confidence as she stands next to [member="Larkoon Darkmat'r"]. "I have come, Master," she said quietly, almost as if not wanting to disturb the gigantic monster, fearing she might meet the fate of the students before her.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Letting few minutes pass Kezeroth remain seated and said aloud " You have seen my World and yet you are still continuing, What have you learned? " the Gen'Dai grinned slightly he was interested in what they learned or thought of this all. They both were expecting a Sith Trial something that involves surviving off planet together or a duel but Kezeroth was not a Sith... He was their temporary Ally at most. With the quiet the full sound of chaos in the Undercity rang out in cry and sirens. Kezeroth could sense both their heart beats, Hear them his Gen'Dai biology never failed him there.

" Well? " he asked

[member="Alaki"]
[member="Larkoon Darkmat'r"]

 

[Larkoon Darkmat'r]

A soft chortle escapes the white child's mouth as [member=Alaki] approached his side. The boy wanted to speak some more....Pry into her brain more, but that could be done later. He simply returns his glance to the dark giant in front of him.

Larkoon stood in silence to the large creature's statement. There wasn't much to learn in this boy's opinion, because all that mattered was survival and being capable of handling any situation that comes his way. Being sith dictates being the best and the strongest and using the force as you see fit as well as dominating all lower life forms.

What has he learned so far? Mindless carnage? The boy rubbed his bald chin and licked his upper lip softly. To the young Zabarak, there was lots of answers he could give, but the most immediate one was what would be the most obvious.

"The most basic of training when in the midst of combat..." Larkoon's eyes look to the slightly older Chiss.

"Is to stick together and survive until given further orders..."

Fighting to the death sounded fun, however not when you are stuck in unknown parts or even knowing who the enemy is. Larkoon's directive was always to finish his missions in the most efficient ways he saw fit. Use every tool at disposal. The boy crosses his arms in front of his thin, toned chest. He adjusts his footing for a more lax standing point.


[member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]

 

[Bubák]

"Uhm," the Chiss teenager muttered, trying to think what exactly [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"] meant by the question. There was nothing to be learned on the way to the monster's lair, except for practicing their Force abilities here and there, as well as navigating through the Coruscant Underworld. As such, the girl decided to offer several answers and hope some of them were what the teacher wanted to hear. Before speaking up, she frowned upon hearing [member="Larkoon Darkmat'r"]'s answer, fully believing she would have been able to get to this place herself, and faster. That was fairly true, as they have wasted much time fighting against each other. Alaki regretted nothing though.

"We have learned that you, great warrior, ehm, really enjoy activities that make the Dark Side stronger. As any strong Sith, you possess great strength that allowed you to rip through those... those, uh, homeless into pieces. You have also displayed your ability to use Force sense and telepathy to sense our position and provide us with various images that ultimately led us to your home here," the girl stated and nervously glanced at the nearest body, an impaled man with plucked out eyes. Gross! Quickly turning her sight back at Kezeroth, she found herself wishing to have stayed at the Sith Temple. While the training there was brutal and unforgiving, she had yet to see one dead body in the building.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Kezeroth stood up slowly rolling eyes and groaning. Both answers lacked insight but honestly to answer the Gen'Dais Question you would of had to been him, a Monster. The young apprentices were very inexperienced with the darkside. Turning his attention them Kezeroth took note of their answers and said " Both of you wish to become strong in the Darkside... otherwise you would not be here..." A snarl emitted after his pause. " I will show you the Darksides power and you will submit yourself to its will or attempt to break it to your will... One or the other will occur. " He paused " Force Rage, We will start there.. But first!"

Kezeroth stopped suddenly and summoned his Dark GreatSaber to his hand, igniting the blade he twirled it. The Lava color blades leaked some lava apon activation and quickly solidified to a standard Lightsaber Blade. Leaping back 3ft Kezeroth shouted " First you both must be broken! Come! PROVE YOUR WORTH!" the Gen'Dai roared at them and waved them forward. Training had begun.

[member="Alaki"]
[member="Larkoon Darkmat'r"]

 

[Larkoon Darkmat'r]

Never allow the force to control you...It is your instrument, something Larkoon was taught as a sith apprentice. The boy stands up straight and releases his arms from in front of his chest as the giant spoke before him. A broken will? Feh, Larkoon has been physically broken more times than a drunk driver's speeding record.

"Ahh...There it is.." -Larkoon thought as the titan of the darkside roared his declaration!

A worthy battle! The orange-red saber's glow reflects off the white irises in the child Zabarak's daggering gaze. Kerezoth's movement stirred the air in the area and blows off Larkoon's cape. Yes, this is what Larkoon awaited! The boy was more excited than intimidated at such a sight. He is quite used to fighting beings much bigger than him.

A demonic grin comes across Lars' face, as he reached his right hand onto the saber hilt on his hip.

"You'd do best to stay out of my way....Woman.."-the boy knows not of the coldness in his words, however the wise still was there. "I hope you are ready...Because this is what we are bred for...To fight for the darkness...!"

The boy takes up his saber into his right hand, still paying careful attention to his surroundings. This fight was gonna hurt. Learning this 'force rage' is probably gonna leave a lot of bruises. Even knowing victory was out of the acolyte's hands, he still responded with his best shot.

The boy lifts his left hand and summons up the midichlorians to snatch up a toppled pole and sends it flying after [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"] 's chest. This, would probably just knock him on his butt.

[member="Alaki"]

 

[Bubák]

The blue skinned teen absent-mindedly nodded at the monster, he may have been insane, but he knew the reason why the two students came to him. She definitely wanted to become stronger in the Dark Side until she was powerful enough to become a true Sith, she needed to understand how to handle the Dark Side and the Sith Code! A strange combination of fear and eagerness mixed inside her, making the girl shiver slightly as if exposed to cold wind. There was nothing like wind in there, fortunately, as that would have only sent the stench of rotting flesh closer to the trio standing in the middle of the arena. And then the test came, a fight, just as one might expect from the Sith. Too tired and exhausted from the previous duel and extesive use of the Force energy, Alaki did not feel like immediately jumping at [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"] and fighting him. The girl noted the unusual weapon wielded by the giant before sitting down in a cross-legged position and opening herself to the Dark Side, slowly feasting on it and regaining some of the lost energy as a result. The girl's body needed time to recuperate enough to stand against the teacher though, meaning Alaki was all too happy the Zabrak wished her to stay out of his way.

"Yes," smiled the Chiss teen, "Have fun." Without saying anything else, she remained sitting, the only move removing the lightsaber from the belt, not igniting it yet. As she waits for the two to rip each other to peaces and waste their precious stamina while she remains out of the fight for a while, the Padawan grasps the silver cylinder with both of her hands, holding it in front of her at ready, prepared to defend herself if necessary. The glowing red eyes watched [member="Larkoon Darkmat'r"]'s attack with a mixture of amusement and uncertainty, not believing something like this can harm the monster - could anything actually harm him? - but at least it gave the massive Gen'dai something to do, turning his attention to the Zabrak.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

A metal pipe? Kezeroth scoffed at the projectile in his mind and swiftly side stepped having the pipe fly past him. The Zabrak was cock and had reason to do so, he had a formal sith training. But the actions of the Chiss some what took him by surprise, taking the time to meditate during a fight? Hmm " This Demands both of you!" Kezeroth shouted and extended his hand attempting to force pull both [member="Alaki"] & [member="Larkoon Darkmat'r"] roughly to the spot inches infront of him.

" The living with the darkside you learn without rest! So get off your butt Maggot!" Kezeroth stepped back slightly twirling his blade around in a lava colored flourish. Rest in this trial or training would defeat the Force Rage lesson. The Gen'Dai would give neither one of them rest.

[member="Alaki"]
[member="Larkoon Darkmat'r"]

 

[Larkoon Darkmat'r]

No surprise the pole was not successful in throwing the giant off his feet. The young acolyte awaited for his padawan 'partner' to do her attack, only to watch it fail. Larkoon's expression fades from a smile, to a cold, stark glare. Now was the time to decide on what to do. The boy ignites his saber, knowing there was bound to be some physical combat.

[member="Kezeroth the Hateful"] gives the white Zabarak a great idea, though it did rely on his psychotic blue butterfly friend to help him out. A deep sigh leaves his lips, as he shuts his eyes. He looks to [member="Alaki"], who is for some reason meditating in the midst of battle. Why? Larkoon could not understand, since he wasn't used to using the force in such a way as to find a proverbial answer, but rather break things with the force, as if it was a hammer to do his bidding.

"Stand up..." Larkoon coldly snarled at the blue woman in disgust. "We are in the middle of a fight...Y-.."

Before Lars could finish his statement, he is pulled off his feet by the strength of the force titan's pull. "Gah!"

The boy shuts off his saber, as per saber training dictates and prepared to move his body in a way to avoid being apart of the large orange saber. However when he was released, he did ignite his saber and lands on one knee. A grim glare crossed his face, as the boy stood up on his feet, daggering at the giant.

If [member="Alaki"] landed next to him, he'd begin to speak to her.

"You take his top..Provide the distraction...And I will go for his ankles...."-The child whispers to the blue girl.

 

[Bubák]

As expected, the Zabrak's attack did not do much, except for wasting the kid's energy. Shaking her head, black hair flailing around, the girl continued to make full use of the strong presence of the Dark Side in this place, absorbing the energy and slowly recovering her strength. Being adressed by the monster prompted her to increase her efforts of getting as much energy as possible, and she would have ignored the Zabrak and continued to meditate if not for the Force pull. "Aaah!" the blue skinned Padawan yelped after being torn from her meditation and telekinetically pushed forward, closer to [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]. The teen's hands grasped the lightsaber hilt tightly, moving all fingers from the ignition button to prevent the weapon's accidental activation. Naturally, due to her sitting position, Kezeroth's Force pull did not have the same effect as if she were standing, meaning the telekinetic attack dragged her on the ground until the Force no longer held her body.

Ending up on her stomach, the girl looked up at the teacher, watching the menacing blade twirl around. The gaze shifted from the lava colored plasma beam to [member="Larkoon Darkmat'r"] when he spoke to her in a whisper. She could definitely provide a distraction, but did not want to be the obvious target for the monster's massive lightsaber. As such, Alaki decided to do it in a different way. Jumping on her feet and turning on her weapon with a snap-hiss, the baby blue blade sprang to life and she held the lightsaber vertically in front of her body. Always facing the massive beast, the teenage Chiss sidestepped to her right and started to circle around the Gen'Dai, trying to get behind him. This was supposed to force the teacher to focus on only one student if both of them could fight him from a different side, or at least divert his attention from one of them a little bit.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Two verus One just how the Gen'Dai Liked it! Turning Quickly to [member="Alaki"] in a motion that made his Cloak flutter. Positioning himself for what is to come. If Kezeroth could focus one the other would fall short. If [member="Larkoon Darkmat'r"] could get around the Gen'Dais cloak he would have to change tactics but having an enemy behind him did not bother him at the moment. Looking at The Chiss girl he spoke " Do you smell that?! He paused and quickly raised his Lava-colored blade over his head and came down at her. " Its Fear!" He shouted as he preformed the first strike. The Bloodlust in the Gen'Dais slightly glowing eyes could almost be felt in the air.

 

[Larkoon Darkmat'r]

Larkoon gives a soft, but disturbing smirk towards the padawan he was working with. Looks as though her brain was starting to work now. She went for an approach that was very intricate. Perhaps he misjudged his little 'butterfly'? The young Zabarak holds his stance, and continues after his assault.

Uh oh....

Alaki seems to be in trouble! A perfect chance for a dangerous strike to the dark Gen'Dai's back. The boy disengages his saber and lundges his shoulder after the creature's back, reinforcing it with a force bolstered tackle to at least knock the large alien's sword off from hitting the blue girl fatally, though if not completely dodged, [member=Alaki] would be missing a limb. As far as it concerned Larkoon, she served as useful bait, but not expendable.

Perhaps she could serve for a future use....

[member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]

 

[Bubák]

The tactic worked very well, as [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"] now seemingly focused solely on Alaki, not on [member="Larkoon Darkmat'r"], who was free to attack the monster from behind, and the girl certainly hoped the Zabrak would use this excellent opportunity and went for the teacher's legs, making him immobile for a while. Naturally, she did not know of the cloak with cortosis dust, making her oblivious to the flaw in the plan.

The Chiss' attention shifted toward the situation at hand, her eyes studying the lightsaber of the teacher as he lifted it into the air. The teenager did the exact opposite, slightly lowering her weapon The large size of its hilt made it an obvious target, one Alaki decided to hit. Quickly moving herself to the left as she sidestepped, the girl immediately rotated on the balls of her feet and turned towards the falling lightsiber, slashing upwards with her own plasma blade, but instead of meeting the giant's lava colored plasma beam, she moved it towards the monster's hilt in hopes of destroying the teacher's blade and disarming him.