Location: Outskirts of the Temple
Allies: Himself; The One Sith; [member="Sosu Deviron"]
Enemies: Those that object; [member="Niamh Raste"]
Objective: "Is it possible to learn this power?" - Anakin Skywalker
Patient observation was a skill that his species were known for, and Nazo was no exception. During the episodic duel between Sith and Jedi alike he'd taken to watching on the sidelines, noting everything in perfect precision. The saber at his side had long since been deactivated and tucked away within the folds of his curious garb. At first it was the words that rang in and out of his auditory senses, casting them aside life chaff from the wheat as meaningless as solo notes floating on the breeze. The actions were more interesting to the lanky creature still standing patient. The violence and aggression was felt as much as witnessed, feeding on the emotional makeup of both practitioners of the Force in still of his own maddened mind. The Force eater carried certain interest as his emotions were the more potent, and stronger of the two. It was of these emotions of passion, anger, and rage that fueled fight vampire's movements and abilities. The sensation of power grew like a flame and brightened, burning hotter the longer that the duel continued. The Jedi counterpart drew on an inner justice that was hard for the slug to place. He'd not touched on that particular and subtle palette of motivation. She did not seem to broadcast any hate or ire, but a conviction that was based on what she believed to be honest and true. There was an inherent balance to her rationale, and it had also coerced his attention.
As blades clashed and swiped, moving at speeds well above the average sentient's imagining, Nazo recollected each angle, each pivot point and all the leverage needed for each devastating attack. The plans and procedures taken to enact against each other formed into something of a crude dance. While it wasn't exactly as poetic as the art likened to it, there was an inherent symmetry that seemed to be brought out as their skill matched against each other. Both Anaudius and Duvain had taught Nazo to feel the Force, relish the power and understand that it was the tool to wield - and he'd barely even touched the surface to explore the depths of this energy field. He had felt it on Korriban, drawing in all the pain and sorrow that the souls of the damned echoed out in silence beneath the crust of the landscape itself. Buried and forgotten in ruins centuries old, but still brimming with the taint of the Dark Side. From his observations, Nazo understood that no matter how small or trivial an action, it seemed to bear consequences that would ripple across time and space. Thus the more you watched, the more you learned, the easier it was to trigger events that would be beneficial in the future. The slug though wasn't much of a deep planner, he was more interested in the present and the past. He didn't have the mind for a future purpose, only as far as his stomach and his mind could conceive of their next meal - of matter or knowledge.
The interest of this eater though had taken most of the back and forth brawl to come to observation. Aside from a nature of interest in the Jedi, this version of eating had the full fixation of Nazo. He'd not moved an inch as the two combatants had done quite a bit of shifting, either by force or choice. Leaping and lunging, twisting and turning until the pair fell into a grapple state. His mark turned as if guided by some esoteric point of interest. The draining of energy washed over him as well, focusing his mind onto the exchange of power between the duo. The hunger was great, a black void in the pit of Sosu's being that reacted like a magnet, pulling and drawing the Force itself to rip from the Jedi's frame and get sucked deeply into the vampire for both strength and nourishment. He recognized the action instantly, but also attempted to learn through pure observation the method in which the drain was taking place. Sharp pops of the vampire's arms came next, immediately halting the progress and throwing each participant backwards, breaking the forceful tug of war.
Duvain's teachings came to mind near immediately as the Sith began to make a speech of retreat. There were predators, and there were prey - that was the only dichotomy that existed in the Galaxy. He had incorrectly assumed that all of the eaters he would encounter would be predatory in nature - and yet this one lacked the hunter persona that he had witnessed with others. Duvain was decisive in his actions and brutal in his tactics - and while Nazo could adopt these traits, he had fallen into the observational methodology that came along with studying one's prey. The idea of walking away from a fight was a concept he wasn't familiar with (though he had rarely been in an entanglement that suggested he needed to flee.) Self preservation was not something Nazo grasped highly, as his notions were far more philosophical. (It also didn't hurt that he was very resistant to damage) As Sosu took off towards the forests, the masked figure shifted his posture and began to pace forward slowly towards the Jedi tilting the mask as he walked.
"What did he gain?" It was a fairly straightforward question that he telepathically projected into the Jedi's mind. The question however wasn't exactly as lucid as it seemed, while he meant to introduce the quandary that Sosu had drained a portion of her strength, he wanted to know exactly which part. How much of this energy did he gain, could it be quantified by the victim? He operated both on metaphysical assumptions, and hard data. If he could collect some semblance of this information, he might be able to replicate the draining he'd witnessed. The thought that it might be difficult to answer, or that she might be reluctant to give him any information she had on this was beyond Nazo. He didn't concern himself with that rationale. He was simply after input.
