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Invasion Through the Gates of Hell (Republic Invasion of Empress Teta - Republic vs. One Sith)

LOCATION: Outside of the Great Library on THE STAIRS AGAIN
OBJECTIVE: Never be a mummy of any sorts.
ALLIES: The Force
ENEMIES: [member="Darth Vornskr"]

The enraged howl scorched the airwaves and even through the filter of her helmet, Kiskla couldn’t block the metaphysical quake that came with the shattering octaves. She scowled, gasping at the horrendous noise and took an involuntary step back. She would have covered her ears, but…the helmet kind of already did that. Her teeth clamped together and she winced, focusing on her calm centre rather than the external noise. It was like soothing a headache, she had to breathe instead of dwelling on the immediacy of the pain.


Her head didn’t stop throbbing though, even when The Sith Lord decided he was no longer interested in a tantrum. He launched with terrific energy, fuelled by his own angst. Instinctively, she moved to meet his Djem So onslaughts with tight, Soresu movements. One after the other, parry after parry she measured and reciprocated to his demands. She could feel his seething attitude simmering like hot coals had been reaped on his head. She countered this with her calm, almost benevolent state.

There wasn’t a way that a government with this sort of being at it’s helm could flourish. The Sith mirrored and reflected one another, and Vornskr’s deathly desires were only a fraction of their entire structure. He was a wicked carnation, vile to the core. Kiskla had read him on Coruscant, considering a path of redemption, but there was nothing but shadows and an abyss of nefarious and noxious intentions in his soul. Her Force Light had not worked on him, for he had met it with his own summoning of darkness. Two Masters of their elements, that had been entangled in a stalemate.

Her wrists twisted beneath the metallic plating, her hilts turning and rotating on command through her nimble fingers. Her footing crossed as they circled, his attacks continuous and her defences just as guaranteed. A blue basket of woven light met the barrage that vindictively slammed against her. His blade was like a crimson fan. She miscalculated one of his strikes, and it struck her shoulderplate with a sparking hiss. With so many attacks coming at once, it was fortunate her first master had been a Jedi Guardian who had insisted on instilling the concept of time and focus. Something she’d not appreciated during his tenure. While Vornskr hammered with finesse, time both slowed and raced for the Grandmaster in a combined synergy of her trained genetics that gave her complete control over her adrenaline in times of extreme stress such as this. The churning architect in her being also enhanced her natural aggression during shock, and allowed her to draw on The Force beyond her natural prodigal ability.

Suddenly, the sound of their angry windmills shrieking against each other was cut when Vornskr advanced. He was much taller than her, and Kiskla had always been a nimble fighter (although as mentioned, this was her first run with additional metallic weight). Thankfully, this form was a very lung-y one that she could use to her advantage. She countered one of his thrusts by lifting her right foot to meet his thigh as he leaned into his Form V attacks. She applied enough pressure to propel herself upward, giving herself enough air to twist above his head while hopefully keeping his blade locked. Kiskla usually got more height without the armour’s weight, and was cutting it close; not elevating his arms to the height she would have preferred to have under her control. She landed loudly on her feet, facing his back, and a little more wobbly than she would have liked. Instantly, her elbows snapped outward and two sapphire strips paralleled and struck against the back of his knees where she had detected his armour had an opening last time. Though, he’d likely got that repaired after her little shatter point trick.
 
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Location: Outside of the Great Library, this time further into the entryway and away from the stairs.
Objective: Dismember Kiskla.
Allies: One Sith, DSotF
Enemies: The Republic, LSotF, [member="Kiskla Grayson"]

Vornskr snarled again with rage as the wily Master Grayson locked his blade, and then used his thigh to propel herself up and over him to land somewhere behind him. The moment the blade lock was cut, Vornskr began to spin his body around towards his right side, his blade down returning closer to his center of being, and then he let the elongated handle slip through his fingers before tightening his grip once it reached the end. This allowed his blade to travel in a wide arc behind him as she attempted to skewer his legs from behind, but with his body now twisting, her blades would most likely kit or skid off the plates of his armor, or maybe even find a quick purchase between the armor at his waist to cut into the chainmail shirt he wore underneath. His aforementioned swipe was meant to try and cut at Kiskla's legs.

However; should she jump over the low swipe at her legs, Vornskr already had an attack building up to follow up with his swipe, which consisted of a concentrated burst of telekinetic energy directly towards her back to throw her off balance and hopefully down the stairs they stood upon. However; if she instead moved forward to avoid his blade, he had another strategy formulating for a counterattack. He would hurl his long-handle lightsaber like a javelin towards her back, which was risky because he could potentially lose his lightsaber in the process, but he already had something to replace it lurking within the drop pod quite a distance away.

Speaking of that thing hidden away, the container in the drop pod would finally hiss completely open, and a jet-black 3 meter long Amphistaff, commonly known as the 'Scepter of Power', would slither out and begin to make it's way towards it's dark master.
 

Talon Vosra

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ALLIES: Jedi
ENEMIES: [member="Darth Helios"] [member="Darth Veles"]? [member="Darth Isolda"]
OBJECTIVE: Defeat Sith Lord Helios

The air moved swiftly by as Talon approached it was mere meters now before he would be within striking distance for lightsabers. His muscles bunched and expanded beneath his Darklight armor as readied himself for the battle ahead. The Sith paused but a moment after landing on his feet. The pale skinned creature jutted out a hand releasing the Darkshear. Talon drew quickly on the force and applied it to the revelation technique. He saw it then, the spear created by the dark side, and sent at him with vicious intent.

Unable to do very much at all he dropped to his knees and leaned back. The deadly spear of midnight black passed within millimeters of his face and he slid across the ground. Dirt and stones made a scrapping noise as his Durasteel shin and knee guards grated against them. A quickly as he had dropped he retained his feet but he was still not close enough to strike. He walked now circling to the his right as he drew closer to the Sith. He may yet fall before the Eldorai Sith but He would do his level best to ensure the darkling worked for it.
 
LOCATION: Library. But I love the stairs.
OBJECTIVE: Hopskotch.
ALLIES: The Force
ENEMIES: [member="Darth Vornskr"]




As usual, Kiskla used her limber physique to move. She had been in a near-crouch when slashing at the back of the Epicanthix's legs, and had to rise to stand. His crimson arc was enough of an alert for the trained fighter to cue her reflexes into action. She moved swiftly, but his blade bit against the back of her calf and she hissed beneath her helmet as she felt the hot sting of ionized gas melt at the desh-terenthium. While a good foot off the ground, his telekinetic blast hit her square between the shoulders. Without the ground to stand on, she was as good as a rag-doll. This push was indeed enough to separate them, and cause the encased Jedi to tumble down the ridges of the steps. Thankfully, there weren't too too many, and the heels of Kiskla's palms slammed against the twelfth step down in the falling process. She leveraged the impact to more of a summersault, and began to gain control of her limbs again instead of landing in a splat on her belly.

The descent ended with her in a sweeping crouch at the bottom of the stairs looking up at the Sith Lord, her blades reactivating once she had her footing and jumping to her palms.

She didn't stay like that for long. White hot power raced through her veins, igniting the fuel of her muscles to the point where she simply couldn't stay still. Like a rapidly uncoiling cobra, Kiskla zig-zagged up the steps of the library until she was just a singular flight beneath Vornskr. At this point, she made a sharp turn; with her blurred speed the division of herself would appear as a flicker, but which was the manifestation of the true master would be lost.

Dopplegangers unlike Kaine's from Coruscant mirrored the blonde, and ran with her. All the while, she knotted the knolls in The Force, visible to her through the White Current. They flickered at first, but by the time they were near to Kaine, they looked tangible enough. Two swiped at his legs, while the remaining illusion and the Paladin-looking Jedi became a rocket and she propelled herself upward into the air, both blades dipped down her back before she brought them overhead with a powerful reinforcement from her trained Force Strength. The other leaper hesitated, reflecting the imagination of the Jedi to strike at his midsection.
Her aim was to slice the Sith in two. All the while, her precognitive abilities were going wild with sensations, warning her of an impending attack that hadn't revealed itself yet.
 

J3C0

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(I'm sorry for the short post. Am a bit sick.)
The wave struck Shara almost instantly, sending him tumbling back for a step or two as his armor pushed against the force.

He roared. Not out of pain, not out of rage, but out of exasperation. His voice boomed through the courtyard as she was sent back, his claws digging into the marble stone until finally he came to a stop. A scowl twisted his face, and he took a single step forward. Marcello had made the first move, had made the attack, as always, the Jedi were hypocrits.

The Maelibus flexed his muscles, and then dashed forward.

Shara became a blur, moving with force enhanced speed directly towards Marcello. His massive light-club remained at his waist, and instead he moved to attack [member="Marcello Matteo"] with his crab armor covered hands, a swipe of his claws intended to smash him and send him flying into [member="Tracyn Ordo"].
 
Vulpesen let out another growl but dashed forward. Realizing the need for maneuverability, his hands gave a sharp twist to his saber staff, splitting it in half as he near. Keeping his attacks reserved and close to his body, the master started a flurry of strikes at Balaya's body, simultaneously going for her right shoulder and left leg, then stabbing at her torso and head before swiveling his blades to a chop at both shoulders. He was not comfortable being this close to the enemy and as such, he wanted to end this as quickly as possible.

[member="Darth Praelior"]
 
Location: Western Wall, Open Square
Enemies: @Darth Shara, [member="Erin Darkstar"]
Allies: @Marcello Matteo, @Tracyn Ordo

The masked man came at him with a slow, sweeping strike at the legs. In order to reach down at an opponent's legs one had to fully extend their arms and chop downward. Ryan moved with the speed and fluidity of a padawan trained in the Temple almost since birth. He blocked the incoming strike, turning his wrist so that the cyan blade pointed toward the ground. Sword met lightsaber in a flash of sparks and Ryan flicked his wrist back up, bringing his blade back up and into the air with the sword still on top. As he did so, Korr stepped in with his left foot toward his shorter opponent, rapidly closing the distance between them. He shunted the opposing blade off to his right side.

His opponent immediately returned the parry with another lumbering strike, a diagonal uppercut from right to left but in a reverse grip. Faster than normal, but weaker. Since Ryan was now in on his opponent's guard the distance between them was greatly shortened. He reached out his left hand and gathered the Force, letting that river of Light run through him and wrap the storm of his heart up in serenity.

He held death in his hand, but peace and clarity hammered in his head.

Ryan sent out a short shove in the Force toward the incoming sword, intending to push that arm backward and halt the swing, then he took a second step even further into the short man's guard and brought his knee up in a devastating strike aimed at the groin followed by a swift left elbow toward the face.
 
LOCATION: IRON CITADEL
ALLIES: One Sith
ENEMIES: [member="Lok Jorunn"]

Orcus exploded from the rubble, bits of debris spraying into the air as he emerged from his intended tomb. A savage bellow of triumph blew from his lips and caused the very air to hum. The lumbering cetacean stomped from the ruins of the three story building that the Jedi had brought down upon him, pitiless black eyes questing out for the foe who had done this too him. For more than five minutes he had lain upon the ground, thinking his spine broken. He knew not what his injuries had been. He only knew that the orbalisks covering his body had served their purpose and healed his injuries. Now, awakened from a slumber, he would find the foe who had sought to make it eternal.

Several Republic troopers were still straggling behind the rest of their cousins. Orcus opened his maw and unleashed a blast wave toward them.

"HAUUUUUUUUUUUUM!"


The Force Bellow sent highly pressurized air straight into the soldiers, causing their lungs to compress so violently that the pulmonary vessels leading to the heart were shorn off. Their sinuses exploded, shooting bone up into the brain and killing them instantly. They were dead before the shock wave sent them flying through the air like rag dolls.

Orcus looked upon his carnage and was not satisfied with this taste of blood. He longed for more. He longed for desolation.

"JEEEEEDIIIIIII!" The deep bass voice boomed throughout the surrounding area. "DO NOT SEND ANY MORE OF YOUR SOLDIERS TO DIE AGAINST ME TODAY! COME!" Orcus activated his oversized lightsaber with a snap-hiss, bathing his features in a crimson light. "FACE ME IN SINGLE COMBAT, AS DID OUR FOREBEARS OF OLD!"
 
Location: Western Wall, Open Square
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Marcello Matteo"], [member="Tracyn Ordo"],
Allies: [member="Darth Shara"],

And here is where I was put out of my zone. My strikes had been blocked very effectively by the lightsaber that the Jedi held. He moved to be within my swords reach. Sending a push into my chest to back up just a little, only to send it up towards my groin. When one's junk is threatened, one can move very fast. My Moving my off hand down to almost slap the Jedi's knee away, I was not prepared for the elbow to the face. I was hit hard and could hear a snap as my neck popped from being it in the side. Causing almost a whiplash effect.

I had to take a step back after the attack raising both my weapon and my hands up to defend should he attack again, but none came immediately after. I had to fight back. Using the force, I sent a push at his legs, Attempting to trip him up. With how there was a push to his legs, it would push his upper body towards myself. While my sword hand came to give an uppercut, it would be followed by my pommel being sent towards his face. With an uppercut, if one effectively went with the follow through, the blade should be up, and with a twist of my wrist, would viably send the pommel at him.

While the man's tactic of speed would help him either evade and or get within my attacks, my off hand concentrated the force to push the man back away from me. While yes it could give him time to ready himself for me, it was more of a use to keep his blade away.
 
Marcello had learned a thing or two about [member="Darth Shara"] from their last tango. The man played to his strengths...as well he should. Marcello knew that he could not beat the creature in a straight up physical contest. However, he also knew that even when only a blur, Shara was one big ass blur.

Allowing the Force to flow forcefully through his body, the Jedi Master attempted to keep his mind clear. Yet, the Sith's words continued to echo deep within the recesses of his mind. What was worst, the words mixed and mingled with the things Marcello had seen the Jedi do in his time with them. He had watched them make decisions they believed to be right and just that they would just as easily have condemned others for. He recalled being chastised for taking the action that was necessary to defend the innocent...only to watch hypocrisy seep in.

Fueled by the Force, Marcello darted out of the way of the large Maelibus' charge. Tucking into a roll, the Jedi Master sprang back to his feet. Without thinking and spurred by the anger that was sadly building into a violent storm of destruction within his own body, Marcello did what he'd never allowed himself to do in the past. His control over his emotions seemed to disappear all at once as every negative emotion, doubt, and fear he ever had erupted from his being in a torrent of dark energy. Sneering, the Jedi reached out with his hand, visualizing the large Maelibus being crushed in his grasp.
 
Location: Western Wall, Open Square
Enemies: @Darth Shara, [member="Erin Darkstar"]
Allies: @Marcello Matteo, @Tracyn Ordo

The elbow struck home, solidly biting into the masked man's cheekbone. Ryan grunted at the effort, not reveling in the thrill of the connection of bone and tissue. He did not derive satisfaction from such a sickening impact of flesh on flesh, as did the Sith and their ilk. The fight bore no pleasure for him, though the reasons proved to make him less the Jedi. Revenge pounded in his heart. No, he would not prolong the fight. He would end it swiftly, for he wished to see this man and all the Sith kind dead, though swift ends were more justice than they deserved.

The foe backed off before blasting a push at Ryan's legs that took the padawan off his feet. Even as Ryan fell he could see the sword swinging up to meet his face. He twisted his head and body to the side and felt the cold sting of metal as it bit into his flesh, dragging a bloody line in him from his left shoulder, up his collarbone, along his neck and continuing on the jaw until the tip of the blade reached his temple. Korr hit the ground roughly, bruising his right elbow on the unyielding permacrete, but if the Ataru practitioner knew one thing it was how to keep a body in motion. He rolled to the right, and came up to his opponent's left.

The figure in the horrid mask launched another force push at Ryan that knocked him backward and off his feet, Ryan used the momentum to spring into a backflip and landed lightly on his feet with the grace of a gymnast. Scarlet drops fell from his cheek and forehead and a patch of dark red continued to spread outward form where the blade had first bit into his flesh at the shoulder. Yet, the face of the youth remained stern and impassive. A rough hewn granite rock that would not yield, no matter the waves that pounded against it.

Korr took his lightsaber in a two handed grip, grey eyes narrowing. The enemy wielded a physical sword, which gave him the advantage of kinetic impact, but did not make him physically stronger. Ryan stood a full foot taller than the dark haired man and he was broader of shoulder, though still lean in muscle. He suspected he had twenty pounds or more on the foe and that, when coupled with the height difference, meant that in terms of sheer physical prowess it seemed unlikely for the dark haired Sith to emerge on top. And while the physical sword gave him a deadly kinetic impact that had a chance of battering aside Ryan's parries it was also far, far heavier than a lightsaber. Swinging the sword about would steadily sap the man's energy. And when he finally tired out Ryan would be there, waiting.

Gritting his teeth and drawing upon the Force for power, Ryan charged his foe. His feet moved with impossible quickness, enhanced by his connection to the Force, and he attacked the enemy in a barrage of light strikes that were more intended to keep him constantly swinging his sword about than anything else. Ryan thrust high and for the right shoulder, then drew back with the swiftness of a viper. He struck out a in a single handed blow, right hand holding his saber, and aimed a quick slash at the enemy's left side. But that proved to be a feint as he quickly drew back his hand and brought it up and around his head in a downward, diagonal chop for his enemy's left ribs. The speed at which he moved his lightsaber could not be matched by the physical blade and strength would avail the foe little if his blade was on one side of the body, moving to parry the feint, and Ryan's lightsaber was coming for the other side. Reversing directions of a parry is no easy task, especially not when one is seeking to parry a lightsaber whose only weight is in a thin 40 centimeter long cylinder of light metal.
 
Location: Western Wall, Open Square
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Marcello Matteo"], [member="Tracyn Ordo"],
Allies: [member="Darth Shara"],

I smiled as the hit that I had made on the man allowed a very satisfying cut along his neck and face. Not a mortal wound that could kill him, but surely if not treated soon he could bleed out. I could almost see the wanting of revenge in the man's eyes. I could almost feel his wanting to cause the same pain to me as I had done to him so far. His body was all about attack now. I could see it as he gripped his lightsaber with two hands. I smiled as I did the same. my off hand was light on the shaft to allow a quick release if necessary, or a firm grab at an instants notice.

The Jedi charged me this time. I was glad to play on the defensive, that was until his fast attacks came for me. I knew this would happen eventually and I would see to it that it would not happen again. Even as he was slashing and stabbing at such a speed, I tried to keep up. Parrying his first stab to my shoulder. Almost pushing it away. However when he came to attack me from the left, I sucked in my stomach and leaned back to let the blade of the saber barely miss it's mark on my side.

With a flick of the man's wrist he came for my right again, and I could not parry with my sword, but I could with an arm without a weapon. Instead of forcing my sword to parry the lightsaber, I moved my arm, elbow to be exact to defend against the lightsaber. And I smiled brightly under the mask as the cyan lightsaber would shut off from Warden Cloak in which I wore. I felt very little heat from the blade as the fire resistant cortosis dusted cloak protected me from burns, as well as lightsaber strikes. Only would I not allow another strike to my right elbow or he would cut through my cloak.

With him now at the moment without the weapon that he chose, I came in for my attack. Sending my blade two fly towards his chest with a step in with my offhand headed in a punch for his face. And with a small retraction of my hand with my palm being exposed I erupted a force push from my hand to send him flying.

Even with this encounter with the Jedi, I had not fought against a real lightsaber before. I have however fought against a droid with a training saber. They were alike with the weightless blades, but as this person was a being made of flesh and bone, he could feel pain just as much as I could. He could also make mistakes such as rushing in without thinking of the cloak that I wore. Though it would be hard to tell the difference between this cloak and any other one, this one was made out of the dust of Cortosis, and a rather dense flame resistant cloth to prevent burning of the material. With my recent encounters with the likes of people using lightsabers, and swords alike, I was glad to spend the credits that I had on it.

"Shall we continue?"
 

The Hound

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Location: Unkown
Objective: Figure out what the Kark is going on!
Allies: The Republic
Enemies: The Sith

Blue eyes shot open when he felt the Force being pushed through him. Attempting to get up he winced and felt an incredible pressure being thrust upon him, or maybe he was just sore and tired. Back on the ground he looked up to the duo that rescued him. Lightsiders, most likely Jedi of the Order. He didn't recognize them though. Always new faces with that place.

It was a growing cult.

Looking around as much as one could lying flat on your back he frowned before speaking, "Where are we?" Giving his name with to anyone from the Republic was asking for trouble, so for now he would keep that information to himself.

[member="Avalore Eden"]
 
Location: Western Wall, Open Square
Enemies: @Darth Shara, [member="Erin Darkstar"]
Allies: @Marcello Matteo, @Tracyn Ordo

Erin's assumption was incorrect. The wound inflicted to Ryan would not bleed out. It was a scratch, though a deep one, but in a short while it would congeal and the flow of blood would cease. The injury, whilst an irritation, would not likely prove deadly, though the blood from Ryan's forehead stood in danger of dripping into his eyes. At the moment, Ryan had far more to worry about than that long line of stinging pain.

His lightsaber connected with the cloak that the man wore, but instead of cutting through his lightsaber's cyan blade suddenly fizzled out of existence. A feeling of dread swept through him. In the heat of battle, a weapon's malfunction is the nightmare that even the most hardened soldier fears. One could be on the cusp of victory and have it all come crashing down simply because of a technological failure. Terror savaged through Ryan and he felt as though all of his organs had suddenly dropped away, leaving him hollow and empty, save for fear.

Precognition screamed in his mind, the ripples of the Force pushing him to act. Ryan pivoted on the balls of his feet, trying to twist out of the way. His action came too late and his opponent's sword cut through the simple Jedi robes that Ryan wore, slicing once more into his flesh and drawing forth ribbons of bright scarlet. Knuckles filled Ryan's vision and he received a sharp jab to the mouth that sent him stumbling backward, lips smashed and bloodied. The Force Push shoved Ryan backward, sending him flying two meters through the air to land with a painful thud upon the hard permacrete.

The padawan lifted himself up off the permacrete with a soft groan. The laceration to his chest had laid open his skin, but had not puncture deeper than the muscle tissue, otherwise he would be dead. Deep red drenched the front of his tunic, the torn fabric at the chest hung open slightly, revealing the pink of exposed muscle amidst the bright crimson. Ryan set his jaw against the pain. He eyed the fizzling lightsaber in his right hand, lips twitching slightly in a hint of disgust. Ryan clipped the weapon to his belt, then drew a sleeve across his brow to wipe away the blood threatening to drip into his eye.

"Shall we continue?" asked the dark haired Sith.

The muscles in Ryan's jaw writhed as he clenched his teeth. The Force welled within him and he let the embrace of serenity push away the anger that threatened to consume him in flames of passion. He took a deep breath and exhaled through his nose, then he attacked.

Korr bounded forward, using the Force to accelerate his speed and heighten the strength of his muscles. In two steps he'd crossed the intervening distance between himself and the opponent. Wrapped up in the Force, he moved with fluidity, listening to the ripples that would tell him of his opponent's next move. He could feel the impending attack even as he moved his fist forward in a feint at the dark haired man's stomach.
 
The Admiralty
Codex Judge
Location: Western Wall, Open Square. Casually standing in an alleyway
Objective: Finding a way through Shara’s OPness
Enemies: [member="Darth Shara"]
Allies: [member="Marcello Matteo"]

There was a whole exchange going on between Shara and Marcello, and exchange which Sardun would have to note seemed to have some kind of effect on his commander. It almost seemed as if the Jedi Master was wavering in his tracks, as the words of the big hulking demon washed over him and the rest of the people on the plane.

‘Course that was until the man decided to take his musings about the possible failure of the Order into a back burner, and start focusing on the actual fight. Which Michael could only applaud, because this wasn’t the time to start second guessing the mission they had here.

Not that he didn’t understand the man’s hesitation, hell he had left the Order and formed the Army of Light because of a different belief in how the Jedi should operate. Though it looked like Marcello would not have agreed with Sardun on the how. Didn’t matter though, Sardun felt Marc’s pain anyway.

Sardun continued to wait for an opening in the fight, while keeping a look out for possible stragglers which wanted to take ‘im out while he ain’t looking. Scanning the Huge Demon there didn’t seem to be any inherent weakness on him, he moved and hit fast and hard. Perfect tank.

From his pocket, Sardun retrieved a couple of phrik balls playing with them for a while, while keeping an eye out. He wasn’t a TK specialist, Sardun had always focused on dueling. Using a lightsabre, and the Force to enhance his inherent traits.

Looking at that thing though, it was obvious he wouldn’t have any chance of getting any meaningful hit on ‘im.

So he had to improvise.

Michael focused with the Force, drawing upon the mighty river and allowing it to flow freely through him. It made him see more clear, and he had noticed that it also allowed him to do something else..

Perceive inherent structural weaknesses in certain objects, it was taxing and not always was it effective. But this could maybe help. Michael kept looking at the armor of Shara, while skulking around trying to avoid getting blasted in the back himself.

Soon he might find something.. maybe, or he would have spent a lot of energy on nothing at all.
 
Location: Western Wall, Open Square
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Marcello Matteo"], [member="Tracyn Ordo"],
Allies: [member="Darth Shara"],

I had a devilish smile on my real face as I spoke those words. I felt good to actually bring a man who was taller and stronger than myself down to his knees. Even if it was just for a moment, it felt good. I almost felt rejuvenated just to see the sight. But it was only very slightly that I felt good about myself. because I knew all too well about one thing. When a man was angry, and fighting with all he had, He was not going to back down.

Within a very fast second the man came and send a punch to my stomach. I had literally blinked in that time and he was on me sending a punch. I let out a solid umph sound as I was pushed back a few meters from the hit. Bruising would come later, but the pain and the gasping for air came first. it took me a second to regain myself, This man was very fast now, even more so with how he wanted to so badly kill me.

Time was up. I had to act fast. I would be slower now, but that wouldn't matter. Rushing to him in almost the same manor with Force sprint, I stabbed out to him with the sword with a quick flick of the wrist I sent the blade to come to his right followed by a punch with my offhand. We would be trading blows back and forth like this it seemed, he would have to get within my swords arc to attack me, and I had to keep him back just a little ways to use my sword effectively. Only time would tell if I could beat him, or him get on top.

(OOC: I will be on LOA for a few days so I might not reply in that time.))
 
LOCATION: BRAWL
ALLIES: ONE SITH
ENEMIES: JEDI
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[member="Vulpesen"]

Balaya ground her teeth and sneered at the jedi coming at her, his attack with a staff was going to be furious and she prepared. Letting the force go into each limb of her body and with both sabers stood ready while she prepared. In a saber lock she had no doubt to being able to overpower him... More so she could simply grab and strangle the life out of him if he got close enough. As his attacks started she moved the blades to block quickly. Choosing and moving so the armor took glancing blows and flared where it was able to withstand saber slashes and the blade batting for the lunges. Her size would work to an advantage in this as the jedi would have to sink down eventually and an overhead swing like she could deliver was strong on its own. At least that was the plan as Balaya screamed feeling the slash connect just under her cheekbone and her flesh searing. A quick jerk of her head and she was away going into the air a little hop with a counter strike after Vulpesen landed. A falling avalanche strike to shatter his defenses and marr his face like he just did to her.
 
LOCATION: Library
ENEMIES: [member="Darth Banshee"]
ALLIES: The Force, Emotions, and [member="Skosk Fett"]
OBJECTIVE: Press the attack.

Aedan felt her block his strike with her wrist blaster and smirked behind his helmet as a few blaster bolts flashed by his head causing him to blink in shock. Seconds later he continued the swing pulling off of her wrist blaster as the second part of a standard Niman form attack came. The attack consisted of a strike with a lightsaber followed by a force push. Force Push was one of the few powers Aedan actually used so he put it to good use here channeling the force through his body and towards the woman as he aimed to push her away from him straight back.

Still fueled by the force and the anger he felt at his companions deaths Aedan charged forward swinging his shoto at her side suddenly as he gave a cry. "FOR MY BROTHERS!" He was not aware that his rifle had been picked up nor that Skosk was on his way to help him the only thing on the young man's mind now was the fact that thee woman he had considered a friend had killed his men while they had tried to help her. That was proof that the Sith were not the good people they claimed to be he had not been here to harm her friends on the other hand his goal was to capture them so they wouldn't be killed.
 
Location: Western Wall, Open Square
Enemies: @Darth Shara, [member="Erin Darkstar"]
Allies: @Marcello Matteo, @Tracyn Ordo


Korr had been waiting for the strike to come, listening for it in the Force. The sword hissed through the air, coming for his right side, as he had sensed it would with precognition. Ryan ducked, bending his chest all the way to his knees. The blade sliced through the air a centimeter above his head, ruffling his hair with the light wind of its passing. Ryan rolled to the right and came up on his feet just to the dark haired swordsman's left.

The padawan stepped toward the Sith before he had a chance to bring the sword around again. As he stepped forward he launched a short-range front kick aimed at Erin's left knee. Ideally, his heel would impact the knee and snap the join, crippling his opponent. Ryan followed it up by reaching forward and attempting to grab Erin's left wrist with his own left hand, which would stop any immediate retaliations with the sword. At the same time, he launched a punch with his right hand toward Erin's nose. A blow to the nose would cause his opponent to wince reactively and his vision would fill up with tears, blinding him.

If Ryan succeeded in grabbing the man's wrist, he didn't plan on letting go. Ryan tugged with a Force Pull, aiming to rip the little man's feet out from under him and send him sprawling at Korr's feet.
 
Location: Western Wall, Open Square
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Marcello Matteo"], [member="Tracyn Ordo"],
Allies: [member="Darth Shara"],

The man was very fast getting into my second strike. His kick out to my knee made it, but just barely. I was able to bend my knee in just in enough time to prevent a major pain, but he still hit me enough out upset mu balance. I teetered over to my now favored leg. The Jedi was fast enough to grab my hand with the sword. My left hand. And when the fist came for my face I could see it just a millisecond before he made contact allowing me to twist my head and allow his fist to slide just across my nose.

And here is where I moved. While yes he could still hold my wrist he was not holding my hand to my sword. I dropped my sword from my left hand and with a twist moved under his arm. At this man's height reaching down to my arm, it was fairly easy to move under him, and grab the shaft of the sword with my right hand.

As a Swordsman it was good to be ambidextrous, or known as the ability to use both hands to the same degree. I grabbed the shaft in a reverse grip and lashed out back towards the man. With his arm behind my back, and my sword coming for his own back in a stab. I avoided the force pull as he would be grabbing an item down his sight where I once was.
 

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