ToTG:Muad Dib VS Alvara Calvarona

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Kinooine.​

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It was the face of the second of the rounds of the Tournament of the Gods. It was a planet that didn't hold much air about it, small, filled with rocks, canyons, and and not much else. It was a world that many would consider absolutely barren, a world that many would consider worthless. Lumyia had once made her home here, though she was now long gone. To the Crusade it was nothing but a small outpost, but to the Tournament of the Gods, it would be the second round.​

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The fights would be staged miles apart from one another, each one taking place simultaneously but at such a distance that one fight would not interfere with another. Why? For the enhanced effect of course.​

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In the skies above Kinooine sat dozens if not hundreds of starships, filled with watchers, party goers, and tractor beam operators. These ships were tasked with creating an enhancement of the fight, they would induce an artificial meteor shower. Pre-planned and pre-arranged the ships would sling a variable endless amount of rocks onto the surface of Kinooine, dashing the nearly empty worlds with pelting cosmic stones.​

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The rocks would range in size, though all would be big enough to cause an impact somehow.​

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It was all to the add to the field of battle.​

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The First of the stones began to fall just as the matches began.​

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[member="Muad Dib"] VS @Alvara Calvarona​

 

[Muad Dib]

Muad Dib, Mad Knight, knelt on the stony ridge overlooking a deep valley. He was breathing slowly getting adjusted to the light atmosphere. Aiding his breathing he used the force to focus both his body and mind. The first round had been on a hell planet filled with fire and smoke. This one was different as the surface seemed almost devoid of life. But on the fringe he still felt the small echoes of life. Even in the harshest environments life still found a way.

Opening his startling blue eyes that glowed with a light from within he watched as one of the meteorites arced through the skies, trailing flames and smoke, and impacted the mountain with enough force to shake the small stones and pebbles that covered the landscape.

Rising from the ground in a single, smooth motion he removed his tattered leather jacket and let it drop revealing his sith armor and the four sith lightsabers hanging from his belt as trophies. His personal weapons, his blue bladed lightsaber made from the jewel of a sith holocron and his curved skinning knife, were both slid home in their respective sheaths.

A grin split his face as he felt the faint echoes through the force of battles joined and envied them their immediate gratification of conflict. But his gratification of chaos was not far off. Bending he collected four flat stones worn sharp over the years of wind and rain shaping them into razor sharp discs.

Yes he loved chaos and it made him feel alive. He wished to share his personal experience with his opponent soon ...

@Alvara Calvarona

 

[Alva Calvarona]

[member="Muad Dib"]

Alva felt glad she had a filtered helmet since she had discovered the lightness of air

This world was truly a hellhole compared to the last one, and the last had been on fire in a very literal sense. They planned to cause a meteor shower to strike the terrain? Those rocks were big enough to kill them if they landed on them, and the biggest would be hard to avoid, but she hoped they had the common sense to not use anything big enough that could destroy everything. Her opponent this time looked much more competent than the last fool she had gone up against. The Sith Knight before had been pitiful, coming blindly at her and getting caught up in her slicewire, he was lucky she was benevolent and had let him leave the confrontation with his limbs intact, after all she could very well have killed him with how much of an opening he had given her.

However, this time the Crinan Princess and Practitioner had no delusions that the weak and stupid had been rooted out of the tournament already. Only the strongest, smartest, most skilled, and talented would be left, and by the end of this round only the best would remain standing. The bastard in front of her made a show of removing his coat to display the armor beneath. Honestly Alva had no idea how quality it was, or if it had done the man any good in his last round, but she still trusted her Crinan Combat Armor fully, its capabilities having gone unseen in her previous fight, her slicewire spools were undoubtedly her greatest weapon, but the sight of her foe revealing the four lightsabers at his belt made her wary of using the tool for this fight. She would have to ask Ikki where her maid had gotten the cortosis wire. For now it appeared as if her primary weapon would be her tactics, Practitioner spells, and Crinan Energy Blade.

Perhaps she could still use her slicewire though?

Walking as she began circling her opponent, the second princess of Crina's eyes kept a close eye on the sky while she trained her gaze toward the Sith Knight in front of her. She didn't want him pulling tricks on her, but she also didn't want a rock pummeling down on her since they were starting to make impacts and land all over the planet. Alva timed until she was directly in front of, across, from her opponent, just as a slightly small vehicle sized meteor from behind the enemy, not directly behind heading for him of course just out of vision from the sky above, would pass above him and smash into the ground, creating a shockwave that likely wouldn't effect them, but had the power to shatter the meteor itself and create a small crater. The pieces of the meteor would fly outward, at both of them as well.

And that was when Alva moved, using the meteor just before it smashed into the ground as cover, dashing across the landscape to use the diversion to go after her enemy. Her left hand would lash out, flicking her slicewire strings out toward the debris of the meteor flying her way, cutting them into smaller pieces and deflecting others, but still the smaller pieces would not touch her, would not weaken her suit's shield which she did not want to give away yet, instead she would focus on creating a powerful airwave from the force, well magic for a Crinan's beliefs, the wind spell aimed to fling the debris she had carved up into a new weapon towards her opponent before her right hand dropped to her belt to grab her Crinan Energy Blade she was prepared to activate once she closed the gap and engage her opponent with whatever opening she gained.

OOC: Sorry I don't seem to be getting notifications. Woulda posted sooner!!! PM when you post again please it might work better so I'll notice?

 

[Muad Dib]

Turning his head as he felt his opponent approach he nodded slightly. Another armored woman. This one was not a giant of a sithspawn who oozed rage, anger, and pain but instead he felt the coldly analytical mind of one who was precise. Much more dangerous then even the armored powerhouse that he had faced before. His blue eyes trailed over her armaments as she neared noticing the armor of a strange make and model. Quickly he looked for holsters, bandoliers, sheaths, and other mounted weapons that would come into play in the upcoming conflict. Any small minute detail he could gather would be important he felt.

Shifting from her armor and visible weapons he began to analyze the individual beneath the armor. As an experienced fighter of several forms of martial arts, as well as a study of acting and espionage, he had learned how to see much more then just what a typical individual saw. Combined with his force abilities it gave him an edge in reading people. The woman walked with precision which led him to believe that she had come from a military family, or an upper class citizen, that instilled a rigidness from an early age. Her exact gait led him to assume a military profession. Observing her movements and ow each step was calculated, without even looking down at the stone strewn ground, made him assume she had great spatial orientation. Possibly a martial arts master, sniper, or pilot in that she was able to see and register her surroundings and environment without needing to focus. Or just great peripheral vision, he mused silently to himself. A gentle brush of his mind as he tasted her aura spoke volumes as he felt her powerful presence in the force.

As she began circling him it gave him a feeling he was watching a great cat slowly stalking her prey as she looked for any weaknesses or vulnerabilities.As she drew nearer he noticed she had a few inches of height on her which most likely gave her the longer reach. Her helmet more then likely supplied a fresh air supply or a rebreather as he could see no signs of struggle for breath nor any fatigue. Again he cataloged the information that she was more fit then he had at first assumed.

Years past he had a deadly duel with a sith master called Malice Draclau that taught him to always expect the unexpected and to never underestimate a foe.

With his senses extended he felt the meteorites as they carved through the skies, heating the air as they passed disturbing the atmosphere. As she paused before him he felt the large chunk of rock hurtling through the air behind him. A grin split his face as he realized she was also a strategist in placing his back to the quickly descending stone that would have startled him by it's impact and subsequent shards of debris that would slice into exposed flesh.

But he too was aware of his surrounding through his senses and the force.

As the meteor made impact he dropped himself flat allowing the speeding fragments of rock sail over head. Then, rolling forward, he rose and ignited his blue bladed lightsaber hoping to close the distance between the two of them. But as she sliced the debris and rebuffed them back in his direction he raised his left arm and ducked his face into his elbow as he felt the speeding shards impact him. A growl erupted from his chest as he spun through the shards and dropped low in a leg sweep, with his left leg extended, and his right arm whipping the blue blade at the woman's chest even as he felt blood run from several small wounds where the fragments had sliced into left armpit, left hip and left knee, where the joints of armor were, as well as shaking him a bit in his armor from the impacts.

[member="Alva Calvarona"]

 

[Alva Calvarona]

[member="Muad Dib"]

OOC: OK THE MENTION WORKED THIS TIME!? Also nice post!

The man had been prepared for her use of the crashing meteorite as a diversion, but not for her ability to repel the the debris at her back toward him. His evaluations of herself would be rather spot on. Having been born to a rather strict world based on purest order and through it contentment, Alva had led a very rigid lifestyle as the second daughter of royalty. Not only herself, but her elder and younger sisters had been brought up in an environment to mold them into elite members of a household that prided itself on maintaining its historic presence. They were taught etiquette and politics, introduced to matters of court and intrigue, and things had only become more embroiled with the Imperial Remnant having settled on Crina to end its Civil War, now Alva and her older sister especially seemed to be playing very tight angle of authority to ensure Crina's independence while also keeping the air of dedication and indebted nature of their relationship with the new galactic power still quietly emerging in the galaxy.

All the girls had learned more than just how to talk the talk and keep up proper manners. All had been enrolled and trained through the Cosmina Academy on their homeworld, a place for Practitioners, Crina's form of a force using order, though from their tainted history and beliefs the force was magic to them, and thus there they learned how to wield magic, cast spells, mostly in the form of elemental manipulation, but there were plenty of other techniques as well. The average Practitioner typically was not as strong as the normal Imperial knight for example, but that did not make them weak. Included in the courses were the ways of using staff and blade in combat as well, as well as some forms of martial arts for the Practitioners especially who used magic to enhance their own bodily prowess. Thus Alva and her family were well raised and trained, because they had to uphold the appearance and ability of their ancestor Crina, for whom their world was named, they could not be weak ever.

And Alva felt she was only stronger now, having encountered Ikki Ike while on random assignment. Their meeting turned to her advantage as she brought the maid woman into her employ, and had her teach the ways of wielding slicewire. Crina's second princess believed she had become far more flexible, her ability to distinguish objects more minute, and her skill with the slicewire itself to be quite adequate with all the time she had had to practice herself with it under a master's tutelage. Adding in that her selected method of working with the Imperials had been to enter into their system as a pilot and that was the sum of her history and skills. This was merely the first she could give a full account of herself for them.

And she had no intention of letting it be poor.

The debris she had repulsed had slammed into the man it seemed at least, and Alva wasn't going to let the advantage slip by. Continuing her frontal assault she watched him drop into the sweeping kick quite quickly and impressively, however, she reacted accordingly. Hopping above the leg, Alva activated her Crinan Energy Blade in her right hand and caught her opponent's lightsaber swinging at her, swiping her left hand using her momentum from her charge and jump to fling her slicewire rapidly at the man's chest. Threads that could cut through duranium, a material that resisted glancing blows from lightsabers, would arch quick toward her foe. If he could not stop it perhaps she would be merciful and only wound him instead of landing a killing blow.

 

[Muad Dib]

Muad Dib was no more comfortable anywhere then he was on the field of battle. From the time of a small child he found himself forged in warfare. It was his first nature. When he was a part f one of the many sith orders in the galaxy he had fought fervently as an agent of chaos, killing and slaughtering as death incarnate. Before each battle most warriors kissed loved ones, prepared their souls, or meditated peacefully. But for Muad Dib, Mad knight, battle was his first love, fighting was his preparation of his soul, killing was his meditation. He had battled, fought, scraped, and warred his entire life. And he loved it.

So as the battle was joined in fervor he felt his body soar with elation.

Spinning around he missed the leg sweep and found his blue bladed lightsaber blocked by the woman who stood, in stature and weight, his equal. But his ferocity was nearly unmatched by most opponents he crossed paths with. As their blades caught and arms tensed while they strained against one another he saw the slicewire coming at his chest like a whip. With a grin on his face he raised his left arm up and forward to block the blow by allowing the wire to encircle and snare around the gauntlet of his forearm.

While their blades remained in stalemate Muad gripped the slicewire with his hand and pulled with all his might to yank the woman toward him. Two things happened when he did so. First he did indeed put his immense strength into the yank hoping to pull the woman off balance and toward him where he would attack her. But the second thing that happened stalled his attack.

The slicewire cut into his gauntlet, through the durasteel alloy of the armor, and through his arm right where his wrist met his forearm.

In slow motion, as his adrenaline spiked speeding up his heart rate and the force flooded into his being, he watched the slicewire shear through the bone and his hand and wrist, with the armor on these, rose through the air, the slicewire still anchored to the palm of his hand. As his body reacted on instinct built on years of training his right wrist twisted to rotate his lightsaber's blade around, hoping to twirl Alvara's blade out of line of his body, and struck down for the slicewire near her own hand to attempt to sever the slice wire.

Drawing his left arm back, with bloody stump beginning to spout bright red blood, he drew on the force using his rage, anger, pain, and frustration to fuel his abilities instantly restricting the capillaries, veins, and arteries on the amputated forearm and then focused his emotions. His eyes turned crimson like a flash as the ancient sith runes that covered his left arm to the elbow flickered from blue to red. His skin paled from it's natural tan. Pulling from his current state and bringing to mind memories of past, fighting Malice in the throat of a sarlaac, riding a destroyer through a city as he battled a jedi master on it's hull, the memory of holding Arabella's body in his arms when he thought he had lost her, the maniacal rage as he was tortured by nobles of Adumar, the loss of a blood brother to a phobis device, he forged his memories and emotions into a single purpose as he leached the darkside of the force to fuel his strike with his left arm towards his opponents body.

Releasing all the emotion, all the pain, all the rage, he fueled the ability known as force destruction to destroy his foe with extreme prejudice.

[member="Alva Calvarona"]

 

[Alva Calvarona]

[member="Muad Dib"]

He would not get the chance.

Alva remained impassive behind her helmet as she watched her blade clash with the lightsaber. Crina's technology was somewhat behind that of the rest of the galaxy. Her weapon could be said to be the equivalent of the tool the Sith Knight wielded in his own hand. However, even though it was her people's equivalent, it was severely lacking. The Crinan Energy Blade worked well on normal metals, though not quite like a lightsabers effect, and it practically had none on metals resistant to lightsabers themselves. And rather than deflecting blaster bolts the energy blade absorbed them, slightly overloading their power cell, and reducing their operation times. Something that happened with each time her weapon would clash with the lightsaber as well. She would be sure to count each strike, she had been sure to have it tested against the Imperial knights. How many strikes, how intense a fight, how long would it last.

The man had used his arm to catch the slicewire, and then foolishly grabbed onto it to pull her forward. Rather than be shocked, since she was certain her opponent wasn't aware of what was supposed to happen, if she knew he knew then maybe it would be odd or surprising, Alva grew a tad sadistic knowing what would happen to the poor fool. She moved forward with his pull, grin unseen, watching as her slicewire tore through his arm, his armor, his hand, his fingers, and shredded them into ribbons. The scarlet flow that came out of the wounds was only as expected, it left her a tad disappointed that her opponent had let it happen. It was even a little painful to watch, but she was going to finish this.

A wicked smile formed on Alva's face as she felt him twist her blade from an immediate strike and he lashed out for her slicewire. He thought she might retreat then, or that she would defend desperately. There was no reason to blame him though, he hadn't got to see her armor's special feature in action. So instead Alva pressed forward for her attack as he pulled back. The Lightsaber would come down on her hand itself, only to meet the resistance of her Crinan Armor's shield that deflected the strike. Certainly it was a taxing blow to the shield, but a swiping glance wasn't going to cut through. A chant was already on her breathe as she pursued him without pause.

She was already attacking her foe as he began to glow, obviously for something bad, but he would not have the time. She hadn't retreated, she had known something he hadn't, she had a superior tool, aces up her sleeve, and he hadn't factored it in, so she had only ever been just a step away. She was not the distance away from him he had planned on when starting his little play, and now it was over, Alva struck, her slicewire flicking out once more and her blade sweeping in for her attack, her chant from before calling a gust of wind from behind him as well to give no quarter. He would not even have a second for the build up, perhaps if he had actually done anything to buy time. She created a zone of no escape, of no time. He did not have time for his memories, he hadn't bought himself any time to concentrate or buildup the strength for his little move. He hadn't even moved really.

 

[Muad Dib]

Muad Dib's force attack never came to fruition thanks to the quick actions of Alvara Calvarona. As he stumbled slightly under the force assisted gust of wind his senses were torn from the pain of exposed nerve endings and ragged flesh with sharp, jagged bones emerging just past the traumatized stump of his forearm.

His body was still filled with the force that he had pulled in from when he first rose from the ground awaiting battle and the continuing pull since. But sometimes the force was trumped by the quick actions of an opponent along with weaponry he had been unfamiliar with. Again the lessons learned the hard way danced in the back of his mind that to survive and be victorious one must never underestimate an opponent nor their tools of trade in battle. And he had paid for his ignorance of the slicewire with sweat and blood ... but no tears.

As the woman moved forward with her attack her blade arced for his right arm from whence he had deflected it, while the slicewire flickd forward for another painfully strike at his body, notably his stomach and near center mass. As the direct powerful assault had failed he knew that to not bend would be to risk being broken. Muad Dib may be the Mad Knight, but he wasn't stupid.

Allowing the wind at his back to push him the knight went into action. Raising his lightsaber up to block the coming blade of his enemy he kicked back with his right foot to speed his pivot on his left. Turning with the spin he fused the force into his left arm and summoned it as he flowed around and to Alvara's right side. But even as he spun away from her blade he felt the slice wire scour a hit on his right hip, biting into armor, and leaving a trail of blood down his right side.

But with his blade disengaged he followed through on the pivot and extended his right arm in a horizontal strike heading to where her neck met her shoulders. His left arm stretched out to point at her body and flames flew from him and at the armored woman as he used the force he had pulled in during the fight to swamp her with fire in a baptism of flame that he hoped would consume his enemy.

[member="Alva Calvarona"]

 

[Alva Calvarona]

[member="Muad Dib"]

The man's defense was, rather brilliant. . . . .

It irked Alva that in the end her attack failed, but at the same time she was extremely pleased that she hadn't just killed him like that. Even with his big build up attack that couldn't be the finale, but it certainly made for a good climax, that only seemed so much better with a proper counter attack from her opponent as well. Just like she had moved forward under assault before, so too now did her foe step with the wind towards her, off setting his forward motion with a pivot to quickly avoid the slicewire that likely would have opened up his stomach and spilled the guts he had all over the ground. It was already clear that the person she was fighting had certainly good swordsmanship, his lightsaber coming up to meet her energy blade as he continued to use his pivot to move around her.

As much as it infuriated her it also made a feral grin settle onto the young princess's face. This was her first real battle. Not a butchery of rebels, not shooting down faceless starfighters within the cockpit of her TIE Seeker, not commanding soldiers. This was a real battle of the flesh! Smiling at this first real chance to see the heights of her limits, Alva set her left foot out and swung her right leg around to hasten her own pivot to face her opponent. Only to receive the blow from his right arm to the side of her face as her spin had hunched her over a little. The blow stun a little but it wasn't crippling. it did keep her attention away so that when she looked back see only saw fire consume her.

It was hot, there was no doubt about her, her shields were draining too, and then the flames would fall upon her. There wasn't much else choice to do in the situation, but to discharge her shield unit. The blue barrier would flicker and static, dispelling the flickering fires clinging to her, but at the same time. . . .her shield was now done until the device reset. It likely would only have helped a little while longer but still, at the same time Alva did not want to truly risk ending up like her opponent missing a limb. The fight was too close to the ridge for her liking too, it had been where her enemy had originally started, but now it was not so one sided, and she was feeling the strain of so much exertion so quickly.

And of course this would be such a time another wave of meteors began to fall in their direction that they would have to avoid. For right now their final resting place likely wasn't easy to determine, but it would be likely the both of them would have to evade at least some of them soon.

 

[Muad Dib]

As her energy shield kicked up and repelled the waves of flame he leaped back. Then a brief flicker cast off the fires wreathed about her body just as the flames extinguished along with her shield. Cunning blue eyes watched her movements and noticed a slight hesitation in her actions which were a tell speaking of either injury or a moment of tiredness.

But three things stalled his imminent advance.

First was the fact that the planet boasted a light atmosphere and as the two had fought they had begun to exert themselves and Muad had found his breathing to begin to labor. Then as he attacked through the force the burst of fire used the neighboring oxygen as fuel for it's assault and decimating the local breathable air for a moment. That caused Muad Dib to move back several meters as he pulled in deep breaths between clenched teeth.

The second was the falling debris cast down by the game makers to make their duel, along with the battles of the other combatants elsewhere, more enjoyable for the viewers and gamblers as well as more dangerous for the opponents who not only had to anticipate their enemy but also the hazards that fell in their midst.

The third was Muad refused to allow his missing hand to detract him from defeating this woman. He was bred for war and had endured his share of pain and misery during his life to learn how to use the agony rather then let it overcome him in waves of pain that would leave any normal man lying on the ground clutching his wound and crying for mercy.

There were two ways to handle pain. The first is to try to shunt it aside, to ignore it, to attempt to compartmentalize the agony so that you can keep moving despite serious injury. To block it until either you have succeeded in your goals or that very pain you wished to ignore by walling off swept over you in a tsunami of sensations that drown any drive to go on. The second was the path of pain, and the one that Muad chose. This was the way of facing the pain head on and embracing it. To feel every nuance of torn and bleeding nerve ending screaming for your body to surrender. To let the wave of destruction hit you, and instead of it obliterating you, you harness the raw emotion and flood of endorphins. You become one with the primal until you are filled with the power of the primal.

Snarling he raised his head and let out a howl of laughter, a defiant scream that he would not go quietly into the night, that he would not surrender, that he would fight to his last breath and to the last heartbeat. And when the war was over it would be he who stood victorious. His howl of laughter also revealed a bit more of who Muad Dib was, the Mad Knight.

From above the meteors rained down around the duo, no longer mere spectators who fell around them to ring them in but as participants. The first was no more then the size of a baseball but when it impacted the earth the shockwave pushed both back. Then next four that hit the ridge went deep and seemed to wake the planet who was not content to be the battleground but an obstacle against them.

A large crevice opened far from where they stood being immediately trumpeted by a gutteral grumble as the ridge shattered. Large and small parts began to crumble and of a sudden their ridge began falling in a landslide down the side of the mountain in a cascade of rock weighing tons.

Some what collected from the very brief respite and not daunted by the chaos and challenge of the ground beneath them breaking and falling down the side of a mountain, Muad Dib leaped forward at his foe slashing his lightsaber in a downward strike for Alvara's head to only rotate his wrist at the last moment to slice at her right arm.

[member="Alva Calvarona"]

 

[Alva Calvarona]

[member="Muad Dib"]

She just had to hold on a while longer, she knew it. Between their levels of exhaustion they both likely shared, the lack of air that she had a slight advantage over him in regards to her helmet, and the amount of blood he had lost after his arm had been cut off and before he somehow stemmed its flow, Alva knew that she had the higher ground. Even as he laughed with a rather echoing roar and howl that screamed through the silence of the air, aside from the sound of thunderous crashes as the meteors slammed into the landscape, the second princess of Crina only likened him to an animal without tact. She was not going to lose this after coming so far and reaching such a height in this battle. This round was the apex of everything she had built up, and she was relishing every moment of it. It was quite likely she would lose the next round if this gave her such trouble, but she could care less for then.

Now she fought with full fury.

Or rather she would have had it not been for the timely appearance for the meteors once more. Slamming into the rock, the smallest came with the greatest velocity, and had the most effective impact, creating a shockwave that created more space between her opponent and herself once more. As if to make it worse four more immediately came right after and shattered the edge of the ridge, causing an area of it to fall apart into a landslide. The area they fought on ground against the ridge as it fell, the ground now rather unstable with the fall. Alva had to admit at this point she was a little concerned for how things would turn out as a result of the environment kicking in to cause trouble.

However, she didn't have the time or attention to worry about it since it seemed as if the Sith Knight had no intention of being concerned about it himself. Figuring his momentum would give his attack more weight and that her footing would likely be less stable on the ground, Alva leaned forward on her toes to face the strike head-on. Her blade moved upwards to block the downward attack, raised in a horizontal diagonal in a mid guard stance. Of course his change of target gave little reaction time, but a downward strike was still coming from the same direction even if it moved from her center to her side, she shifted her own hand to meet the changing course and pressed off with her toes.

She would launch her own attack off of his.

Shoving with her hand as hard as she could as she pressed to move forward, Alva let the lightsaber skim across her energy blade past her though she knew she was likely costing the blade's current powercell a tax, and moved past her opponent. Her position wasn't good to lash out with the slicewire and turning to meet the Sith knight with her blade had a 50/50 chance of her being faster. So what the Crinan Princes did was reach out with the force, Crinan Magic to her, and drawing on the wind sent one of the falling boulders of the former ridge line at her enemy, at the same time turning as best she could in case he did try to strike her so she could ready a defense.