Versus: Morningstar

[GalacticNiv]

Deep within the Sith Academy, were the training grounds. An Acolyte by the name of [member="Morningstar"] had been recently challenged to a spar, the message requesting to meet him in the arena. Now. The boy of seventeen years, known as Nightwalker, would be seen sitting quietly in the middle of the arena, it having a large circular shape. There were several of them in the massive room, pairs of students fighting viciously in them in order to increase their prowess. Upon sensing the older man's presence, Gahven would rise to his feet, his old Inquisitor styled robing waving in the air as he moved.

The young human would eye his opponent up and down, gritting his teeth as he noticed the age gap. Morningstar was taller than he was, probably older by three or four years. "Greetings, shall we begin?" The boy would simply ask, reaching towards his waist that was equipped with a belt. The shining training saber handle would be pulled from it's restraints, becoming ignited by Nightwalker's side as his thumb slid over it's activation switch.

 

[Morningstar]

Morningstar pulled his trainning saber out and turned it on without saying an word, Morning star also ha scars upon his body from an pervoius duel that he had lost they where reminders of his failure. He could feel the force around him it was stale and corrupted as it should be amongest the sith, failure here was not an option.

[member=' Gahven Nightwalker']

 

[GalacticNiv]

The crimson glow of the duo's sabers would light the area the two combatants stood in, as they prepared to duel. Nightwalker would watch silently, slightly intimidated by the way his opponent acted. The man approached, and spoke no words, instead simply drawing his own blade and readying for combat. The young human boy's eyes would drift over Morningstar's form, noticing the scars he possessed. It seemed this man had a lot of experience, perhaps in real fights. Gahven had only ever fought training droids, so this would definitely be a challenge.

Gripping the saber handle tightly with both hands, Nightwalker would take a few steps towards his opponent, while bringing both of his arms close to the right side of his body. From there, the boy would lash out with all of his strength, swinging horizontally at [member="Morningstar"]'s left.

 

[Morningstar]

Morningstar blocked the attack and spoke."I must admit your going to make this fight intersting, but your still weak." He lashed back at his oppent.

[member=' Gahven Nightwalker']

 

[GalacticNiv]

Gritting his teeth in anger, Nightwalker would keep his feet firm on the ground as his saber clashed with [member="Morningstar"]'s. A bright flash of light would emit from the two beams of plasma, as they struggled to overpower one another. However, Morningstar was right, for the older man's physique was much more developed than the younger boy's. His opponent would push forward from the block, causing Gahven to stumble backwards a few steps.

There would be no time for recovery, for as soon as the distance was made, it closed. Morningstar's arm extended, swiping across the air in an attempt to burn his opponent. The man's crimson saber would graze the boy's chest, causing a stinging sensation to jolt through his torso. Listening to Morningstar's words, Gahven could not help but become enveloped by his hatred, beginning to run forward with speed. Arching his legs at the knees, Nightwalker would push off of the ground in a jump, pivoting on a single foot just before he did so. The boy's black, red, and white figure would rotate through the air above and in front of Morningstar, aiming to deliver a stronger blow due to the momentum. If this was successful, he would land just beside the man, ready to continue their combat.

 

[Morningstar]

Morningstar smiled as he could feel his anger which made his oppent unblanced and reckless something which morningstar could take advantage of. Upon seeing his oppent jump he used the force to push his oppent backwards."Tell me does your master know how weak you are?"

[member='Gahven Nightwalker']

 

[GalacticNiv]

Nightwalker's body was still mid-air, thus not giving him the option of dodging. Seeing as he did not know how to erect a force barrier, there was no other option that to take the push full force. The telekinetic blast that [member="Morningstar"] had sent forth slammed into the young boy, sending him hurdling through the air. His back would slam against the ground, causing a feeling of pain to shoot through his body. His rotation attack had been unsuccessful, for his saber handle lay on the ground a few meters away.

Lifting his arms, Gahven would aim his hands towards his opponent, who was also a fair distance away. "Argh!" The young Acolyte would shout, as a large build up of his force energy concentrated into his palms, causing a bright light to envelop his hands. Two streams of electricity would exit the boy's fingers, combining into one beam of force energy turend lightning. It would surge forward at Morningstar, threatening to potentially paralyze him. The technique was not exactly strong, seeing as the boy had little practice with it. It left him quite tired actually, panting as his arms lowered.

 

[Morningstar]

Morningstar tried to block the attack with his training saber, he could fee the energy come towards him. For once Morningstar was scared but he didn't show it but it could be felt through the force as will as his determination to please his master by winning this duel."I must admit your strong but your not that strong."

 

[GalacticNiv]

The boy's lightning attack would be easily fended off, the contained plasma that was [member="Morningstar"]'s saber being capable of absorbing it. The bright blue glow that the energy attack had casted would be extinguished as the boy fell to the ground, breathing quite heavily. His arm would push on the floor, aiming to hoist himself up onto his feet. Though, it was no use, for he had used most of his stamina.

"You win." The Acolyte would murmur, glaring at the man in anger.

 

[Morningstar]

Morningstar went over to the boy and yet he wanted to give him the same lesson that marked him as an failure."Had this been an real fight you would be dead let this be an reminder to you and your master." Morningstar swong his training saber not intending to kill him but to leave an scar upon his foe.

 

[GalacticNiv]

The red beam of plasma that [member="Morningstar"] wielded would sweep through air, it's tip slashing across the boy's skin. The saber left it's mark, causing a painful burning sensation to spread through the boy's body, causing him to cringe slightly on the ground. The embarrassment and
potential punishment that Nightwalker would face in the future was ten times worse than the scar that ran along his face now.

"Thank you for this lesson," the spoke quietly, rage building within him as he did so, "Next time we meet, our roles will be reversed."