You ready for round two?

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Dromund Kaas. Truth be told, Gherron never thought he'd ever visit the place. However, since the Sith last controlled it, the planet had been under new management and he'd had a chance to see it for himself. He wasn't much for dark side relics, but maybe something there could give him insight into the Sith through the ages. You never knew what you might find in the caves and temples of an old Sith-run planet. However, he was currently walking around Kaas city, trying to imagine just how different it might have looked back then. Darker, obviously. And the place did have a serious rain problem. Was it always that way? Too many questions. Finding a small diner, he walked in and ordered a drink for himself.

[member="Vincent Imura"]

 

[Garza]

Kaas city was, and still is, not my favorite place, but it was good enough for a pit stop. Since I wanted to be left alone, I wore all the dangerous stuff. Things like a Lot'tek jacket that radiated the pure notion of fear into the hearts of those around me. Even so, I was becoming versed in Force Fear, and amped it up myself just enough to keep people away. On my back was a sheath for a katana known only as Storm. A lightning fast blade that I have carried with me for a while. Useful against Sith, Jedi, and even dragons all alike. Moreover, I carried my lightsabers with me as well. Seeing as how I was moving away from the guns now, and more towards melee combat, I smiled as the poisoned dagger in my boot was with me as well.

All the while only the sword was really visible. I kept a clear face as I walked towards a bar. Hoping to by a drink while my ship was refueled, and materials loaded. Pulling out from my jacket pocket, I reached in for a cigarette. Lighting it with just a snap of my fingers as my boots struck the ground beneath.

I shook my head as a man tried to get closer to me. Only he started to clutch his chest as I stopped and stared at him. My jaw clenched as I focused and sending the man's fear before him. Slowly I transformed into the thing he feared most, He reeled back and started to walk backwards before turning around and running away. Jaw relaxing as I took another step only to stop.

I could feel him. So bright within the darkness and clutter of the city. I smiled and walked in. Ordering a drink as I walked up to the bar. Looking for blondy where I could maybe torment him some more. While when we first met I was a mere apprentice, and headstrong, Now I was powerful, and clearly a force to be reckoned with. Only, I wanted to see what he would do.

Daddy's home.

[member="Gherron Vael"],

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Resting for a bit, Gherron took a few sips of his drink and wondered about Nef. The girl really had an effect on him, and recently, he was beginning to think he'd had an effect on her too. Perhaps they could start trying to go further. Other careless thoughts entered his mind, but before he could take another drink, a certain presence entered the room. No. It couldn't be. He'd even defeated him on Ilum. No, that was just a test. Nothing like the real thing. Instinctively, his hand went for his weapon, but he slowed himself and took a breath before turning. There he was, clear as day. Dangerous in every aspect. And this time, he'd brought along the power of persuasion and fear. The two greatest weapons for a Sith. They were both more powerful than their last encounter, though. Gherron couldn't put innocent people in danger. He couldn't be careless like the last time. Getting up, he stopped when he was just next to the man, and spoke into his ear. "I don't want this. But if we must, then not here. At least be that respectful." Just in case the other tried anything, he'd kept his senses alert. If he'd learned anything from their battle in Coruscant, it was never to trust a Sith.

[member="Vincent Imura"]

 

[Garza]

Taking a nice long sip of a whiskey, I smiled as from the side of my vision came the form of the one and only. He was rather grown now. I could see that his form had filled in. As he walked up to me, I could feel a slight tinge of anger. And with his words of a request to leave to settle this elsewhere, I smiled and shook my head.

"Already, Walked in a bar and somebody already want's to fight me?"

He seemed calm. Even more so than last. The Jedi was more powerful as well. I could feel it. He had accumulated more to himself. I cleared my face and took another sip. Followed by slowly setting the glass down on the table.

"Well how are you doing Jedi? I didn't expect you here. Nonethele-"
"Guys, I think you two need to take this outside."

Being interupted by the bartender was not a good thing. I looked right at the Jedi. Searching for his eyes when I looked over to the bartender. On the table was a credit chip. Smiling, I picked it up, running it in my hands.

"It's not very nice to...." While I was speaking I had moved the coin around in my hand. Finally coming to a stop where it looked like I was about to snap. And when I did, I used the force to increase the speed and velocity of the chip. So much so, that when the chip slammed into the guys chest, it went through and through to slam into the mirror behind him. Shattering it into a million pieces. "...interrupt"

[member="Gherron Vael"],

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

For a second, Gherron thought his old adversary would listen. And then, it happened. He didn't have to look. He only heard the sound of the coin going through the man, and he winced in sympathy and remorse. Again, he wasn't quick enough. Sighing softly, he let himself build with force energy, particularly his right arm. "I really didn't want to do this." With a heaving breath, he wound his arm back and slammed his fist into the man as hard as he could, hoping to at least send him to the middle of the courtyard. If he succeeded, he would walk out of the diner and wait for the other to get up. So, his ghost had come back. 'Let's see what you can do, Nick', he relayed to the Sith's head, a show of how he'd progressed in the force. He'd be at a disadvantage, as he didn't have his armor on this time, but it wouldn't matter. He wasn't really interested in fully reconstructing it again anyway.

[member="Vincent Imura"]

 

[Garza]

An attack on me? Expected. As powerful as it was? no.

I had created a shield of the force just in time around myself to prevent the attack from the man, however, I did not protect my back. The wall behind me crumbling as I fell through it. And onto the street where I smiled brightly. My name echoed in my head as the man tried to infiltrate my thoughts to speak into my mind. I cut him off half way through the sentence by shoving my own into his head.

"Touch me again, and I will break you."

I was still flat on my ass as I said it. However, I got up and dusted myself off as he was walking out into the street. People around us wondering what was going on, as well as running away. One passed right in front of me. Male, about twenties, and lean. I clotheslined him easily and sent him sprawling. Once more, we were in the same situation. Me holding someone by their throat, and the Jedi threatening me. With my right hand, I slowly pulled out the Katana. Over the year plus that I have trained with this weapon, I have become so fast that I could rival those with lightsabers. Speed was what I was good at now. Not just abilities and the force. But speed as well.

"Deja Vu?"

[member="Gherron Vael"]

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Gherron wasn't very surprised when the other spoke to him through his thoughts, as he had done. It only made sense. The retort didn't phase him. He'd tried to break Gherron before, and hadn't done a very good job. However, what floored him was when Nick took a man by the throat, his smug grin ever so present.

"Deja Vu?"

Gherron nodded, understanding. Reaching up to the large scar across his face, he set his jaw in determination. It was the very same thing that had set him off the first time they fought. "Put him down, he has nothing to do with this", he called across the square. 'There's no need for this. It's just you. And me." Internally, he seriously hoped the Sith would listen, but every bone inside him said he wouldn't.

[member="Vincent Imura"]

 

[Garza]

His nod was admirable. He knew the stakes now. I had raised the bar fast. He was calm this time. I had to give him that. A good Jedi is one that can learn from his past mistakes. Same with the Sith however. I smiled and lowered my hand as the man's eyes were bulging from his face. I thought he might look almost comical if I squeezed just a little harder. lightly the man's feet started to touch the ground. He was scraping his designer shoes against the ground as this time, local police came to see the problem.

I smiled.

"Nothing to do with this? Well he does now."

And after releasing him, I swung in one motion to cut the man's head clean off. While last time the woman could have survived from the force push, a decapitated head is another matter. His body slunk to the ground as I had grabbed the man's hair to hold his bleeding head up high with a face that looked like he just shrugged his shoulders. I threw the head to the police and yelled over my shoulder.

"Leave now and you might survive."

[member="Gherron Vael"]

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

How could Gherron remain calm any longer? Surprising himself, he did. Even when he watched the man's head separate from his body and his blood spill on the ground. He couldn't just stand by now. He had found a fight, and he knew it wouldn't end unless the Sith's sate for blood was filled. Stepping a few feet up, he plucked his lightsaber from his belt, keeping another similar weapon on his belt. Only until things got bad would he try his new prototype. "By the order of the Galactic Republic, I place you under arrest." He ignited his blade, and the air went still for a few precious seconds. Seconds soon turned into minutes of the two staring each other down, before eventually, Gherron slowly closed the gap between the two, shedding his outer jacket to reveal a built frame. He wasn't the scrawny kid who'd last challenged the Sith. He was an accomplished warrior. He had faced Sith lords in battle. He had returned, not unscathed but better for it. He would not allow this man to take his life again.

[member="Vincent Imura"]

 

[Garza]

I smiled as the police stayed back as the Jedi then activated his lightsaber. Instantly they knew they were in over their heads. I kept looking as the Jedi who was placing me under arrest. I rolled my eyes. Standing there. I moved my feet to be shoulder width apart, Left leg in front of the other, Katana held in both hands splayed forth for him to see. I smiled. Watching not the man's eyes, but him as a whole. Watching to see when the White Tiger would pounce.

And I could feel him gear up as a burst sent him forwards to close the gap between us. Smiling, instead of rushing him, I sidestepped him with a turn, and a step back to avoid the saber and his body all together. He chose to have the first hit over good stance. In the time that the man had died, his blood was spilt over the ground. And was useful to me as with a flick of my wrist, all the blood there flung up to be thrown at his nicely cleaned clothes, face, and even towards his nose and eyes most of all. Eyes because blood burns when its in the eyes. The salt and iron in the blood cause the sensitive surface of the eyes to scratch and itch. And the nose because it was hard to breath with liquid in your sinuses. What do you think a stuffy nose is? its liquid in your nose.

Taking advantage of this, I launched forward with my sword coming in to cut with one hand towards his chest, and from the followthrough, and a slight twist of the blade, would allow a second strike to come at the small of his back. Each one of my strikes lightning fast and was clearly foretold the training I went through to use the said weapon, named respectfully, Storm.

This should be over quickly, and painlessly.

[member="Gherron Vael"]

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Spoiler

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It was time for battle. Gherron watched every move his enemy made. When the blood was lashed out at him from the ground, he put his arm up to block the splatter, and immediately raised his lightsaber. When he next looked up, he had collided his blade with that of Nick's. His wartime senses kicking in, he watched the man's shoulders as they betrayed him, and swiped his blade downward to deflect the second attack. Not giving the other a chance to even breathe after, he followed in with a quick attack to his main sword arm, following that with a roundhouse to the face. He'd learned more than a few tricks since their last face off.

[member="Vincent Imura"]

 

[Garza]

Blood avoided, Sword blocked, and a saber coming for me, I smiled. Reminding me of the old days when we fought with fire in our eyes and anger in our hearts. Now it was sedated to a point where if this lasted as long as it may seem now, This entire city may end up broken and in ruin. The saber was easily blocked as expected of a Jedi, however, the kick was not. Slamming into the side of my jaw, I heard a crack, and pain flooded my face. I was turned to my side. Reeling back from the kick to the face, I scraped the back of my hand up to my face. A trail of blood lengthened on the black hide of my left hand.

I smiled. Already it seemed as though he would be winning this fight if I kept taking these hits. However, he would be feeling it soon enough.

"Good, Doing well right off the bat, but can you keep it that way?"

The sword lashed out to cut towards his neck. An obvious strike to keep him busy and on his toes rather than a death blow. Left hand flashing for a second only for the sound of the wind to come by his ears. Only this wind was very hot and would burn. A power of fire shaping is combustion. meaning by taking material and getting it hot enough, it will burst into flame. The same thing I did with my cigarette that had since been thrown off to the side, but was now used on the man's clothing. most notably his belt where all his possible hidden weapons, gear, and utilities were. As well, Pretty close to his family jewels, and I am pretty sure he wanted kids.

But I was not done as I used my sword once again to come with a cut from his left shoulder to right hip where he would possibly be distracted by the flames on his belt, or clothes, or get burned while paying attention to the sword. But, that doesn't mean there was some other alternative that was there. I never knew with Vael.

[member="Gherron Vael"],

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Reeling back from the potential neck wound, Gherron soon felt a burning sensation on his lower body. Looking down, he quickly tore off his left shirt sleeve to bat out the fire, making sure to put distance between them so the Sith could do no harm while Gherron was preoccupied. As he finished swatting out the flames, the cylinder fell to the ground. A rather simple one, but of course it only served the purpose of training at the point of its creation. That didn't mean it wasn't capable of fighting, however. Drawing it to his free hand with the force, he examined it for a second before igniting the brilliant purple blade. It really was beautiful... He'd obtained the crystal by defeating a remnant. He would prove the saber by defeating the man. Brandishing both weapons, he tethered himself to the force before letting himself feed on emotion. This time, he had a backup plan. He wouldn't lose control. Raising both sabers in a modified vaapad stance, he charged, flipping the purple blade into a reverse grip. When he was close enough, he brought the blue blade across the other's chest, before stabbing downward with the purple, then brought both hands together to fend off whatever attack was next in store.

[member="Vincent Imura"]

 

[Garza]

My swings had missed, but I'm sure that he might have some burns after that. None the less, I watched as he stood there. Grabbing a second cylinder that ignited into a purple blade. Why do Jedi have to be so colorful? Sith it was easy. Black, Reds, Dark browns, and maybe some purple. Jedi? you are a freaking rainbow. I smiled as he came at me with two blades. Moving faster with a clear Vaapad stance, I smiled as I then leaned forward as he came towards me. Smiling, I launched myself forward too, only to drop down and slide down off to his right side with a force shield on to avoid the saber strikes now slicing through the air.

Coming up with a turn on my heels, and the katana splayed out off to my right, and my left arm out as well. I smiled and blew him a raspberry. Only just before sending a pillar of stone and rock to rise out from underneath him. Aiming to push him up into the air suddenly, and to break his stance and form so I could get in there and make a hit.

[member="Gherron Vael"],

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

As fast as Gherron had come, his opponent was quicker in dodging the onslaught. Before he could even think to spin around for another attack, he was kicked up by a solid pillar of earth, which smacked him in the chest and sent him flying a good eight feet up, knocking his weapons from his hands. On his descent however, he managed to cushion himself with the force and not have a bad landing. Brushing himself off as he got back up, he cracked his neck in a few places and gathered the two sabers again. "The rock thing again? You have got to stop doing that." With that, he imbued himself with force speed and went at the man again, this time both blades flashing in a flurry of blue and purple, the latter coming down hard.

[member="Vincent Imura"]

 

[Garza]

Hmm nicely done Nick. Looks like my efforts are not fruitless. Smiling as he was slammed up in the air, I was half tempted to take the sabers that he had, but, I felt like toying with him. Giving him a sense of pride. Taking a second to smile as he commented on my earth shaping, and telling me to stop that, I conjured a flame in my left hand.

"Then this would be reminiscent of our last fight?"

A smug smile broke out over my face as the fire died down. Wanting so much to just toy with him, yet end it all at once. However, launching himself at me again, even faster this time, I waited for the right moment before a second pillar launched up right in front of him to almost comically run into. Just to make sure it worked though, I yanked on his form with the force as well. Pulling on him to smash through the rock and to give him a good few cuts and bruises before he would make it out of this fight.

But, I liked to pressure people. It made fighting very interesting. Even so, I launched myself at him. Swinging the sword in a diagonal uppercut from his left hip to right shoulder, over his head, and back down to cut from his left shoulder to right hip. And to finish it off with a nice rapid stabbing aimed to go through his chest.

Good luck with that Jedi.

[member="Gherron Vael"],

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

'Fol me once, shame on you.' Gherron wasn't an idiot. After having to deal with the rock wall the first time, there was no way in hell he'd let himself fall for it the second time. Stopping just short of it, he wanted to let the remainder of his force break the earthen wall, he did wind up smashing right into it, thanks to the Sith's manipulation of the force. He did try to use it to his advantage however, and kept going straight through the wreckage, narrowly avoiding the swipe made by the sword. When he was finished, he was sure he had a broken nose. 'Better than dying, though.' Turning around to face [member="Vincent Imura"] again, he noted that he probably had more than a few small cute on his face and arms now, and he could feel where the back of his shirt had torn open and oozed a thin layer of blood. "Alright, no tricks. Just your blade, and mine." He set his jaw and stared at the other, waiting for his move.

 

[Garza]

After his break through in learning that there was more than one way to trick him, (pun intended) I smiled as I had missed him narrowly. I could see the scratches and red marks over his face and some of his arms. However, I had a feeling there was more to it than that. More that was hidden under the robes. However his offer may be daunting and rather delicious, I liked my tricks and deceitful tactics. Shrugging my shoulders I came back up in my starting stance.

"No promises, but I'll try my best."

This time it was me to strike first. I closed the gap in two rather large steps to come in with an overhand swing with both hands. Then with a twist of my ankle and my waist, I was up in the air only high enough for a spin kick, and with my left foot hitting the ground, I spun again to send my right foot in for a complete rotation to kick out his legs. This move was gutsy, but as I was high enough to kick him, just about any attack towards the chest and legs were gone, and he would have to suddenly aim up, only for gravity to pull me down, and second kick to topple him over. Which would have me towards his waist and knee level, meaning any attack he did towards the chest and head would also be null and void.

Seeing as how I trained with a Katana, you might expect me to learn some in martial arts that were rather fast and intricate. our first fight? Never even happened I was a brawler then. Still am now. Only with a little more discipline and moves. Sure he wanted a sword fight, but I kind of wanted to hand his ass to him with a few fists and kicks as well. Who could blame me?

[member="Gherron Vael"],

 

[Vineech]

"W-wait, who the hell is sh-" SSPSSH! Forcefully ignited through the chest of a civilian, lied her lightsaber of a red hue. "Mmm, how I do appreciate the flight." Being the cautious type, she hid the corpse within one of the cargo boxes --left to rot, apparent to none. Chuckling to herself from such a sight, she reached the control pad of the cargo ship and pressed a 'red button'. From such, the back end of the ship would lower, revealing that she herself made it to Kaas City. With a darkened cloak covering her figure, she returned the hilt of her saber to her side and left the ship for she was assigned to a mission: Assassinate and or confirm the location or Gherron, the Jedi Knight.

Above all, she needed a refreshment. Not accustomed to the city and its locations, she wasted her first minutes within the city trying to locate a bar or sorts or any location that would fulfill her desires. Although she caught the eye of the common fodder that passed her by, she pressed forth with a sly grin and ruling demeanor about herself. It was only until she dove further within the city that she noticed the flashing lights or red and blue--cliche hues of which the police seemed to be fond of using to alert. Forcing herself through the crowd, she paused momentarily--she sensed beings both strong with the force and in conflicting situations.

"To think I'd be graced with a show before work..how amusing~" Emerging from the crowd that encompassed the scene, she found two clashing figures both damp from the rain and blood--not to mention a lifeless corpse. The dark side relished within one, by assumption the other being nothing more than another Jed-No..it was not an ordinary Jedi, but her target: Gherron Vael. Her eyes widened, hand lowering to the hilt of her weapon as she debated forcing herself into harms way. No, that would be unwise, reckless, impatient of her. If anything, her work could be done FOR her--a promising thought which calmed the Apprentice's nerves as she continued to spectate the fight.

Vincent Imura, Gherron Vael,

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

A smile passed across the rival's face, and he agreed to the terms-but no promises. Putting away his second saber for the moment, he raises his blue blade and prepared for the next flurry of attacks. It came unexpected however, when the man threw an overhead slash at him before jumping and kicking him high in the chest. Though Gherron was able to block away the sword, the second two attacks bit him squarely, and he stumbled back a few feet before regaining his conposure. Shortly after did he stab his saber toward the man's chest, and failing that would send three heavy slashes at his neck, left leg and chest, respectively.

As they fought, Gherron could feel another dark presence entering the crowd that had formed. Another Sith? Possibly, but it seemed much more dim than that if Nick's. An apprentice, perhaps. Someone to watch out for should the newcomer join the party.

[member="Nickolas Imura"] [member="Kunsumi"]