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Post by Corr on Mar 8, 2015 15:10:19 GMT -8
Abeloths Planet, Ruin of the Ancients
A planet situated in the Maw, this place once housed a Darkside entity of fearsome power. Though she is no longer here her presence had twisted the planet so much that a miasma of evil lurks here still. This isn't the kind of evil that would empower a Sith or other Darksider but a corrupt rot that stains everything around them, making use of the Force distasteful though relatively easy and ample. While no increase or decrease in the power available is evident or duelists may find that grasping their power is quicker to achieve and that they tire less when applying their skills.
The planet itself is shrouded in jungles with strangely coloured vines that seethe and undulate hungrily. The plant-life is dangerous here and will attack anyone that comes into range of their tendrils. Even the water will try to kill of corrupt in this unholy place so caution is needed at all times to merely survive.
Or two fighter find themselves facing off in the Ancient Ruins on the planet. Crumbling rock structures are situated around them, crumbling walls that portray strange runes that depicts tentacled creatures or vines, its difficult to make out. Rubble is strewn about and off to the side rests the Font of Power, a nexus of dark side Force energy. Tainted by the dark side of the Force and the presence of the Darkide Entity, it was said to offer limitless power though at what price is anyone's guess.
The plants writhe and twists viciously around the edges of the ruins as if thirsting after the blood of those who trespass upon their world. There is an overwhelming sense that they are not welcome here and a rumble shakes the ground, thunder in clear skies...
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 8, 2015 16:09:41 GMT -8
A chill descended among the room as a lone shadow silently entered. The Sith Lord stopped and looked around. He was clad in his usual attire. He had dressed himself in his crimson tunic, overlaid with a black cloak and a black set of boots. His hood was raised, shadowing his facial features as he gazed around, searching for his prey.*
*He had traveled to Ruin of the Ancients, following a Jedi by the name of Sihnyad Onasi. This Jedi had peeked the Sith's entrance during his undercover operations in the Jedi Order, and the Sith Lord was currently accepting applications for a new apprentice, although it seemed a conversion was in order.*
*Andor took note of the weapons he had brought with him: his two lightsabers (each hidden under his sleeves and attached to a release mechanism on his forearms, his Neuro-Shock hand which was attached to his left, cortosis-lined prothetic arm. In a holster on his right hip rested a DC-15 blaster pistol with a single battery pack. And his final touch was a single thermal detonator resting in a small pouch on his left hip.*
*He took a deep breath, practically tasting the power of the Darkside emanating from the Font of Power. This place was heavy with the Darkside, hopefully it would aid the Sith in converting the Jedi to a new cause.*"I know you're here, Jedi." His voice was like ice as it echoed through the abandoned ruins, "Step forth and face your new Master."He waited, a grin smeared across his thin lips, but hidden by the shadow of his hood.
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 8, 2015 18:22:36 GMT -8
" A Sith, indeed," Andor sneered, "How observant."
He could sense the Jedi's uneasiness, and... maybe a hint of fear? That was good, just more tools for the Sith to win the Jedi's loyalty.*
*His pale, skeletal hands rose, his talon-like fingers gripping the edges of his hood, lowering it to reveal his face. His hair was white and disheveled, practically matching the pale complexion of the Sith's skin, stretched tight across his face. His eyes were black as pitch, no white, no color, as dark as his heart. His hands lowered, to waist high, his hands clasped together.*
"Do you remember me, Sihnyad Onasi?" His voice was like nails on a chalkboard.*
*His mind was opening to the Darkside, letting its power flow through his veins, empowering him, resurrecting him. "Come. Bow to your Master."
His fingers twitched as his pulse quickened. The thrill of the hunt was taking over.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2015 8:50:44 GMT -8
That voice; there it was again . . . so full of pain. So full of hate. What had happened to this man to drive him into such madness? Why? His words came across to him as if they carried some kind of bitter anguish, like the only way of life this poor soul had known was that of pain. Great pain tearing him apart from the inside. Cultivating some kind of demon of vast evil intent. But why? It was the only thing Sihnyad could ask himself. Why? What happened?
To him, a Sith was something he could never understand. Why would someone choose to live in such pain and peril? Such hatred, bitterness and depression? Long had this man studied the type that stood before him. How they fought, thought and lived according to knowledge gathered into the Jedi Archives, but not once was he ever able to answer his own question of "why this". Was the ability to shoot lightning from one's fingertips (hell, even some of today's Jedi could do that trick) that enticing as to give up one's soul and being to a lifetime of enduring torment? Seemed much too much to him like a one-sided tradeoff where the man got the very short end of the stick.
Sihnyad closed his eyes briefly as to center himself in the Light Side of the Force; that of peace, justice and goodness, and pushing the Darkness away as best as he was able. When reopening them upon putting himself at peace internally, he let his eyes fall upon the figure of the man. It was not a pretty or handsome figure. More sickly than anything. There was no color to this man. Nothing in his eyes or facial features. His skin was so pale it almost appeared translucent as if one could see every vein and muscle at work beneath the soft tissue. Gazing down upon the tattered robes, he saw they were more a crimson in color than much of anything else. it was something different than the typical black which any Sith he'd ever read of or came across wore. "Crimson? A nice touch for a Sith." He nodded approvingly, yet in a manner that carried an un-seriousness about it. "Did they run out of black or did you just want to branch out with a fashion statement of your own." His gaze was now ever vigilant on the man of darkness before him. He seemed to be about his own height maybe a couple of inches taller, but his physique, or build was hard to make out beneath the robes he wore. He could have been much like Sihnyad's own build at a buck eighty-eight, but could have been even smaller or larger as well.
The shrewd comments of becoming this Sith's new apprentice, he let them go and ignored them.
He let his robes slide from his arms and shoulders, falling to a clump just to the rear of where he stood. It would not be long before this Sith did as all other Sith and the was give him an ultimatum in that he could either join him or die. The only possible outcome of which would be an ensuing fight in which he did not intend to die in.
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 10, 2015 9:36:39 GMT -8
The Jedi closed his eyes, collecting himself, no doubt seeking refuge from the overwhelming Darkness that surrounded them. But Andor welcomed it. The Sith was born in it, molded by it. He didn't see the light until he was already a man, by then it was nothing to him but blinding.*
*Sihnyad spoke, his harmonious voice irrupting the Sith's ears. It was too pure. It needed a little tainting. He shrugged off the humorous dialogue. If the Jedi was trying to anger the Sith through humiliation, it wouldn't work. Not again. Andor had learned his lesson.*
*His eyes followed the Jedi's movement as he shed his robes, watching them fall lazily to the ground. Andor smiled, his abnormally white, fang-like teeth shining through his blood red lips. His tongue glistened as it sensually glided across his lower lip. The Sith Lord shivered with pleasure, practically tasting the Jedi's blood already. The shivering of his body caused his black cloak to slide off as his finger unclasped it from his tunic. It fell to the ground and lay limp and lifeless behind him.*
*Round One: Begin!*
His hand flew to his right hip, gripping the handle of his blaster pistol, drawing it from its holster. It rose, barrel aimed for the Jedi's trick and he squeezed off a single shot. It wasn't terribly accurate, but it still posed a minor threat. He hoped to trick his opponent, leading him to prepare for a physical defense against a barrage of blaster bolts. But instead, Andor reached out with the Force and struck out with a mental attack, assaulting his opponent's mind. He hoped to catch the Jedi off guard and to break through his barriers with ease. If he broke through, he would begin to wreck havoc, utilizing one of his finest skills, Mind Shard in attempt to subdue the Jedi before the battle even began.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2015 11:14:40 GMT -8
Sihnyad saw as the Sith's hand slipped effortlessly down to the hilt of the weapon holstered there, a DC-15 blaster pistol. Sith. Always the aggressor, never taking their time to calculate an attack. Even so, as Sihnyad strongly believed in the "better safe than sorry" sentiment, he threw a force push at around the Sith's feet as soon as the movement toward the weapon began. Obviously not having taken the time properly charge the attack, it wouldn't do much in the way of causing damage or throwing the figure any distance, but should be strong enough to disrupt the aim of the shot and likely cause him to lose solid footing and potentially fall forward, at the very least stumble. If not, though, Sihnyad well have exterted a small amount of energy or focus in a wasted attempt. It was his hope that his maneuver would stop the Sith in his tracks long enough to mount a stronger defensive.
Provided his attack worked successfully in disrupting the actions of the Sith, causing him to fall forward or stumble back, he [Sihnyad] would press forward pulling a lightsaber free in either hand from his tunic and igniting the blades as he advanced. A emerald blade would hiss to life in his right hand, while a blade of sapphire would do the same in his right, both across his chest in an "X" as he would move forward. The power of the Force Speed ability in affect as to close the distance before the man could gain footing once more. Dust kicked up with each step as he sprung forward, the folds of his tunic pressed against his chest from the front while flapping lazily at his rear.
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 10, 2015 15:44:30 GMT -8
His mind was racing, adrenaline flooding into his bloodstream. His hand was just gripping the handle of his blaster when he registered his opponent's move. Sihnyad was moving to retaliate, but not how Andor had predicted. He didn't reach for his lightsaber, but instead reached out to the Force. It was only a millisecond before the actual Force push came, but Andor's muscles were already moving into action, his brain calculating a new strategy.*
*A twist of his arms and the two black lightsaber hilts slid into his hands, his feet already leaving the ground. He leapt at his opponent, the Force push sending up rubble and dust into the air as it hit the empty space where his feet had just been.*
* Snap-Hiss. The duel crimson blades shot forth. The Sith's jump caused his body to corkscrew clockwise and turn like a rapidly spiraling drill towards the Jedi, body parallel to the ground. His lightsabers were held out at odd angles from the body, but their blades preceded his head, protecting it from any opposition Sihnyad might hold. The blades criss-crossed at their midsection as Andor spun in a way that would make driving a blade into his opponent's torso impossible without receiving damage. Hopefully, this would deter any remnants of bravery Jedi held. The Fourth Form was designed to overwhelm an opponent with a flurry of motion, and this corkscrew driver was meant to do just that.*
*The crimson blur approached fast as the two opponents closed in on one another.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2015 9:03:35 GMT -8
The Sith towards Sihnyad is some kind of crazy corkscrew maneuver. Had it not been for the Force speed he started before, he may have been able to more easily evade the maneuver but instead had a draw that was all too close. Diving to the right (disengaging his use of Force Speed), off his left foot and to the ground there, he was able to miss his opponent's attack by a mere few feet, tumbling into the ground there. Continuing with his momentum, he rolled back up to his feet in a way that had him facing his opponent once more.
He stepped back into a Makashi stance, right training the left. Roughly sixty-five percent or so of his weight sat back on that foot, while the other thirty-five percent balanced out on his left. His left hand brought the pale, sapphire blade out in front of him, the tip point almost completely horizontal, though angled toward the sky at roughly a fourty-five degree angle or less. The emerald blade carried in his right hand was brought to bear just in front of his chin, point of the blade aiming directly at his opponent, who was probably a rough ten to twelve feet or so feet from him at this time. From here, he sat back patiently, somewhat out of the ordinary for any who utilized the form of Makashi, and focused on himself and his body and movement. His desired outcome would be that win the Sith pressed in close to engage him further in combat, likely lightsaber-to-lightsaber, that his years of training in Art of Movement would allow him to gain a quick upper hand on his opponent.
There he stood, patiently waiting the Sith's next assault, inwardly focusing and keeping his mind at peace, seeing to only the task at hand and the dangers this malevolent world saw fit to throw his way.
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 12, 2015 10:15:20 GMT -8
His blades retracted to his midsection as the Sith Lord completed his attack with a front flip, his back facing the Jedi. But being an Ataru user, Andor's momentum was his ally and there was no hesitation before he attacked yet again. In the brief instant, Andor's feet had touched the ground, his right leg had been further out, taking most of the impact from the landing, his left leg balancing him out. Redirecting his momentum, Andor pushed off with his right leg, his body turning counter-clockwise to face Sihnyad. His body flew about four feet into the air, both of his lightsabers held at shoulder height, blades protruding behind him over his right shoulder. His arms were bent at the elbows.*
*He came down on the Jedi with wall of brute strength. Coming down from a slightly higher angle, Andor chopped down with both lightsabers, his left blade (which would be a little more strong due to the fact it was a robotic arm) going for the the Jedi's emerald blade that stuck directly outwards. Andor's right lightsaber aimed for the sapphire blade that was held at an angle. The two blades rained down, like an axe splitting firewood, powered by Andor's speed, the momentum of his fall, and the physical strength of the Sith Lord's arms.*
*With the sheer force of this attack, and the suddenness of his transition, the Sith Lord intended to slam Sihnyad's blades out of his path, and possibly slicing into the Jedi's own body, if he weren't able to hold manipulate them properly. His two crimson blades (if breaking the Jedi's defense stance) would be targeted to to sever his right arm at the shoulder (his left blade) and to slice into the top of the Jedi's head (his right blade).*
*Let it also be duly noted that when the blades make contact (if they do), Andor is still in the air, his legs further away from Sihnyad than his torso.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2015 11:45:55 GMT -8
So when all else fails, go to brute strength. Seems typical of a Sith, just it has been a surprise it took this long to get to that point and it hadn't even been that long yet. The Sith had pivoted and sprung back into another attack, leaping into the air to, no doubt, try and add to his attack's power and or effectiveness. Nevertheless, Sihnyad had to be careful in whatever course of action he decided to take. He could choose to simply take a side step and pray the Sith wouldn't try and extend his reach. Or, he could roll out of the way and possibly aim a force push at the Sith's center of mass to try and throw him into one of the down stone pillars or force push without even having to roll out of the way. The options were nearly limitless at this point, and there was plenty tof time to assess and react as the Sith came barreling toward him.
Instead of sit back and take any time to think, Sihnyad reached to the Force for its guidance. He waited a moment until Andor's attack was just about to be unleashed in the driving slash that had been intended, stepped to his left twice, removing him from the vicinity of the Sith's "blood circle." His movements were abrupt and quick, aided by the effects of Art of Movement which had now come into play pushing him off his right foot and to where he needed to be, just outside of the Sith strikezone.
His were held in a defensive posture as before. He readied himself for another attack from the Sith, only this time gathering the force to harness it into an attack should his opponent do as he had predicted now.
There was a method to his staying from attack at the present, one that he knew full and well and would wait until just the right time. Up to this point, the Sith's attacks had been easily to evade for him and had not cost him much in energy past that of the force in the simply maneuvers he'd done so far.
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 12, 2015 15:44:08 GMT -8
He was just about ready, his muscles tensing to strike down his opponent. Then, in the blink of an eye, Sihnyad had moved, stepping to Andor's right, just outside of his reach. His body passed by the Jedi, but he did not try to change his attack in mid-air, he wouldn't have been able to alter his direction anyway. His mind drew on the Force, feeling its power energize his body. His feet hit the ground and he slid about two or three feet, sending up rubble and debris from the deteriorating ruins.*
*He whirled around counter-clockwise to face the Jedi, his right foot behind him, setting himself into a proper "back stance". This back stance had his right foot taking most of his weight, with his toes pointed out towards his right, making an "L" with his left foot, which extended before him, his toes pointing at Sihnyad. His lightsabers were held at an "X" across his chest, providing a basic coverage of his torso. It was a very basic defensive position as Andor was expecting a counterattack from the Jedi.*
*Andor took a deep breath and settled his mind. Sihnyad was fast, being able to avoid Andor's flourishes with ease. If Andor continued with his current tactic, he would be worn out within no time, and if the Jedi didn't fall, the Sith would find himself in a steaming pile of Bantha Fodder. His muscles were warm, just heating up, a bead of sweat appearing on his brow. It wasn't anything to worry about... Not yet.*
*His mind raced as he sought for other options to dispatch his foe.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2015 18:24:38 GMT -8
So now the Sith slowed down a bit, possibly a sign of needing to catch his breath already. No, not that. It was too early for man to already be tired. Hell, he'd only had two failed attempts to strike him. This Sith was smarter than others he'd studied, perhaps an upgrade in the machine that pumped out new Sith at a scary rate these days. For to have once believed the Sith exinct to the present day where Sith seemed a common occurrence was quite remarkable. Sith were survivors, that much was true and something Sihnyad almost marveled about them. No matter how many of the spawn of evil were vanquished, there always seemed to be another to take their place. Remarkable, really. However, he was a Jedi; a member of an order sworn to destroy the Sith while guarding the values of peace and justice. Democracy and order.
Sihnyad fell from his stance now, allowing his arms to relax more to his side, though never shifting his gaze from his opponent. He took a few steps back from the Sith, increasing the gap to about twelve or fourteen feet again before letting his sabers point leisurely toward the ground, feet back to being shoulder width apart. His vigil was constantly kept on the Sith so that he would be able to counter if the Sith threw himself at Sihnyad in yet another wasted effort.
His hands tightened around the hilts of his two blades as he thought briefly about pressing an attack himself, but decided instead that the time was not yet right for any such attempt. He had to wait for that time and in that time he would be able to press and hopefully better the Sith. Then he would be able to finish this. He would be able to purge the galaxy of yet another from the ranks of the Sith and hopefully bring a little light to this place, but even that seemed out of reach. It's bad when even the plant life reeks of malevolence, yet another thing this world had cooked up to play into this fated encountered. The tendrils wrapping around the fallen stones the littered this ruins of this place. They climbed walls and naturally spread through various spot on the ground. They were all around and he had the funny sensation that he would need to watch out for them as well his attacker.
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 15, 2015 13:39:33 GMT -8
Andor's eyes observed every movement of the Jedi has he slowly lowered his guard, he backed away increasing the distance between the two combatants. Taking the opportunity, Andor took a deep, full breath, opening his mind further to the dark side, which surrounded them, constricted them and ultimately was overwhelming them. To Andor, it was a comfort. To Sihnyad, however, Andor could sense his uneasiness. He was like a cornered animal looking for a way out, to escape the danger.*
*Andor remained calm as his mind processed the countless options to engage the Jedi once more. He seemed proficient at dealing with Andor's use of Ataru, the Jedi's agility easily matching the Dark Lord's, if not bettering it. Andor's mind recounted many memories of his training on Gyndine with Lord Phantom, head of the Palpatinian Order of the Sith. It also remembered the duels, the agony, the humiliation he had suffered amongst his other peers, trying to climb the ladder to call himself a Sith Lord. Countless times, Andor had landed himself in the Medical wing, where medical droids would piece him together through extensive surgeries. Phantom had always ordered the droids to never give his apprentices anesthetics to ease the pain and to put them under during surgery. The pain was excruciating.*
*Andor stood there in reality, feeling the fiery pain in his left stump as he recalled the day a crimson lightsaber had torn his arm from him at the elbow. The pain, the anger, the hate began to fuel the Dark Lord as he erupted into a loud roar, his power multiplying with his rising emotions.*
*Round Two:*
*Andor took a step towards Sihnyad, then another, his lightsabers still forming an "X" across his chest. With his mind he attacked seeking to accomplish what he had intended to do in the beginning but was never given a chance. He threw his consciousness against the Jedi's, seeking to break through his mental barriers and to perform Mind Shard and to tear his opponent's mind to shreds.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2015 19:29:34 GMT -8
Something his former Master had longed harped on him about was to never let down his mental defenses. Lowering your physical guard was one thing but if you lost the battle in the mind, you stood no chance from there on. No. Master Tokare had endlessly drilled him in such matters and if he could keep him out of his head now, then he felt sure as the fact the sun rises that he could keep anyone out. "Your mind, your greatest ally and enemy, it is" he would say. "With weak mind, defeat quickly follows and defeat, no one wants. When the battle up here, and never lose you shall."
He thought briefly, recalling many of his former Master's words. Just as now, when Master Tokare would assault his mind through the Force he would quiet himself and focus. He would be calm before releasing a relentless assault. It was, in a sense, the calm before the storm and what Sihnyad had learned from all that rigorous training was better to disrupt the focus and concentration than try and withstand the barrage that might be release on his mind. Truth was, Sihnyad did not know what the Sith was preparing, nor what the dark sider planned to unleash on him, only his Master's teachings no matter how bizarre he had thought them to be at the time and this whole scenario now was unfolding like one of the many sessions with Zayne.
He took in the Force, to grab a small rock, soon after hurling it toward his opponent's head and neck region as his right arm thrust forward from his body in a fluid motion. If it were to make contact with the man, it would by no means cause any significant damage but should more or less disrupt the focus. There it went, speeding straight toward the Sith's temple region along the orbital bone of the face. It had since been released upon "throwing" it at the individual allowing for Sihnyad to now press forward. The time had come now for him to press his assault. The time had come for him to finish this Sith or for the Sith to finish him. It was time for the green, blue and red blades to dance in the vast deadness of this place. To bring a light, though artificial to illuminate the shroud of darkness and hopefully cleansed so of the sickness that plagued this world.
His charged started with a right foot passing the left. Sabers brought to bear at about chest level moving at the pace of which his arms pumped upon each step, closing the twelve to fourteen foot gap in mere seconds. This was it. The time was now.
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 16, 2015 20:38:30 GMT -8
Andor's mind pushed forward, like a giant wave rising above the ocean, attacking Sihnyad's mind. As soon as their minds collided, Andor noticed a flicker of movement as the Jedi's arm thrust forward, projecting a small rock for Andor's head. He delayed his attack once again, the pent up energy flowing through his body, threatening to burst. It needed to be relieved. His head was pounding, his heart throbbing as the dark energies grew. He hadn't found a substantial outlet since Sihnyad was continuously redirecting his focus. If he could simply let off a single attack, he knew the power behind it would be enough to kill the man.*
*Andor took a step back and to his left, narrowly dodging the projectile as it sailed harmlessly past him. His step put his body halfway behind one of the many pillars in the room. A second step and he was gone, hidden from Sihnyad's sight. He would be hidden only for a mere second or two, but that was all Andor needed. In an explosion of power, Andor created a doppleganger of himself. An exact replica appeared behind him, still hidden by the pillar. It stood there, clad exactly as Andor, holding two crimson lightsabers. It was indistinguishable. Although the clone was just a powerful illusion, it could do everything Andor could do except physically touch or move objects. It made noises, it could talk, and it could all be perceived by Andor.*
*Andor emerged from the pillar on the same side he had disappeared while, simultaneously, the doppleganger emerged from the opposite side, slightly to Sihnyad's right at about the two o'clock range. They both smiled that mischievous smile, revealing those pearly white fangs. They stood in the same stance. The left blade was held at hip height, blade going upwards and across the torso to the right shoulder at a forty-five degree angle. The right blade was held at head height, blade pointing out, directly in front, similar to the opening stance of the defensive form, Soresu. But there was no defensive tactic here.*
*This was it. The time was now.*
*The two bodies closed in on the Jedi, engaging the offensive yet again. This is where it would get tricky for the Jedi. Which Sith was the real Sith? There wouldn't be enough time to decide. They attacked. Andor came in, his left hand arching upwards in an uppercut (from his right hip to left shoulder), backed by the power of his mechanical arm, looking to take off the Jedi's right leg around the mid-quadricep area. He followed through by stepping forward with his right leg, thrusting his right blade forward, lunging it for the man's chest, aiming to pierce the heart.*
*As soon as Andor attack, so did his illusion. Coming in from Sihynad's right, it stepped forward with its leftt leg, bringing the left blade down in an overhead smash, aiming to take the man's right arm off from the shoulder. It followed through by stepping forward (right foot now forward) bringing the right crimson blade across his chest (from right to left) in a horizontal slash aimed to slice through the Jedi's stomach.*
*Andor knew he couldn't hold the doppleganger long, not while having to focus on combat. For now, he was capable of such a feat, but the longer the illusion laster combined with the length of the physical combat, Andor would have to pick one or the other.
*With seemingly four attacks to block, Andor could only hope that the Jedi would make a mistake and finally fall prey to Sith Lord's blade.
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 17, 2015 7:31:57 GMT -8
The two Sith kept the distance even with the Jedi, as he backed away, slowly spreading out to his 3 o'clock (The Doppleganger) and his 9 o'clock (Andor). But they did not hesitate, as they launched into their attack.*
*The two bodies closed in on the Jedi, continuing to press the offensive. Andor came in to Sihnyad's left, his left hand arching upwards in an uppercut (from his right hip to left shoulder), backed by the power of his mechanical arm, looking to take off the Jedi's left leg around the mid-quadricep area. He followed through by stepping forward with his right leg, thrusting his right blade forward, lunging it for the man's chest, aiming to pierce the middle of his torso, except on the side, looking to skewer him from one arm pit to the other.*
*Should Sihnyad choose to defend against the real opponent, Andor would quickly thumb the pair of activation switches on his twin lightsabers, employing a technique known as "Trakata". This would prevent the Jedi from interlocking blades, ensuring at least one hit.*
*As soon as Andor attacked, so did his illusion. Coming in from Sihynad's right, it stepped forward with its leftt leg, bringing the left blade down in an overhead smash, aiming to take the man's right arm off from the shoulder. It followed through by stepping forward (right foot now forward) bringing the right crimson blade across his chest (from right to left) in a horizontal slash aimed to slice through the Jedi's stomach, effectively cutting him in two.*
Andor's attacks were swift and agile, him and his illusion blending together in a sequence of attacks. The Darkside rushed freely from his body, empowering the dopplganger. But Andor knew he didn't have long. A prickling sensation began to develop in the back of his mind, like working a set of muscles to their limits. Sweat began to quickly develop of his forehead and his lower back. But fortunately, also appeared on the Doppleganger's so that no difference could be observed.*
*He was getting tired: growing desperate. This Jedi was good, maybe even too good. Andor could feel his desperation and fear growing as the odds seemed to fall against him. The Sith welcomed the emotions, letting them pile on top of each other, growing to the point where they would soon be uncontrollable.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2015 14:57:16 GMT -8
Perfect. The Sith and his illusion were falling into the trap he'd. None of what he'd done and the area he'd put himself was by coincidence. The pillar just behind him and the Sith closing in forcing his opponent to hang onto to the false image all the longer. It would likely have drained him a great deal by now, the image flawless in every visual means. Even the gleam of sweat of the brow was identical. Fantastically so meaning that much more focus and energy was being stripped from the foe before him. This was it, the time just before the strike of his opponent would commence His inward focus, his calming drive aimed to a single jet of the force. He leaped high into the air, calling upon the force to aid him, flipping backwards so as to land atop the pillar. Quickly, he carried through with his momentum, vaulting backwards in a similar fashion and flipping in the same manner.
He landed on the other side of the pillar, body falling into a kind of crouch as his knees bent to lessen the impact before continuing down into a kneeling position with the right knee making contact with the ground. His focus stayed upon the beam and in an instance both hands shots forward, powering through with a Force push aimed at about six to seven feet up the pillar. His intent was to place enough force behind this attack to cause the stone to topple forward and ultimately crush the Sith below it.
It worked, though not to the extent he had wanted, the power of his push not enough to send the hard stone forward in an expedient fashion. It toppled slowly forward, the power of the push only enough to expand on a previous crack, allowing the planet's gravity to do the rest.
Damn! His intent had been to finish this now, with one swift movement, but with how slowly the thing tumbled forward, even a cripple might be able to avoid it. Likely, this fight was continuing and now the faint glimmer of sweat on his brow began to bead. His breath was slightly heavier now than it had been prior, but that did not phase him. There was still a lot left in the tank. A lot that he could do. Likely a lot more than his counterpart had left to give.
The forest was still to his rear, now only seven feet or less behind him. He exhaled slowly, sensing for the Sith among the dust and debris kicked up upon the stone's collision with the earthen sediment.
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 17, 2015 15:53:23 GMT -8
Andor was about to strike out when his opponent left back, landing on top of a pillar. In an instant, Andor dropped his guise, the power ultimately overwhelming him. He dropped to one knee, his breath ragged, as Sihnyad took his second jump, landing behind the pillar.
"Coward!" Andor screamed, gasping for air. His head was pounding, having exerted so much power with his doppleganger. His tank wasn't drained completely, but a large chunk of it had been consumed. He didn't foresee himself performing any spectacular feats anytime soon. He could recover, but it would take time. Maybe he could hold the Jedi off long enough... Although he doubted it.*
*He stood up, his body pleading him not too. The pain in his head infuriated the Sith Lord. Although he didn't relish it, he welcomed it, letting his emotions fuel him. He looked around, trying to find his opponent when he felt an explosion of power, rocking the broken pillar before him. Andor's eyes looked up, observing the pillar as it slowly began to topple forward, threatening to crush him. His black eyes went wide as he dove to the side, his body crashing heavily into the ground. The wind knocked out of him, he lost his grip on his right lightsaber, the blade deactivating and the black hilt rolling away from him, stopping a few feet away.*
*He laid there, his lungs taking in small amounts of air in the sporadic inhalations he took. CRASH! The pillar landed just a few inches from his left, sending up a cloud of dust and debris. Andor gave a cry of pain, audible for the Jedi to hear as the pain in his head spiked. Maybe the Jedi would feel the Sith's pain and think that he was caught underneath the pillar.*
*That's what Andor hoped. His right hand fumbled with the small pouch on his hip and produced the thermal detonator. The timer on it displayed it was set for 5 seconds. He activated it, the number silently flashing to 4.*
*He laid still, focusing on his pain, letting it fuel his body, as any Sith was trained to do. He couldn't see Sihnyad, as he was on the other side of the fallen pillar, but he could sense his approximate location. His head seared, his body drenched in sweat. His back hurt, most likely bruised from the ungraceful dive Andor had just made.*
*3 second. Andor lobbed the grenade in the Jedi's location, hoping to give him a bit of surprise. He was fully aware of the the destruction the detonator could cause in such a fragile arena as the crumbling ruins that they were beneath. The pure concussive force would no doubt bring down chunks of the roof and some of the surrounding pillars.*
*His right hand then shot down to his pistol, unholstering it and bringing it to bear as he popped his arm and his head above the pillar. The dust was still in the air, and Andor's visibility was low. But his eyes locked onto a faint bluish-green glow, no doubt from the Jedi's lightsabers. Fortunately for Andor, his own lightsaber was still behind the pillar. He fired a four shots in Sihnyad's direction, hoping to take his attention away from the thermal detonator whose time was probably displaying a 2... maybe a 1. Although Andor's shots were not terribly accurate, they seared in a beeline path, straight for Sihnyad's body, one or two of them having a chance to score a hit.*
*Andor's vision began to blur, no doubt an aftermath of his excessive use of the Force. He took a deep breath, and the stabbing pain in his head dulled by the slightest amount, but nothing big enough to make a difference.
"Hold him off, Andor" He thought to himself, his teeth clenched in pain, "Keep him occupied long enough for you to pull through."\
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