Lahash de Fortia
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Affiliation: Xendorian Guard, Dark Jedi Order, Barsoomian Empire
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Post by Lahash de Fortia on Jan 18, 2021 15:37:39 GMT -8
The left arm shot up to block his saber and Lahash took note of the dull sheen on the Reigns wrist. He saw that same shine every day, a reminder of a time of personal weakness when confronted by his brother Thrane. He couldn't allow any such weakness when confronted by a brother in the Jen'jidai discipline. Chances were he'd lose more than a limb.
He didn't have real sensation in that hand, just a series of sensors. It gave him accurate details of everything that was within his grasp and he knew he could count on the precision of that arm even moreso than his own flesh. Continuing the swing Lahash released the saber hilt, spinning his wrist 180 degrees he caught the saber almost immediately. The blade caught the against the shield gauntlet and Lahash used the contact point as a fulcrum, sliding the blade to come up under the blocking limb. The silver saber collides with the disc blade even as his foot lands against Reigns leg and Lahash pushes against his opponent's blades.
One, two, three strides backwards the Jeddak ignored the twinge in his ankle as he eyed the man before him. Dark combed hair opposite dirty dreadlocks of silver. Reflections in the transparisteel against the vacuum. And even in the sweltering heat of this world, just as cold.
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Post by Reign on Jan 22, 2021 7:08:33 GMT -8
Three strides distant. Reign takes another step back, so that his left foot is forward again. He'll likely have a bruise or two tomorrow...if he's alive tomorrow. The lightsaber in his left hand is held in a guard position, the discblade also close in a poised for defence...or for throwing, depending on need and circumstance. Reign reaches out with his senses now, searching, hunting... but his eyes never leave Lahash.
Reign suddenly launches forward two quick paces, crimson blade leading, and he throws an overhead slash out, aimed straight down the middle of Lahash's face... before it would connect with a block or the man's head, the blade vanishes back into the hilt and Reign arrests his forward momentum abruptly, throwing his right hand forward and launching the discblade into the air straight at Lahash's neck and hopefully underneath the block that would have met no resistance. The right hands flexes after the discblade leaves it, instinctively, like its grasping at something... the crimson blade meanwhile reactivates, but not offensively. Reign knows that Lahash knows that Reign was an early proponent of
Tràkata, and Reign also knows that Lahash is no fan of it. Let him wonder; any uncertainty was an edge, if it could be exploited. Another dueling maxim that was easier said than done.
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Lahash de Fortia
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Posts: 14
Affiliation: Xendorian Guard, Dark Jedi Order, Barsoomian Empire
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Post by Lahash de Fortia on Jan 23, 2021 10:03:25 GMT -8
Swinging his silver blade inward to block the slash the blade deactivates and the discblade is suddenly coming at his neck. Twisting at the waist and dropping his left shoulder backwards Lahash watches the spinning blade pass in front of his face with centimeters to spare. To release his weapon with a man like Lahash in front of him was madness. He could not reconcile insanity with the Reign he remembered, which meant a ploy.
Bringing his silver saber from a leftward block to a rightward slash with an effortless spin of his wrist, the Jeddak pivoted his left foot forward. The longer blade was merely meant to be blocked, and hold, Reign's only weapon; the shoto slashing inwards at waist height was the true attack. The tension between the two of them swirled in ethereal tendrils of darkness. Matching wills manifesting as more than weapons and sinew, the Force itself circled and watched their confrontation. Lahash had an idea of what Reign intended, and well, predictability precludes defeat.
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Post by Reign on Jan 25, 2021 7:19:30 GMT -8
At the Sha Kalan on Yanibar, the art of the discblade is taught with the same reverence as the lightsaber is at any Jedi temple. Like an extension of the body, it should be no less under control in the air than it is in the hand. When it came to such arts, there were Zeison Sha who left even Reign's skills in shadow... but not too many.
As he reactivates his blade from its aborted downwards slash to prepare for the inevitable riposte, he glimpses a small window of potential opportunity. Raising his left hand and pivoting the wrist clockwise (upside down), he twists to his right and brings the blade across just in time to parry Lahash's silver lightsaber, and guard his body as well. When the shoto comes in at waist height, the length of his saber running vertically down the front right side of his body is sufficient to block it, though the pressure on his guard from both blades threatens to compromise it. Immediately slamming his right hand up to brace his left hand, he drives forward with his left foot and his left elbow as he holds the block, aiming to squarely connect his armoured left elbow with Lahash's nose.
The discblade, meanwhile, comes arcing around in a tight circle and in at Lahash's left side, just above the waist... the concentration required is intense, the coordination precise... but it seemed as if Reign had spent his whole life preparing for moments like these. Against a master of war such as the Jeddak, no less would have sufficed. This was their language, where words carried not nearly as much weight as offensive action and tactical manoeuvre.
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