A Brutal Day ( Training)

[Dr. Xris]

Training Rooms

The walls of the Sith Training rooms carried a Silence as a Large Figure stood in the middle of the room waiting for the Acolytes who wished to learn the path of Rage and War. Standing 8'5ft in height and weighted roughly 450+lbs, Kezeroth held his Light-Pike in his Right hand like a staff inactivated waiting. The Gen'Dais Body was covered with a black cloak but still some of his mutated armor infused skin showed through some hole of the cloak. Kezeroth was Big Ugly and a true menace. His Darkside bond showed in his face bringing a sense of dread to the room. Sulfuric Sith colored eyes glew compared to his pale flesh.

Kezeroths teaching's were brutal and view as very different, most of his lessons were not in the Training rooms they were in the Coruscant Underworld. Kezeroth hated the Training rooms they had no feel and always looked bland. Waiting for his Acolytes Kezeroth came Impatient.

[member="Liskarr Drek"]
[member="Alaki"]

 

[Liskarr Drek]

Not a minute more passed before the figure of a female teenager entered the training rooms, her features covered under a black cloak. A swift, stealthy pace took her to the middle of the training room, to stand in front of the enormous Gen'Dai. She removed her hood, revealing her silver and blonde head and her yellow eyes that looked to the floor rather than scrutinizing the large being that stood in front of her because she herself considered it disrespectful. Liskarr knew she would be training with another Acolyte and she still didn't decide if that was good or bad for her, she would know only when she saw who her training companion was.

Kezeroth Bacu was certainly an intimidating sight and it should have been particularly fearsome to her, being as little as she was but instead she felt deep respect and admiration, just the first feeling showing in her actions and expressions while the second one remained buried deep inside her, being perhaps unacknowledged by the very same Dathomiri. She admired him because he was everything she hoped to be some day, utter strength and power. She bowed her head, not speaking yet for it would be inappropriate and simply stupid, the only things that were worth saying would be the answers to the questions [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"] might ask. Her double-saber was hanging from her waist, still untouched.

 

[Bubák]

Oh no! Alaki was late for the lesson. Just by a few minutes, but even those few minutes might be enough for her to lose her head. Especially when one trained among the most dangerous beings in the galaxy and she was so blatantly out of place...

The fallen Padawan's filthy barefeet padded on the floor and carried her through the corridors of the Sith Temple. She rushed through the bodies of other Acolytes, ignoring their remarks concerning her signature in the Force. Soon, after being trained enough, she would be just as corrupt as the rest of them. Alaki already believed herself to be beyond redemption, having joined the Sith, but the sense of reason in her brain swiftly told her to be a false hope. She had joined the Sith simply to survive and to become as powerful as them. While those were definitely selfish reasons, the majority of the Jedi would most likely not kill her for that. She had not done anything worse than joining the Sith and the Light Side of the Force always found enough mercy to forgive those misguided and fallen...

Finally reaching the room, she stopped for a second before opening the door. The intimidating signatures that lied beyond scared her... The Dark Side, still so alien and imposing, yet if she wished to become a Sith and earn her place among those who currently commanded her, the teenager knew she hadto overcome this feeling. Mustering up enough courage, the Chiss opened the door and swiftly moved in, this time not stopping at the sight of a gigantic being that could undoubtedly crush her with his mind if he wished to do so. Alaki paid little attention to the other student as she moved closer to the man who will teach her. The only thing that bothered her a bit was that the tunic and trousers she wore seemed even more rugged than usual. But such was the prize of being several kilometres under the Sith hiearchy pyramid, even lower than Sith Acolytes. As a Dark Jedi, Alaki was nothing but filthy scum, undeserving the Sith power.

Dropping to her knees, she bowed to the Sith until her head touched the ground to express the utter submission to the will of the true Sith.

[member="Kezeroth the Hateful"][member="Liskarr Drek"]

 

[Dr. Xris]

With the Enterance of the First Acolyte [member="Liskarr Drek"] the Gen'Dai judged her as the Casual Sith Acolyte, well Presented, dressed and armed with a LightSaber. Typical for the Normal. The Gen'Dai looked [member="Liskarr Drek"] up and down with a snarl, Baring his Teeth and fangs. He could tell she respect him, she seemed Naive but that was yet to be seen. Kezeroth didn't Like standard Sith even when he was a Apprentice. They sucked up to the Teacher too much and leeched off Power in hopes it would rub off on them.

Opening his mouth to speak Kezeroth was Interrupted when [member="Alaki"] the second Acolyte wandered in...Late. Kezeroth closed his mouth and growled deep staring at [member="Alaki"] as she bowed deep. A sign for hope of Forgiveness maybe? It didn't matter though. Examining [member="Alaki"] now Kezeroth raised a brow. Her Attire was off and she acted different, not a Sith clone..No, Ex-Jedi maybe? The second Acolyte [member="Alaki"] entire appearance reminded Kezeroth of himself when he was younger. Though Kezeroth Did not show it.

Now looking at both of them Kezeroth grinned and shouted " Stand front Wurms! On your Feet.." Kezeroths Voice was deep and tainted with the darkside giving it an unusual tone. Demonic. Bbut before he could taught them more there was something he had to deal with... A late Acolyte. Looking down at [member="Alaki"] the Chiss Kezeroth said " Why were you late..." Her Answer would determine a punishment.

[member="Alaki"]
[member="Liskarr Drek"]

 

[Bubák]

Immediately after hearing the massive Sith speak, Alaki quickly got up and stood firmly on her feet again, her head still lowered in a bow to ensure a lack of eye contact. Looking directly into the Sith's eyes when explaining her failure would have looked as if she were arrogant and wished to challenge the teacher to compare their strength. After joining the Sith, all Jedi tenets have been tossed out of the window as Alaki started doing whatever she had to in order to survive. The Sith were not as forgiving as the majority of the Jedi and Alaki knew all too well that insulting a superior would mean her death or worse. Her eyes focused on the ground in front of her, not daring a to look at the teacher or the other student as she spoke up, her voice carrying a trace of fear.

"I...," she started, "This Temple is new to me. I do not know its layout properly and as a result, I got lost. I apologize, master."

It was a pathetic excuse, yet an honest one. The former Jedi Padawan simply lost herself in the sea of Dark Side presences everywhere, the pain and anger than could be felt in the air. Everyone who wished to become a Sith had to be on time though, as nobody would wait for them. Alaki realized that. She made a mental note to spend more time to get used to the especially strong presence of the Dark Side in the area. And everywhere else, after all. A true Sith had to embrace the Darkness instead of fearing it.

[member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]
[member="Liskarr Drek"]

 

[Dr. Xris]

Kezeroth only glared at [member="Alaki"], she was telling the truth yes everything on her screamed that..but. Kezeroth quickly extending his open hand and shot lightning at [member="Alaki"] as punishment, It was enough to hurt but not kill of-course. Kezeroth still glaring narrowed his eyes and frowned saying " You must be broken in order to be made stronger... Let this be a lesson to you, The next time will be worse." With the Late Acolyte taken care of now Kezeroth could resume and start the training. Putting his Light Pike on his back and crossing his arms Kezeroth began the Introductions.

" I am Kezeroth, I will be the one breaking you down into nothing. You will learn pain and power, you will be taught in the Darkside and wil be expected to show case its power. Failure to do so will result in Punishment of my choosing." Kezeroth paused and continued on. " So tell me why are you here?! Answer me!!" Kezeroth barked out at both Acolytes. The Gen'Dai was demanding and strong voiced he looked at both Acolytes now expecting a Quick answer back.

[member="Liskarr Drek"]
[member="Alaki"]

 

[Liskarr Drek]

No... It was the first and only thought that came to her mind when she felt the Chiss hurriedly approaching the training rooms, dodging other Acolytes in order to reach her destination as quickly as she could. Liskarr's perception of the force was strong enough like to sense [member="Alaki"] when she was on her way to the place. The blue-skinned alien represented many of the things Liskarr could not stand. One of them was that the Chiss was too submissive, how did she pretend to be respected when she lowered herself to the level of filth whenever a figure that deserved respect was in front of her? Of course, she should show the deepest of respects as any Acolyte, perhaps even more considering her past, but such action was like destroying her own honor which she didn't have from a start to the eyes of the Dark Force users. Another thing that angered her, as obvious as it seemed, was the Light that still lived within the alien. The Dathomiri despised the Jedi in a way that was both amazing and fearsome and the mere fact of sensing Light made her heart stir with rage. "She is submissive, she is a Jedi...she is late..." On and on Liskarr would think every aspect of the Chiss that bothered her. It angered but she knew better, she had learned to never underestimate no one unless you wished to die. The self control she had over herself could overcome the massive amount of anger she kept restrained to use when she needed it and did not bother to look at the Chiss as she entered the room, her focus kept in the Gen'Dai.

She wouldn't allow the irritation that the Light-side of the Force emanating from her training companion provoked her keep her from learning and taking advantage of the training [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"] would make them go through...and she knew it would be a difficult one. In addition, she did have her own expectations regarding the fellow Acolyte, by now Liskarr had already growned accustomed to the fact that her anger was easily fed, almost anything made her angry and so she didn't have a real need of attacking the Acolyte, not yet at least.

Liskarr watched how the Chiss was punished with a blank expression, yet a chill ran down her spine. Her eyes hadn't moved from the floor and she answered the Gen'Dai's question with a firm tone that somewhere in its depth served as home to pure, burning desire of power, "I am here to make myself more powerful, Master. I am here because I wish to be destroyed so that I can be one with darkness" She said, the hunger more than evident in her eyes that stared at nothing, with silent passion and utter honesty. She didn't have reasons....she hadn´t fell into darkness, Liskarr had willingly chosen this path.

 

[Bubák]

The burst of the Dark Side hit the teenage girl into the chest, eliciting a pained cry and sending her to her knees again. The most common method of punishment had found its mark in her body many times now, but not enough for her to develop a certain degree of resistance. Being shot by Force lightning now hurt just as much as for the first time, back then on Coruscant. As the Dark Side coursed through her body, making the teenager feel as if someone swallowed her organs, she felt that familiar feeling of anger slowly rising in her heart. Despite the pain, Alaki got up, trying to ignore the cruel agony in her body. A true Sith had to control pain, draw strength from it. This experience only made her stronger, or so she believed. She briefly lifted her head up to glance at the teacher, noting the interesting weapon before lowering her head again and staring at her feet.

The words of the Sith Knight did not scare her. Quite the opposite. She felt more confident after hearing he'll break them into nothing. If Alaki already was nothing, much less than nothing actually, she had nothing to lose during the lesson. Unlike her fellow student, she could only gain, become more powerful. No more punishment had the power to intimidate her enough, except for death of course, as more pain only filled her with more hate, and thus more power and energy. If only she knew how to effectively draw power from the Dark Side though!

Her body flinched ever so slightly as the Knight barked the question, demanding a quick answer. "I want to become more powerful, Master. Become a true Sith," Alaki answered, expressing her wish and explaining the reason of her attendance.

[member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]
[member="Liskarr Drek"]

 

[Dr. Xris]

Kezeroth let silence fill the room as he thought to himself. The Chiss is strong, Broken from the start she will have the advantage so far... But the other Sith Acolyte I feel much rage.. Goood this will be an interesting duo. He thought to himself and then opened his mouth again to start his taunts " Hahaha! Pathetic Truely both of you are weak, not very Sith like after all. Both of you will fail and die in time, But for now you will Arm your-self's!" Kezeroth pointed to the Weapon Rack that had some Swords. " No Lightsabers!" Kezeroth barked.

Kezeroth backed up Letting them have room " Lets see who is the stronger combatant? Yes! There is one Rule No killing, not in the Temple.." Kezeroth looked at them both and shout " GO!" The Gen'Dai expected them to arm them selfs quickly and show the skills they had to start from there Kezeroth could adjust and Continue on. Grinning at them both Kezeroth placed his bet on [member="Liskarr Drek"], her rage was strong. Something the Gen'Dai Admired greatly.

Todays lesson's always depended on how the Acolytes skills were before hand, The more skillful ones continued on while leaving the rest to play catch up. Kezeroth Crossed his arms and started to examine them both for combat.

[member="Alaki"]
[member="Liskarr Drek"]

 

[Bubák]

The following silence when one could hear the other one's breath did not help Alaki's confidence. Quite the opposite, if the teacher had to think of the answers of his students, it may have signalized another incoming punishment. The teenage Chiss mentally prepared herself for another dose of the pure Dark Side to swallow her body and slowly tear her apart, but instead of that, the teacher "only" mocked them. The taunts did not hurt Alaki; already her price as a Sith and even as a Jedi, the young girl did not react to the man's words. Only after the Sith Knight motioned towards the weapon rack with his hand, the Chiss moved her head in the direction before turning her whole body and padding towards it.

She would have vastly preferred her lightsaber, the constant reminder of her former life as a Jedi that she would keep until she became a true Sith, a powerful Sith, but the teacher requested them to take one of the swords and so she followed his orders without question or hesitation. The red eyes briefly studied each and every sword in the rack, analyzing them. While all of them were the same, scratched and cuts in the blades indicated more or less use, and thus the weapon's effectiveness. Upon finding a sword that showed it still had a long journey ahead before wearing out, the Chiss teenager took the hilt into her hand and firmly grasped it, pulling it out of the rack.

The left hand joined the right one in wielding the weapon and the teenage Dark Jedi Padawan took a few swings, her weapon whistling through the empty air. The reason for doing this was to get used to the weapon's weight and get the feeling for its momentum; while blade of a lightsaber weighted nothing and one did not have to be strong at all to cut through almost everything, this weapon depended heavily on its user's strength. In this area, Alaki guessed to have an advantage over the other Acolyte. Same with her training. Being a Padawan did not exclude lightsaber combat, and the teenage Chiss had trained to become a Jedi Guardian before her capture. Oriented on melee combat and close combat in general, the young Chiss again hoped to gain an upper hand over her opponent. Taking a few steps back to get away from the Acolyte, Alaki prepared herself by placing one foot in front of the other and waited.

And so, when [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"] gave the word, the blue skinned girl launched herself at her opponent, dragging the blade beside her body. This served to give her some extre space and momentum once she closed the distance, a wild and strong horizontal swing from right to left, aiming at her opponent's thighs to hurt her legs, and in turn take away [member="Liskarr Drek"]'s footwork that was crucial in melee combat.

 

[Larkoon Darkmat'r]

Larkoon simply looms into the training hall. He yawns softly as he walks over to the violence. The darkness in this room felt incredible. The child acolyte was attracted by the loud noises and force signatures of several beings in this one spot. "Interesting..."

His tone was cool and errie as he walked through the corridor. Once he walks through the automatic doors, he leans against the wall, to watch the combatants.
[member="Alaki"]
[member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]
[member="Liskarr Drek"]

 

[Dr. Xris]

Kezeroth frowned at [member="Larkoon Darkmat'r"] arrival. He was Late aswell but in this case it was OK. He had bit more Experience then the two and he did not interrupt Kezeroth's talk. The Gen'Dai signaled [member="Larkoon Darkmat'r"] over to him. Reaching out to his mind in the Force he said << " Unexpected arrival, For now come and observe them with me." >> Kezeroth Smiled and nodded at [member="Larkoon Darkmat'r"].

[member="Larkoon Darkmat'r"]
[member="Liskarr Drek"]
[member="Alaki"]

 

[Liskarr Drek]

Her anger started pushing its strong restraints when the order was given, it was a complicated task to not unleash her true potential when inside her there was such hunger for fighting. She stood in front of the weapon rack, and started looking the weapons...her decision had been made from the beginning, the dark instinct within her had already chosen the blades that would fight with her and searching through the rack as though she couldn't decide was just a sly tactic which her opponent hadn't seemed to notice. She awaited, the growing rage slowly slipping away from the contention as the heat in her body rose with it. It wouldn't have been a surprise if the Dathomiri caught fire there and then, the amount of anger within her was flabbergasting despite the fact that she still had to learn how to take complete advantage of it.

Finally, the waiting came to an end. When the Chiss was just three meters away from getting to her, the half-Zabrak grabbed two vibro-swords with amazing speed and jumped back-flipping into the air avoiding the low-slash aimed at her legs as the left sword went down over the weapons of her opponent, restraining them for raising while the right one was falling rapidly towards the Chiss' shoulder. She was skilled in melee combat, her small size and unusual swiftness and agility made her a dangerous close-range opponent when armed. This she had learned when she lived in Iridonia and she would be trained together with other Zabrak younglings, using the memories as guides. She had chosen the vibroblades for two reasons; first, they where efficient and second, vibroblades weren't heavy, allowing her to develop her agile style of combat without major difficulties. Her nose was wrinkled as she made some sort of growling expression but without making the sound, her yellow eyes stricken with feral passion where locked into her opponent.

[member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]
[member="Alaki"]
[member="Larkoon Darkmat'r"]

 

[Bubák]

Alaki could only watch her opponent jumping in the air and see her other weapon move towards her left shoulder. The only available option was to duck, which the Chiss did, letting her opponent's vibrosword pass above her harmlessly. Although she was safe from its reach in that moment, suffering no injury, [member="Liskarr Drek"]'s sword kissed the Chiss girl's tunic, adding more damage to the already destroyed cloth, but luckily the sword had not found the flesh underneath. So far so good, but the fact her opponent held two weapons heavily disconcerned Alaki.

Quickly rising up from the crouched position, the Chiss teenager moved forward, offering her opponent no time to rest. The fallen Padawan tried to carry what she had learned about Djem So and Shien into this heavy sword and first tried to deliver a strong stab into her opponent's left thigh before pivoting on the balls of her feet and slashing with her weapon upwards, moving the blade as if to cut the Sith Acolyte across her torso. This attack contained great strength behind it and it would be very hard to block or parry with only one hand, which Alaki wanted to use to force her opponent to use both blades to block this attack and lock the weapons.

If this tactic worked, the blue skinned combatant kicked out with her right leg, seeking to hit the Acolyte's left knee.
[member="Kezeroth the Hateful"] [member="Larkoon Darkmat'r"]

 

[Liskarr Drek]

The Dathomiri was truly impressed, she hadn't expected the Ex-Padawan to manage herself efficiently in combat deprived of her light-saber. In the heat of the moment this only helped to feed the anger that now consumed her made her react naturally to the Chiss's attacks. It was a smart move but she could predict the strong slash that would follow the stab aimed at her thigh and she moved accordingly to it. She moved her left leg in almost perfect coordination to the blade, the edge of it cutting through the black, rough material of her pants and also her pale skin, despite the cut was not deep and only created a stinging sensation as a streak of blood started cascading down her leg. She growled and lifted her two blades blocking the slash before doing something that was either plain deranged or a genius move. She let go of her vibro-swords, making the Chiss fall forward due to the sudden loss of support and jumped forward near the ground, passing through the legs of the blue-skinned alien now being behind of her. Liskarr stopped her short "flight" by placing both palms on the ground and halted the falling of her body for a second, maintaining her weight on her wrists before kicking the low-back of the Chiss with her feet in a movement similar to the one of a wild animal trying to throw its rider, pushing [member="Alaki"] forwards with strength giving the half-Zabrak more than enough time to pick up her blades again aiming a slash at the Chiss' right should to her left hip, luckily the attack would have enough speed like to strike before the blue-skinned alien moved or blocked. It was certainly a peculiar way of fighting, so full of savagery...but it was expected in some way, the anger within her was her fuel, and she was a really angry little Dathomiri.

[member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]
[member="Larkoon Darkmat'r"]

 

[Bubák]

For a second, the teenage Chiss stumbled as her weapon hit her opponent's blades, yet continued to move instead of being stopped by the expected resistance. The vibrosword cut through empty air, tossing away Liskarr's weapons and making them hit the floor with a metallic clank. This moment of distraction and the need for Alaki to recover gave her opponent enough time to slip between her legs. Showing her back to the opponent was extremely dangerous though and Alaki fully realized that, putting all of her focus into firmly planting her feet on the floor and regaining the lost balance. By no means she could allow the other combatant to stab her in the back or attack her from behind!

The Chiss placed her left foot in front of her right in a big step, finally stabilizing herself. Using the momentum carried in the two handed weapon, Alaki spun around, ready to cleave through her opponent with brute strength in the attack... And yet she never completed her move, being kicked into her right side before the full rotation of her body reached its end. This knocked the breath out of her and the blue skinned girl stumbled again, moving backwards and gasping for air before finally losing the balance and landing on the ground with a thud. Hissing in anger and furtration, her hand let go of the two handed weapon and reached for one of her opponent's vibroswords lying around, having fallen in the same place.

The passion in her heart made it much easier for the Dark Side to help her movements, guide her body, so she let it guide her hand and tossed the vibrosword at [member="Liskarr Drek"]'s torso. Not waiting for the result, the teenage Chiss swiftly got up, standing firmly on the ground again, and placed her right foot on the second vibrosword of her opponent, her bare toes gripping the weapon's hilt sligthly and preventing the Acolyte from retrieving her secondary weapon. Looking at the Sith Acolyte with her red expressionless eyes, Alaki raised the blade in her hands, waiting for the opponent to make a move.

[member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]
[member="Larkoon Darkmat'r"]

 

[Liskarr Drek]

Liskarr had the upper hand and the anger, the darkness that inspired her attacks was one of great strength. She desired to win and the Dark forces would guide her, she believed so to such extent that she barely had to think what she was doing as her body seemed to move independently, following a wave of raw instinct that encircled the half-Zabrak. The reaction to the blade that cut through the air, aimed at her torso was quick as a wicked smile spread across her lips. Her body bended backwards with amazing flexibility and as the vibro-sword missed, flying above her folded figure. One of her hands shot up, receiving a slight cut but catching the hilt of the weapon with firmness. The vibro-sword did not stay in her hand for long, the second she took a hold of it was the same one in which she unfolded her back, feeling the contraction of the muscles in her abdomen as she returned to a straight position, and threw the sword, making it spin through the air, aiming at the Chiss' chest. A clever distraction that was, for second later, when the blade was near its objective, the young Dathomiri moved with agility and swiftness towards the leg and feet that held the second weapon. The blue-skinned alien now had to chose: letting the vibro-sword sink its blade deeply into her chest and stopping the Dathomiri of retrieving her second weapon or moving, easily avoiding the flying sword but allowing Liskarr to take the blade which could be as dangerous as just awaiting the blade's strong strike. The young one moved like fire, fluent and fast and with such devastating manners, it was as though a flame lived within her, but a dark one a flame that leaked anger instead of light.

[member="Alaki"]
[member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]
[member="Larkoon Darkmat'r"]

 

[Bubák]

Her eyes narrowed upon seeing her opponent get hold of the vibrosword, the fast movement and reflexes she possessed were certainly something Alaki had to remember to be wary of in the future. Similarly to her own attack, the opponent tossed the weapon back at the blue skinned girl, sending it towards the chest of the Chiss.

Standing with her legs apart in a defensive stance, Alaki mentally prepared herself. The Force guided her, the Jedi training further helping the girl to focus and choose the right moment to move. Through the Force, rather than with her eyes, the teenager sensed her opponent moving towards her, no doubt intending to either attack with bare fists or take the blade Alaki stood on. The hands holding the blade moved slightly as Alaki's wrists flicked to the left, the blunt side of the vibrosword hitting the rotating weapon. Sparks flew through the air as the weapons made contact, which slightly changed the trajectory and momentum of the thrown weapon. The sharp blade now spun next to her head, wildly cutting through the teenager's jet black hair and also penetrating the blue skin on her cheek, revealing the red flesh and blood underneath. The sting of pain and feeling the hot crimson liquid pour down her neck caused Alaki's body to wince slightly, though the young Chiss paid it little attention otherwise.

The thrown blade eventually fell down, but not before Alaki lifted her foot from the weapon hilt where it has been placed, kicking out in hopes of hitting [member="Liskarr Drek"]'s head, which had a good chance of succeeding as the opponent went for the very blade the teenage Chiss had stood on. If the young girl tried to dodge the kick by going to the right, in front of Alaki, the Chiss would bring her blade down in a powerful vertical cut from up to down. Otherwise, Alaki took her chances and made a wide sweep from left to right, both of her arms fully extended for greater reach.

[member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]
[member="Larkoon Darkmat'r"]

 

[Liskarr Drek]

The young Dathomiri was moved by anger, she was growing impatient and that only made her even more angry, something that would have been thought impossible but that the youngling was showing to be absolutely viable. Her yellow eyes, despite always having a savage spark in them, now glowed with kept emotions, one being the strongest among them...hate.

Such a young, short life.... It was unthinkable, even far beyond imagination that a being which had never seen any wrong and that was so naïve of the world around her could be filled with such dark passions. Liskarr was starting to develop a liking for the Chiss, she had proven herself to the Dathomiri and that was something that not many people achieved but, regardless of it, she would still dislike her until she rid herself of any trace of light that vibrated even in the smallest, deepest aspects of her whole and until the rage that was manipulating the body of the half-Zabrak returned to its dark container.

Liskarr didn't foresee the kick that the Chiss aimed at her head and it was thanks to her fast reflexes that it didn't hit her where it was meant too. However, it did hit her in the chest, near her right should throwing her two or three meters away from the blue-skinned alien but not before her left hand grabbed a hold of the vibroswords hilt. The kick had inflicted great pain to the Acolyte but it had also moved her away from the new attack of her opponent, who was now lowering her blade in a slash at nothing and she took advantage of this. With guttural sound that could not be called a growl only by the insignificant fact that she was not an animal, the Dathomiri jumped towards [member="Alaki"], her blade in a very fast movement directed to cut through the Chiss' left arm's skin as she used the Force to keep her opponent from raising her weapon fast enough as to block, at least completely, her attack. This time she was more careful in thinking about what the other Acolyte's reaction may be so she prepared herself for an attack that would most surely be coming from her left but still stayed alert for any unexpected move the Chiss could make.

[member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]

 

[Larkoon Darkmat'r]

The teenaged Zabarak simply complied with the giant juggernaut and leaps over to the monster's right, his arms folded. This fight was quite intruging, as they are both still very cunning combatants. Are they worthy enough for this young acolyte? He thinks not! No one is strong enough to stop this boy.

That being said, he expects a battle with both women to be quite...Exhausting.
[member="Alaki"]
[member="Liskarr Drek"]
[member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]