Shadow Lord
Braze noticed the shift and pressed back. He was still having trouble finding a way in through the impenetrable defense.
He hopped backward, slowing as he panted lightly, taking a few heavy breaths and allowing himself a moment of reprieve. He disengaged his main-hand saber and clipped it to the front of his belt as he twirled the sai-saber into a reverse grip. His right hand reached out, calling to the very grass beneath the Master's feet, coaxing it to worm its way upward and wrap about his boots, seeking to entangle his legs and impede further movement.
Rather than pushing with the Force itself, Braze sent a sudden bursting gale of wind toward the Master, seemingly seeking some means of circumventing the Force resistance typically encountered when two Force-users' wills clashed directly. If he could not break through the Master's guard by strength alone, perhaps he could trouble the footing beneath him instead.
He added breathlessly, a faint edge of playful admiration still caught in his voice, "I bet you never get bored, huh?" The Master's dedication to defense was impressive; frustrating, certainly, but impressive all the same. Every overt display Braze used drained a good bit more energy from him all the same, even as he moved through his array of powers with a terrifyingly fluid ease; focus sliding from blade-work, to grass, to wind, to the subtle pressures of the Force as though each came as naturally as breath.