Brothers for Eternity(Nightbrothers only)

[Toxarien]

Toxarien didn't even respond. He drew his saber and leapt through the air, empowing himself with the dark side, channeling it through his veins, his heart, his mind. He called on force rage, and his anger enveloped him as he struck out against the other Sith, using Juyo, his preffered lightsaber style, he tried to overpower the other Sith, and at least make him draw his attention away from Mevos, who would not be able to defend himself against such an attack. He even attacked the other Sith with his horns and claws, trying to drive him back with his flurry of immensely powerful strikes.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The boy figured that inflicting harm on the Keldor would surely draw a violent response from the half breed who was now leaping at him. Scoffing lightly, Ballen-Ist's own arm would lift to level out his blade, twisting his wrist and altering his fingers positioning in order to swing the sword in a powerful rotation. The glowing purple katana he held would continue its movements, swiftly cutting through the air in order to connect with [member="Toxarien"]'s wild Juyo attacks. Having studied Juyo before, the boy would find it rather easy to defend against, employing Soresu in order to defend himself. He would not move onto the offense, yet. The force imbued blade he held would clash time and time again with the Acolyte's attacks, none of them managing to scratch the boy's surface. As Toxarien attempted physical attacks, Ballen-Ist would put to use another key point of Soresu, swiftly dodging the strikes at last second in order to preserve his stamina. The more Toxarien attacked, the more he wore himself out. Ballen-Ist's body would continue to lurch side to side, avoiding strikes, even ducking when ones threatened to severe his head.

The grip he had held over Mevos would have been released. [member="happymirilian"]

 

[Toxarien]

Toxarien growled as [member="Ballen-Ist"] was not even fazed by his angry assault, and he leapt forwards, over the Sith's head, and landed in between him and the troopers. Using the force, he reached out and grappled all of them with the force, sweat pouring down his brow from the exertion of the move, he tossed t them at the other Sith, hoping to distract him. He followed up by blasting out with the force, calling on the power of the Fanged God to create a weak blast of fire that he shot at his opponent. After all, he was only an acolyte, so his force ability was not nearly as powerful as a knight or master. That didn't mean he was weak, though, and he called on the force once again, pulling on the dark side energies that surround Dathomir. He used that power to create ice. His boody was covered in a layer of frost, and he shot a storm of small ice shards at his enemy. He was exhausted, however, and he didn't know how much longer he could last.


[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Pushing on the ground with his booted feet, the boy seeked to back pedal, creating a distance between [member="Toxarien"]'s landing destination and his previous location. Having stepped backwards, Ballen-Ist would watch as his troopers were lifted helplessly off of the ground. Their figures would soar through the air at a rapid pace, aiming to smash into the boy who stood firmly. Seeing as the lightsaber combat had ceased, the teenager would no longer see it appropriate to remain as an unmoved rock, as was the foundation of Soresu. Arching his legs at the knees, the pure blood's cloaked form would back flip into the air, his legs lifting to aid his mid-air rotation. The white clad soldiers would crash into the ground, tumbling violently, some even landing in the powerful river. The youth's feet would slam onto the ground as his back flip was performed, allowing him to gaze upward to see the blazing stream of fire that headed his way. This was unexpected, Ballen-Ist's eyes would widen in slight fear as the flames advanced on him, he had never seen such a thing performed by anyone other than his own master, the previous Enforcer of the Dark Lord himself.

Surely if Darth Ferus were present, he would be proud, for the boy's arms would lift, extending forward as his saber's crimson hue deactivated. The raging trail of fire that had been sent at him would begin to bend to his own will, through the use of the Alter Environment technique he had been taught. Using his basic understanding of physics, Ballen-Ist would seek out with the force, wrapping and contorting it to his will in order to invade the fire that Toxarien controlled, hoping to take it over himself. The fire that was sent at him was a like a raging current, almost uncontrollable like the very river that flowed nearby. Spreading his arms apart from each other, the young pure blood would alter the fire's form, having it expand outward into a shield like style that would also protect him from the ice shards that would melt immediately as they connected.

"Give up, there is no way you can win." Ballen-Ist would call forward from behind the loud crackling of the flames. He had no intentions of killing this man, if anything he would perhaps break him and use him for the future. Though it was extremely likely that he had a master of his own. Maybe he could learn off of the individual, after proving his might.

 

[Toxarien]

"A true Sith has honor, and would not give up without being actually bested." Toxarien spat back. He knew he could not win, and he had no intention of fighting to the death, but even though he was straining his ability to it's limits,he felt freer than ever before, and to prove this he blasted the other warrior with more fire. But this one was weaker than the last blast, and the power sapped his strength so much he could hardly even stand any more. "DIE!! You scum!!!" He roared, igniting his lightsaber and charging at his enemy. He attacked once more, but exhaustion made his attacks slower and less powerful. "DIE!" He continued, although he said it with less conviction than before.


[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Ballen-Ist would pause, his eyes closing as he listened to the words of Toxarien. What he said was true, for the boy himself did pride himself on honor, though honor was subjective in the eyes of many. In Ballen-Ist's, he simply viewed the half-breed as foolish. The youth would furrow his brow as the concentration of force energy began to build up around the Acolyte, before another stream of fire shot forward at an alarming pace. The flames were quick, however they did consume a lot of energy, for the technique was rather advanced, creating fire without a source would leave anyone drained, Toxarien was simply doing the Knight a favor. The heat of the flames had began to dwell, for the user was visibly and audibly getting exhausted. If he continued his onslaught of attacks, it would be suicidal, though Ballen-Ist had no intentions of killing the man. The flames that had been shot at the pure blood would once more become controlled by his own power, adding to the shield that had formed infront of him. Instead of lashing straight out at the man who charged, it would expand upwards in a wave of heat that would aim to loom over head of his opponent.

This would be the finishing move, hopefully his alteration of the fire's form would be enough to slightly phase the man, drawing his attention away from the boy's next move. Lifting his arm, the boy would raise his lightning blade forward before he himself lifted into the air with a force jump. Dust and dirt alike would spray in every direction as he ascended into the air, his blade doing the exact opposite. It's sharp point would soar towards the ground where [member="Toxarien"] was, stabbing into the ground neatly. Nothing would happen for a brief second, for the energy that had been collected within the blade was preparing it's discharge. A wave of purple electricity would be emitted in a bright flash of light, tendrils of lightning snaking their way along the ground that the man stood on. having created a barrier of flames that would prevent him from leaping up, Ballen-Ist hoped to electrocute his opponent severely.

 

[Toxarien]

Seeing his enemy form the fire above his head, Toxarien put up a strong force shield, using all his remaining power to protect him in case the fire came at him. He barely even noticed as the sword cut into the ground next to him. He stumbled back as the sword discharged, and then was blown off of his feet, hitting the ground with and audible thump. His force shield had absorbed most of the energy, but it was still enough to daze him, and leave him smoking. He managed to rise to his knees, and he hung his head, saying "I concede, you win." He said, anger burning in his eyes.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

"You better calm down, with the amount of hatred you possess you will never be able to defeat me. It is useless." He spoke, lifting his arm in order to aim it towards the blade that had been stabbed into the ground. It's handle would begin to quiver as the force energy around it honed in on it's form, pulling it from the dirt. It's shining, electrical form would zoom back into the boy's gloved hand, where he would proceed to sheathe it once more. Looking down at the pitiful half-breed, he could not help but scoff, turning to look at the few soldiers that managed to struggle their way back to their feet. "You are strong, but you do not know the true power of the dark side." He spoke, looking down intimidatingly at the injured half-breed.
[member="Toxarien"]

 

[Toxarien]

Toxarien stood, coming so close to the other Sith that their noses almost touched. "You do not have enough passion in you to call yourself a true Sith, yet you do." He said angrily. "The Sith get all of their strength from passion, and you lecture me on controlling it. You sound like a Jedi." He continued. He turned around and marched over to retrieve his fallen lightsaber. "Who ar you?" He demanded again.
[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

"A pathetic half breed like yourself knows nothing of Sith tradition. I was raised on Korriban among pure bloods, why would I draw on passion to defeat one as yourself," He spoke, pausing before continuing, "You do not possess passion, you possess idiocy." The boy would state, a smug grin spread across his face as he addressed the man he had bested. Turning around, the youth would advance on his soldiers who had managed to get back onto their feet, though they did not hold their weapons. "Get back to the ship." He ordered, watching as they began to trek through the forest once more. Averting his attention back to [member="Toxarien"], Ballen-Ist would speak once more. "You do not deserve to know who I am, the only thing that concerned you was my purpose for coming here, which you have also lost." He stated, rather annoyed with the arrogant fool's attitude.

Lifting his hand, Ballen-Ist would once more reach out with his telekinesis, manipulating the force energy around the duo in order to have it wrap around the saber that had been flung to the ground. It would quiver slightly, before jetting into the air past Toxarien's hand, and into the boy's own. "You know nothing of suffering, you are not worthy of blood that flows in your veins." He spat venomously his previous opponent. Clipping the saber onto his belt, he would look at the man, the smirk still present on his youthful face. The boy's eyes would gleam a bright yellow as he once again lifted his hand, having it's open palm aim forward at the Sith's neck. With brief concentration, the Knight would have a mass of force energy collect towards the man's neck, aiming to squeeze down harshly on it like he had done with Mevos earlier. Turning his head, he would look behind him as he employed his power, not sure as to what the apprentice had been doing. The powerful grip that had attempted to assault Toxarien's throat would continue in hopes of bringing the man to his knees, not stopping until such happened. "Know your place." He stated, before pivoting on his heel. The boy would begin to make his way through the forest, towards his shuttle that had landed nearby. Sucking his teeth in annoyance, he could not help but think the time he had just wasted.