By The Water.

[Darth Ferus]

Krest landed behind her, facing her due to his spin. He kept his blade high, deflecting hers along its edge before he leaped back again. He focused the force in his free hand, watching her close before rushing back in, once more in Ataru. He flipped over her, slashing once for her head before sending a charged force push down at @[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]. His force abilities weren't as strong as his forms, but charged and this close it might be able to do something.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

She turned faster than she could stay stable, which saved her life and her head but the force push that followed slammed her back into the ground as she was already off balance. The breath was knocked out of her as she laid there and looked up at the man as he stood now after completing his strike. She pushed herself up slowly and knelt with a hand on the ground. @[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders. He placed both hands in his saber's hilt, spreading his feet apart. Back into Ataru. His gaze never left @[member="Alexandra Cinthra"], and he waited for her to stand. No need to rush back in. This time, it was his turn to give her some breathing room.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

For the first minute or two Alexandra just knelt there, her hair over her face as she breathed hard and tried to recover her breath, that is until suddenly she stopped breathing apparently and the pain and fear began to roll off her in a singular moment. The only sound erupting from her obscured face was a laugh, a one that suggested she was enjoying every moment of the entire experience. Her feet pushed her up and her blade were retracted so she could reach up and tie her hair behind her head before reigniting them with a smile on her face even though her pain and fear fell off her in waves. "Your move." She was far from done, relying now on her emotions to feed her power, to feed her the strength she needed. @[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest kept still for a moment. He shifted his hand back before leaping for @[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]. Mid-flight his leg seemed to pop open. This was due to the mechanics in the limb. A hilt of a saber shot out and Krest caught it, igniting the blade. A blood crimson blade and his light blue blade each in one hand. He lands in front of her, slashing with both. He cartwheels to the side, his two blades tearing into the air.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

She stepped back and let his blades crash upon hers, though this time her defense held as she fed on her own pain, fear, and determination. "Oh, now you are going to be sorry." She pushed off his blades and sent two quick jabs at both legs before sending a slash at his right arm with her left blade while the right blade was held in reserve. Her entire body was running off her emotions now, reserving that final bit of physical energy for when she needed it, infact her speed and strength purely relied on those inner emotions as well as Krest's own, drawing strength from both her enemy and herself where most usually draw it from only their enemy. @[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest pulled his blades back and went to the defensive, catching hers along their edge. He faltered for a moment, surprised by her rage. But he didn't budge from his spot. Once more he pulled on his rage, his actions empowered in a similar way to @[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]'s. He dropped suddenly, swinging his mechanical leg out for hers to knock her down. At the same moment he'd rip his red blade up, trying to catch her on the way down.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra smiled and started reaching out to take a hold of his rage if possible too, her legs propelling her back as he droped to the ground to try and pull her legs out from under her. She smiled and kept her blades lit while she waited for his next move, her mind reached out though and closed around a thick branch nearby and a half dozen fist sized stones as she slowly backed up. Het smile was slightly disturbing to seem it was something that you would expect from someone half crazy but she was drawinging in emotions that she had barely a hold on her actions so the fact that it made her look crazy doesnt fall far from the truth. @[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest took off like a lightning bolt from his crouched position, his form twisting midair. His sabers would glow brighter, force building up in the blades themselves before he slashed out with them. Two waves of pure energy fly from the blades, ripping through the air towards @[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] with Krest close behind. He'd close in, cutting his blades through for her chest in an x pattern. He was now in a focused rage, ignoring everything but this fight. He had no smile on his face, but he didn't have a frown either. Instead he keeps his face expressionless, but he can't hide the pure thrill he was having. His mind was that of astounding joy.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

The energy hit her square in the chest, forcing her back before she planted her feet and caught his blades on hers and held them there with the smile still there, her fear and pain mixing in the air between them while she held her defense. She did push off though, she was waiting, judging, hoping for the next strike to be equally entertaining and challenging. It had turned into this, who would run out of fuel first and collapse, it was a duel of exhaustion one that would not be won until one or the other was down and out, her pain from the scarring on her back and her side merely feeding her now as she held it. @[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest smiled lightly. It was true, they both were on par, able to take each others blows and continue on. But to fight until one was exhausted.. Krest's side started to throb again. In his controlled rage he did not feel the pain, but it was slowly wearing off and his broken rib started to hurt again. He grinned through it though, not about to be outdone by @[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]. He threw both sabers through the air, having them both cut for the woman's figure while he ran behind it. He built the force up in his hands and once he was close he thrust his fist outwards, much like a boxer. Focused waves of force burst from his hands, extending and empowering his punches as he continued on. His sabers weren't his focus now, he wanted to see if his 'boxing' could hold up against a saber.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

This was the part when someone just gave up and quit if they were smart and cowardice... sadly Alexandra was having far too much excitement to just up and quit. Because while she could knock the sabers away with a bit of challenge, it was this new tactic that finally had her running around like a chicken with its head cut off. She had never fought a unarmed target that resorted to punches and his hands to fight, and now she tried to compensate with quicker tighter slashes at him, backing up as his hands continued to hit her in the shoulder, the gut, the arm, everywhere that she became slower and slower with each punch, she was over working her ability to use the pain as it was even beginning to overwhelm her. @[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest moved, his form ducking and weaving the sabers. Light cuts from them burned into his flesh, but they weren't enough to stop him. He tilted his head to the side as her blade went by, it singing the side of his face, but at the same time he sent a fist for her chin, utilizing the force at a point blank range. The Force boxing was ineffective at a rage, but the closer it was, the more damage it could do. Krest grimaced as he sent the fist though. His body was already marked up by her saber, macing the technique ineffective unless he could dodge @[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]'s blade completely, and he couldn't.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Her blades shut off as she backed away, her body aching and the lst of her control on the emotions that swirled around her gone, forcing her to double back and calm herself completely as she began to breath harshly, the battle was over and now her body needed to catch up as she fell back and just lay there breathing harshly and slowly. "You... win..." She managed in between breaths as she lay there with her body aching, everything in her screaming out for her to go to sleep or pass out but that was not something she could do right now. @[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest fell to a knee, panting. His side smarted, causing him to clutch it. "I wouldn't say either of us won.." He grinned a bit before grimacing, holding his side tighter. His whole body hurt by this point, his skin singed where her blades touched. He fell forward, still holding onto his side. "So.. Now what?" He asked between pants. He didn't think either of them would be moving any time soon, but he wanted to ask @[member="Alexandra Cinthra"].

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

"That's up to you, nearest town is ten miles that way, better start crawling." Her tone was joking as it came out, accented by the pain and exhaustion that flowed through her body and showed itself as her chest fell and rose slowly. She was smiling and looked up at the sky as several clouds drifted over the head and let shadows fall upon the ground around them. @[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest rolled over onto his back, laughing. Which hurt. He quickly grunted, a grin on his face. "You almost fight like a sith you know." This whole fight proved a couple of things. One, there were people Krest still needed to get stronger to defeat. Two, @[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] was impressive in a fight.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

She laughed weakly and nodded. "You could say that i was a victim of the Sith practices once, but i made sure that i left that life behind and only took what made me stronger with me when i erased that part of my life." She breathed in and pushed herself up slowly to a sitting position. @[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest stayed sprawled out, laughing. "Typical of the Sith though right? Always doing something you'd regret." His breathing was calmer now, but he still hurt. No moving for the Zabrak yet.

"I still say you should be a Templar."

@[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

He remained silent for a full minute, staring up at the sky and staring at the clouds before looking at Krest. "There is a reason that i act and operate alone, is there ever a time when you feel restricted by the rules of your order, ever a time when you wish you could just be free to do what ever you wish when ever you wish? That is the reason i havent taken you up on your offer, that is the reason i am not a Jedi or a Sith, which is why i live here alone." She did entertain the idea though, but the politics of being a Templar were not worth the restrictions that might seem miniscule to others. @[member="Krest"]