Common Sightseeing

[Asajj Novar]

"I know so much about you because of your beliefs." Asajj hissed under her breath, doing her best to look calm despite her shaking hands and inner rage threatening to burst. [member="Ithnan Cryo"] was exactly why she hated the Sith. They all thought themselves unique. But the Dark consumed everything, changing it's wielder to a carbon copy killing machine who wouldn't hesitate to kill a child if they had to. She clenched her fists again.

It was her refusal to kill a child that labeled her a failed Sith.

Oh how she wanted to scream at this man how wrong he was. How much she knew about being Sith. She grew up as a Sith, from the day she was born. Yet she had to keep those thoughts to herself. She was about to continue on with something else about hating the Sith and what they stood for when his next words hit her ears, freezing her in place. Deep down she knew he wouldn't just let her go, but as she turned her eyes to see his smug smile the Dathomir knew instantly that she wasn't going to be able to get away without a fight.

And so she ran. Like a bolt from a boltcaster she burst from where she was standing, her cybernetic feet hitting silently against the ground. This was her chance, while they were away from his allies. His overconfidence would let her escape, right?

 

[Ithnan Cryo]

As his feet motioned for a long sprint his mind did a run through of the events happening. Running, a thing he wanted to avoid as it left him with having to chase someone through this wretched city again, but also because it spared the idea of having this be a simple transaction of information. Now he'd either have to restrain her and forcibly get the knowledge he wanted or apprehend her and dig through her mind in a more private and secure setting.

Despite either option, the fact remained that he needed to catch her first. The girl was fast, a testament to his theory that she was far more than capable of handling herself, and fired off away from him as soon as she could and with no thought of stopping if he tried calling her back. So he indulged in the game of Wolf vs Lioness and chase after Asajj. Her speed was faster than his but twists and turns would avail him the time needed to keep up with her a fair bit.

You should know what I'm gonna next then right Asajj?

He raised his arm and pressed a button on his wrist link. It would send for reinforcements on his position. He couldn't leave this up to chance. This was Sith territory and he had to use all the options disposable to him. For now, he would just pace himself within eye distance of Asajj and watch out for the Lionesses tricky ways. Ithnan would be lying if beyond all his annoyance he didn't respect the challenge presented to him. Where would he improve if not in the midst of hardship and headaches?

"This relationship is rather physical." He would say not really expecting her to hear but quipping none the less.

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[Asajj Novar]

Asajj ran and ran, never once looking back to see [member="Ithnan Cryo"] , but she wasn't just mindlessly moving. She knew this city, better then the Sith could without beating the civilians for information on the more hidden and obscure side streets. She was cutting through as many side roads as she could to break his visual. All it would take was a moment of being out of his gaze and she'd run up the wall.

Well, not right up the wall. The cybernetics in her feet magnetized, allowing her to jump onto a metal staircase and run along the outside of them, leaping from one level to the next as quickly as she could to get away. She had no idea there was reinforcements coming, or she'd have avoided going to the rooftops, but there she went, working her way quickly to the roof of the building.

 

[Ithnan Cryo]

Ithnan was left with a mixture of awe and annoyance as the girl took it upon herself to change the level of this chase. Not only was she faster but she held the physical capacity to jump up walls? If anything her little show of skill proved one thing to him, her body was far from normal. He did not feel any more of the force present in her movements which made it clear that it was all physical. A truly amazing specimen with a story to match perhaps. The more he saw of this women the more he wanted to capture her and study her past, her present, and eventually write her future.

"Tch!"

His mouth clicked as bent his knees and leaped up to the railing of one metal staircase and then leaped off to a higher one on a parallel building. It was as quick a method as Asajj's but it got the job done until he eventually reached the rooftop. Pulling his arm out in front of him again he spoke over the transceiver.

"Target is on my position. We're on the roof. Armed and hostile."

With a beep, he would continue his pursuit of her. It wasn't the goal of the wolf to win the fight in one move. No, to break down and weaken the opponent from their own shortcomings was the proper way. He was tenacious and until he felt he had no need to chase her the hunt would continue.

[member="Asajj Novar"]

 

[Asajj Novar]

Asajj glanced over her shoulder as she ran, hoping not to see the silver haired devil that was chasing her. But, unfortunately, it seemed he was determined to catch her. As [member="Ithnan Cryo"] came into view she swore under her breath and turned on a heel to face him. Here on the rooftop at least there wasn't anyone who could see what she was about to do. The snap hiss of a lightsaber erupted as an orange blade sprang from the smooth cylinder in her hands.

"You can't keep following me, Sith." She spat out the word Sith, anger bleeding into her words. The fear she had felt was now fueled by adrenaline, changing to a deep hatred. Her violet eyes seemed to flicker with a similar orange to her blade, though uncontrolled. "I'll cut you down."

 

[Ithnan Cryo]

Ithnan stopped when the snap-hiss of Asajj's lightsaber bit at his ears. A familiar sound that always put him on higher alert because being complacent against an opponent who could potentially wield one properly was a quick ticket to an early grave or Bacta tank. He paced parallel to her position, his eyes going between her and the weapon. If she had a lightsaber it meant she was trained enough to wield one. The Jedi usually preferred a blue or green colored crystal, maybe even the occasional yellow. This one, however, was orange, giving no clear indication of her origin or the lightsabers itself.

"I'm the monster yet you threaten me so easily." he stopped his pacing.

Reaching to behind his back and lifting his shirt a second snap-hiss would erupt as his own blade ignited and the tip streaked across the ground, burning the metal roof they were on until it was lifted vertically in front of his face. " Killing those you think get in the way. Maybe you'll be a monster just yet."

He swiped down his blade in usual Makashi style, the tip of his blade leaving a new orange rail of burnt metal across the rooftop. In the far distance, he could see some Atmospheric Troop Transports approaching and gave a small smile toward Asajj. It wasn't over yet now that the lioness had bared her teeth. He would still need to subdue her.

"Moving in on your position!" an announcement came from his commlink.

"You could've had freedom, now you risk death and imprisonment. It is your form senseless dealings that cause all rebellions against us to fail. So I'll offer you life once more. Submit to imprisonment or die, and of course, the offer of pushing that blade through your neck is available." He smiled devilishly " Is your risk of imprisonment greater than the cause you fight for. Show me you conviction Asajj."

He settled into his stance and prepared for whatever the woman was going to throw his way. His arsenal of and technique had improved tremendously now that he had a partner to train with whenever he needed but he wouldn't find victory against that droid a justification to cocky. The roof was fairly clear minus a few satellites and wire towers, the perfect ground for a duel.

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[Asajj Novar]

"I choose my own path. You wont capture me and I wont die." Asajj snapped out her response before pulling up a hand to a nearby satellite. Her will extended, ripping the steel from it's perch with a resounding screech and with a flick of her wrist she sent the metal right for [member="Ithnan Cryo"] . She was dashing forward shortly after, trailing behind it's metal ring as cover for her charge.

The Dathomir cut through the metal before it reached the Sith, her orange blade cutting it to small pieces as she once again exerted her will on the Force, blasting the various chunks at her foe.

 

[Ithnan Cryo]

A chuckle escaped his mouth as the duel began.

To think this day had started off with him reading the news. Maybe Commenor was prone to stirring up excitement.

As Asajj tore away the nearby satellite Ithnan steadily marched toward her. Calm, a word that he had to remind himself of repeatedly ever since the Siege of Commenor. Aggression was not the only path to victory and it took more than brute strength to outclass those who would inevitably stand in his way. Collectiveness, His form was still tight as he glided across the metal rooftop. His saber still pointed neatly to the ground at a strict angle. Humility, not for his opponent but for himself. Ithnan rained in the thoughts of grandeur that formed in his mind when he felt all was going his way. The euphoria of victory and a well-executed plan clouded the mind from the possibilities of defeat. No, he needed to remain focus and clear.

His chuckle died and his face grew deathly serious as the structure came toward him. A large object, it could be easily severed but it served as a screen. Dodge? Attack? Divert? All were options but he remained steady in his position, a stalwart wall ready to face all that Asajj could muster. When the former screen severed into projectiles he avoided the first few pieces we minor movements and turns. This was all his reflexes could afford as he outstretched his hand and the tail end of the metal projectiles bounced off the field in front of him. A pure barrier of the force, the same one that had saved his life against the Jedi women.

Self-gratification, a feeling that was quickly snuffed out by his mind as it refocused on the incoming weapon. Her style was unreserved as she made the first move. Deciding to test her mind first he would mentally draw his dueling line as the form demanded and make a quick controlled swing towards Asajj's left side. It would be obvious the power behind it wasn't equal to what his bodily frame could produce but it mattered not at this moment. This was less a battle of will then a battle of time. A response force was on the way and by that time escape would be her only option.

But where was the fun in letting the pack do all the work? He wanted to win, to place her beneath his heel.

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