The fight was about to get real. As the duo's saber clashed, Ballen-Ist skidded to a halt, noticing the sandstorm die down. Little particles of sand still continued to rain down however, as the two battled to the death. The Jedi he faced had many doubts within his mind, his confidence falling with every blow. "Do you fear me?" The boy would taunt, taking a step backwards as the consistent thrusts of the shotos came towards him, threatening to impale his body. Keeping one arm lowered, and another raised, the boy's physique would begin to move in hypnotizing ways, his figure just barely escaping each stab that [member="Azareal"] threw at him. Thrust after thrust, each saber tip would only be capable of plunging into his cloak, or maybe grazing him slightly. While he dodged, Ballen-Ist would feed on the Jedi's fear, his own anger and hatred for Azareal beginning to create a noticable aura of darkside energy around him. Suddenly, both of the boy's swords would shoot inwards, his arms having been waiting for the right moment. Just as the man's shotos were perfectly aligned, Ballen-Ist would aim to cease their motion, his two sabers attempting to slam against the top and bottom of them, holding them in place. A red mist began to form around the young Sith's body, his negative emotions empowering his abilities greatly. With a powerful, careful heave inwards, Ballen-Ist would aim to pull the sabers from Azareal's hands, before sending a sudden burst of telekinetic force at him, to send him propelling into the walls. If this were to happen, the Jedi would no doubt be paralyzed by the sudden force. Now having the shotos in his possession, he would throw them with his mind, their glowing forms gliding through the air in order to plunge into both of the man's lower arms, rendering them useless. They would quickly pull themselves free, returning to Ballen-Ist's form as he made his way for the exit, leaving the Jedi for dead. Or so he thought.
