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In your Face!

Animus trained in the arena of the Academy every night. Forbidden thing to do, but he did not want attention, he wanted focus. To hone his Skills.
So He practiced the Stances, Meditating as he struck blow by blow slowly and Methodically. This was no training exercise of speed but of skill and precision.
Suddenly Animus felt a presence in the Arena, powerful, more powerful than anything he had seen before. But he tried to continue practicing. The Blue light and hum of the lightsaber he had acquired soothing him slash after slash into air.
Suddenly, he heard the Swish of a automated door, and the pacing of foosteps in his general direction...
[member="Darth Ferus"]
 
The footsteps [member="Animus Malgus"] heard weren't a slow pace. In fact, they seemed to be running. As soon as he would turn to see who was coming, Darth Ferus would be there, a single fist coming out to greet the Acolyte in a solid punch to his face. One would think this odd for the Sith Lord, but those who knew him would realize this was done for two reasons.

The first simply being a test on reaction, an important part of Lightsaber play.

The second, Animus bashed the head of Ferus's daughter off the ground. It may be why there was little done to hold back, the full force of such a powerful punch aiming to slam into the chin of the unfortunate apprentice.
 
Animus saw what seemed to be a powerful presence and before he could react he was Flying 4 feet aside receiving a punch square in the chin of the Man in front of him. Animus knew this man [member="Darth Ferus"] Himself had come to Animu's training session, and if his intent was to test animus, then Animus had failed.

Reeling back from the completely unexpected slug animus spun and with a backflip landed on his two feet wiping the blood from his broken lip. It seemed this week the entire Sith Order wanted a piece of him. he was happy to oblige.

Taking a Quote from Asajj he smirked and said

"Now we are getting somewhere" Locking Golden eyes with the Sith Lord in front of him who met his gaze back with equally molten yellow eyes only known to the Sith. He was pissed. Animus did not know why and did not have the luxury to consider it.
With a painful snap he locked his dislocated jaw into place with a howl of pain and agony and Lunged forward at the sith lord locking his guard up protecting his face and aiming with an elbow strike. Hand to hand combat was not Animus' style, but he would not draw out his saber on a Lord who had not done it first.
 
Silently the Lord would settle himself into a standing position. He wasn't here to fight [member="Animus Malgus"] after all. If anything, he was about to leave from the boys failed reaction. He wasn't going to train someone who didn't have any redeeming qualities.Though as the boy got up, fixed his jaw (Which impressed Ferus on it's own) and charged back in, a bemused smile formed on his lips.

That was a good quality.

Rapidly he would send both hands out, trying to put the Acolyte in a powerful grip, just enough to stop him mid charge as he called out, finally speaking to him.

"Aggression is good! But don't let it cloud all your judgement, at least, unless you plan to learn something like Juyo."
 
Animus stopped mid charge my an invisible strength of the force.
His reflexes were impeccable, but Animus was not about to leave the Dark lord whose eyes were a mirror of his own with an impression of weakness.
Animus stepped back and shot him a vile grin. "As you wish, Juyo is is. " Animus Boomed in a powerful voice.

With a flick the Blue Lightsaber emerged in his hand, the Weapon of a Jedi whose name was long gone, was now in the hands of the Acolyte who adopted a stance of Juyo/Vaapad.
He sliced his apprentice robes standing only now in Combat Boots and trousers. In his chest was the scar [member="Darth Ferus"] daughter had decorated him with. He wore his scars with pride, each one a lesson, each one a story that made him stronger.

Palm facing the Enemy, Lightsaber held high behind his head. He prepared his stance, but the Master had not had a lightsaber in hand... Animus knew he did not need it... So with a smirk he lunged forward thrusting at his chest angling his body, getting close and personal was his intent. This was turning out to be the most painful of his Training... but so far the most interesting.
 
With a swift move upwards, the lightsaber of the Sith Lord would fly into his palm, and the golden blade would snap to life without any warning. A quick cut upwards, and [member="Animus Malgus"] would find his blue blade knocked to the side, and the lord dancing back. Ferus kept to the defensive, his blade flicking about unpredictably. "Juyo is all about the offensive. Attack till you drop, let aggression take over! Give yourself to the Dark!"
 
The Blade flying off his hand Animus was growing frustrated, again he failed to attack and anticipate. He jumped high into the air and while flying called the saber through the force, ignited it and executed a two handed vertical attack. Again trying to close the distance.
Frustration taking over was a great motivating well of the Dark Side. Animus called upon his anger but still enjoying the fight, that was one of the Keys of Juyo.
"Get back here and fight!" Animus raged as he crashed down from the attack trying to use the force as an attack when he hit the ground. He had never tried it, but he heard it was called Force Slam. [member="Darth Ferus"]
 
Rather than stay still, especially as [member="Animus Malgus"] began to send ripples of the Force on the ground, the Sith Lord leaped backwards and away, his blade off as he flipped away. Upon landing he would relight his blade, a grin played upon his lips. He was enjoying this too, but he still kept to the defense.

"Let the Force flow through you to increase your strength and your speed! Do not halt, and do not forgive. Overpower what ever stands in your way."
 
Landing with his First in the ground hair flying wildly saber in his arm which extended to his back Animus again missed his Target and growled in frustration.
So he did as he was commanded, he used his frustration and Anger to try and use the force to most his dash forward as hard as he could, to get as close as possible to see the Blue blade class into the now elusive golden hew of the Lord's blade. Moving widely but precisely, focusing on the offense, we whipped his lightsaber between both hands in circular motion as he charged and with all his Force and Strength came up with three rapid thrusts and the a low swipe of his blade directed at the Lord's legs, his stance offensive, sacrificing balance for speed and Strength.
[member="Darth Ferus"]
 
Balance was important, as [member="Animus Malgus"] was soon about to learn. With a gleeful grin the Sith Lord would bring up a single hand, and as Animus charged, Ferus would swipe his hand to the side. A pull of the Force would tug at Malgus's already unbalanced stance, meant to simply send him tumbling before he could even reach the Darth.

"Never sacrafice balance! Juyo is about the offensive. Ignore the defensive, keep your balance, and attack!"
 
Animus exhaled, but soon was on his feet. Lightsaber in hand and this time charging in at [member="Darth Ferus"] shoulder, but his attack was focused on the offensive but a balances strike. He dashed inside again, this time using the force to impulse himself quicker than he normally would with a simple yet precise slash fake at his shoulder and then the other would be a powerful the simple vertical strike. With each failed attempt Animus Grew frustrated, not at the Master or Hatred towards the master, but towards his Impotency to reach what he KNEW was his True potential.
Rage boiled inside him but it did not blind him, his strikes would be brutal.
[member="Darth Ferus"]
 
There we go, that's it. A grin flashed on the Sith's face as he watched [member="Animus Malgus"] charge in again. This time, rather than jump back, he brought his own saber around to challenge the Acolytes attacks. Visibly he would begin to catch Animus's attacks along his own blade, but it was a struggle. Ferus wasn't much for defense, and having to stick to it was.. Tiresome. As the attacks came he would defend himself, but it got harder and harder to do so without attacking in return.

Finally, as sweat dripped down his brow, the Lord had enough, and Animus had proven a well enough understanding. A rupture in the Force would tear outwards, sending a blast of pure energy to knock the boy away.

"Enough. You understand it well."
 
Animus panted, as he was blasted back. he had wasted some energy, but he was puzzled. With a large inhale and exhale he bowed back to the master but then rose again in defiance. Was his intent to kill me? What had brought him here? Animus had no clue, but the fight had taught him a deeper understanding of Juyo... But the master had not attacked him in return... Animus felt Insulted, and he would not allow it to end like this.


"enough?" he raged. Animus wanted to see his true power, and he was not going to let the Dark Lord leave without at least glimpsing it, with his telekinesis he threw 4 metal boxes each one weighing about 15 pounds of iron at the master and dashed behind them. He wanted to push the Dark Lord to the point where he had no choice to but to fight him, with True power,
He dashed as if to go directly behind the boxes as they flew but at the last moment leaped into the air twirling his blue lightsaber in such a way it looked as if he had more than two sabers in hand.

"Show me the Power of the Hand!" Animus Raged as he crashed down with all his force and strength, calling upon every ounce of the force he could muster his attack was meant to brutalize and destroy anything and everything in the vicinity of where the Dark Lord stood.

[member="Darth Ferus"]
 
Juyo, the ferocity form. It was named that after the literal core of it. Aggression. Aggression that with the right form anyone could tap into. The right form being the other side of Juyo.

Vapaad.

[member="Animus Malgus"] came back, but this time it wasn't for a training lesson. He wanted to know the power of a Hand of the Dark Lord? Wanted to test Ferus's limits? Very well. A bond between Malgus and himself was formed within an instant, like a small thread tied around the aggression that was the younger Sith's power. A power that Ferus would now use for himself.

With both his own power and that of the Acolyte's, there was a flash of gold. At the core of this stance, one was to move so fast where one cut could be seen there were at least two others, to the normal eye of course, and this was no exception. Especially as there was more to his cuts than just the blade. The Force, as he had done so many countless times before, was channeled into the blade and released as a sharp wave of pure energy.

Within a second, the four boxes would be cut to pieces, dropping from the air, yet Animus would be unharmed. Was it perhaps the limit of his ability? To only cut four things rather than five? Once the boy got close, any hope of that would be diminished.

The black flame signature to this Hand erupted from his form, burning not only the air, but the Living Force itself. This fire ate the Force as a fuel source, with such an effect that one touched by the flame could feel the Force within them burning away, with their skin.

Just before any attack was able to be launched, the black fire would spread from Ferus's body in a quick instant, going to simply engulf the child in it's own grip. Almost as if Ferus was literally grabbing Animus, and if he could not resist it, he would find himself dangling in the air, his whole body aflame as this black fire would consume flesh and Force alike, weakening him quickly as it spread.

"Do not challenge your betters as such."
 
Engulfed in black flame being consumed by it Animus Screamed in agony as the flames licked at his body, ripping off the very skin and hair from his self. The fire was force consuming him, his body a whirlwind of pain and fire.
Writhing in agony Animus found himself in a helpless situation. Inside Animus grew the rage and hatred... but he knew he brought this anguish upon himself.
He let out a roar of Pain, a roar of defiance, something he had never heard about, a power no one could learn, Ferus had awoken. The Force Scream.
The floor rumbled and the boxes that Ferus split open were pushed away, the Fire of the Force of Ferus caused Animus to writhe in pain and from this Pain emerged the power of the Qyâsik Dtiazi.

[member="Darth Ferus"]
 
[member="Animus Malgus"] would find himself quickly freed from the fire as he began to scream. Not because Ferus felt bad, but because he was currently flying backwards. While the mind assault of the Force Scream would do nothing on him, the physical effect caused the Sith Lord to be blasted back much like a Force Push, with both hands over his face to protect himself.

Slamming against the wall behind him, a pained groan would escape his lips as his eyes snapped open. Slowly he landed on the floor, still up on his feet, but there was another groan. The room was effectively destroyed, something the Hand was trying to avoid when he gripped Malgus in his flame.

"Stupid kid.."
 
Animus laid in the middle of the room, his body still producing smoke into the air and his clothes burnt to ashes. He was half awake slowly recovering his senses but his entire body ached from the pain of fire. Laied on the floor he mived his right gfist to his chest and the very movement pained him...
the breathing in slow gasps he tried to get up. Slowly he began moving and bringing his chest up, then the knee, every part of his body was in an insurmountable pain, but moving every body part, Slowly dissipated it.
"it's not over..." Animus said... it was a whisper... he had said it before, in a duel where he almost died.
He would not fall again, ever. He thought. slowly inching his body upwards, ash falling from his body.

To one knee he grasped, relying on instinct and will. Regaining his fortitude and some of his stamina, with all of his strength he wobbled back to his feet adopting his stand solidly.
his lightsaber came back to his hand and ignited in its eternal blue flame that one brought the Justice of the Jedi.
"Lord ferus.." Animus spoke, his voice fading. "Is your blade as good as your Fire?"
Animus was back, in pain but seething through it, Defeat, not an option. Strength and Power this only goal.
He adopted his stance and prepared to dash yet again, his stamina was not at full force... put the pain of his Injuries gave him the power of the Dark Side. He prepared to meet Ferus in a clash of blades, the thought of injury was little to him, the thought of power was not. Lust.. for power. More than he knew, from the Specter of War. He would not submit yet, this battle as it was now was not over.
[member="Darth Ferus"]
 
Tristan sits alone in his dark room mediating on his bed cross legged and in the standard black and blood red sith rodes Tristan's room stood out among the rest for a couple of reason 1 he had 2 sith artifacts sitting on his nightstand and dresser draw they where teeming with dark side energy Tristan had hoped that while mediating around them would strengthen his connection to the dark side so far though it has proven to provide 0 results another point of interest in his room was the full set of black/grey mandolirian armor minus the helmet this was made of real mandolorian iron known for its ability to withstand low impact light saber blows Tristan had gotten the armor from a bounty hunter/ ex sith who had known his mother Tristan ha only wore it a few times in battle but those few times were complete successes and in one case saving his life he still sits meditating letting th force flow though him like water though a river or stream breathing slowly he was a sith pureblood human mix he retained the red skin of the purebloods but the brown eyes and black dreadlocks of his human side but other than those two things he had mostly all other sith pureblood traits including there strength and speed opposing and passing even the best humans
 
"You still wish to fight? Boy, this was a training session, not a duel!" Golden eyes flashed red as a dark rage began to build up within the Sith. [member="Animus Malgus"] wanted to fight with a lightsaber? So be it. Pale skin slowly began to darken to ash, then to pitch, a side effect of his own Dark Mark. The dark side made all of his skin black as night when used. A snap hiss sounded as his own saber came to life.

The force visibly began to form in his lightsaber, turning the gold to a bright white. He had learned to imbue his blade with many different abilities, but this was by far his preferred. As Malgus ran towards him from the other side of the room, the Sith Lord would swipe his blade through the air, seeming to attack nothing.

But it was the blast of the Force released that was the true danger. As thin as paper, and as sharp as a vibroblade, the Force became nothing but a pure wave of energy. It cut through the air for the charging boy, it's goal to simply cut him open. Ferus moved behind this wave however, the Force once more built up within his blade.

The boy wanted a challenge? So be it.
 
"I am not a mere Boy to be trained in sparring matches, i am a Sith Warrior! and i will face you as such!" Animus screamed in rage at the Lord, Pride and Arrogance dripping from his words. He would have never said such words to the Aspect of war himself, but the fight ahead seemed so gigantic, so massive, so epic, he would never forgive himself if he did not take advantage and his Pride would not let him shy away from it... no. Like the Giant Tuka'ta he faced in korriban with T'zanith Zebron he would charge him, he would face him without fear... With a smile on his face eager to begin the clash of blades.

As Animus charged the Master as he saw him swipe at air, or so it seemed... a wave came at Animus, a wave of Pure Force energy Horizontally, but Animus was in focused and he sensed it. Bending both knees and letting his chest drop back in the dash the force wave passed him over like a thunderous roar of death. In a blink, in a second impossibly fast he came back up and continued his dash entering the fight against Ferus himself, thrusting with the Blue tip of his saber impossibly fast, he kept on the offensive, Juyo was no longer his Fighting style, it was what he breathed at the moment, Pure offense, pure aggressivity. "Give yourself to the Dark!" He heard in his mind, the words Ferus had said at the beginning of this *training session that quickly turned deadly*... so he did, the Dark side of the force gave him strength, power he had never felt before, no longer did the pain of Ferus force attack slow him down, it gave him strength, he drawed from the pain, fueling his Strikes with power.

He would meet the Aspect of War... He would fight [member="Darth Ferus"] If he lived, he was one of the few being in the galaxy that could claim such a feat. Laughing psycophatichally he lunged for his attacks, lightning fast, The dark side, behind every swing, every thrust, with purpose.
 

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