Faction King of the Spar || Knights Obsidian

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Felix Aquila //:
//: This is [Not] a Love Song //:

Fighting a laugh, Quinn shook her head, “Oh Felix, in your dreams.” Her retort was enough to cover both of his comments to her. He was fun; it was why Quinn always gravitated towards him. “It’s good to see you as well Felix, I do hope you’ll forgive me after I embarrass you in front of your little friends.” Her smile widened. The young princess was an Echani; her combat prowess was genetic.

Weapons were drawn, and the girl waited for him to finish. She could feel how he focused, his mind becoming a honed blade, like the one in his hands. His choices were unexpected; she figured him to favor the typical ion blade most Force users chose to wield. Instead, a gold antique - one appropriate for his stature in society. Quinn raised a brow and glanced at the weapon then at him, "Even your blade is bourgeoisie. Are you trying to impress me?" She quipped teasingly.

Felix and the Judge waited for her to draw her weapon. Instead, she held up her hands and wiggled her fingers. “I’m ready.” It was satisfactory for the Judge, and they began.

Thus began their dance, their conversation - in her culture, if you wanted to get to know someone, a spar was the best way to do it. If their movements matched yours, elders would say you were meant to be life partners. The thought of her and Felix being in sync with their actions made her chuckle under her breath. No one she had met yet could match her except, of course, her sister. Yet, as twins, their minds were as identical as their faces.

Felix lunged towards her; she read his movements and the way his weight shifted. Her eyes watched the length of his blade move in slow motion as she understood his intentions. His movements were words to her, and she held her hand out and used the force to blow the dirt at her feet upward as she pushed herself back, creating space between them and avoiding the feign attack to her knee. Hopefully, the land would cloud his vision enough, allowing her time to whisper the incantation. In her hands, small dart-shaped constructs formed, flashing with violet energy.

Seeing him move, Quinn quickly flicked her wrist, tossing the six dark energy darts towards him. Her feet moved, keeping and maintaining the space between them as dirt continued to kick up, hoping to obscure his view.​

 

[Felix Aquila]

D A N C E​

Tag: Quinn Varanin
Equipment:

• Light-saber
• Personal Shield

Strong words! Felix's brow raised in surprise at the mention of her embarrassing him in front of the others in attendance, silently mouthing 'oh really?' As she would fall into something which he could only assume was a martial combat stance. His world focused, and as Felix drew his weapon she would retort once again commenting on the wealth and pomp of the weapon of Shaela Nurr. Felix was proud of this saber, the light-foil was a relic of a bygone age where light successfully triumphed over not the dark, but monsters which plagued the universe. He cherished it enough that it seldom let his side.

His smile grew barbs as it would curl into a momentary sharks grin, "Maybe a little..." He admitted playfully as she would finally be ready, with the call of the judge, the duel between the two of them would finally begin with a blast. Felix would rush towards her, closing the gap within a fleeting moment as the dust at his feet blasted back in a small halo! The Saber of Felix Aquila would plunge towards it target to be obfuscated by the dirt made smoke-screen as it tore through as if to unlock it, pivoting and twisting as he would swipe the earth aside with enough sheer speed that the waves which rolled off of the duelist's movement would cast enough of the earthly barrier away to renew his vision, the ripple revealing her standing there, cradling the dark-matter darts which were held in her grasp.

A shimmer of light would escape Felix's silver eyes as though the rays of the sun deflected off their metallic sheen, only to be twisted into crimson as the coiling light was reflected from them. Felix would see in a moment of the activation of his dark-sight the paths of the darts, a future in which his body was struck directly by the pins, the damage they would do as they would make their impacts. A future in which he was taken by surprise and failed to act in defense against the force empowered attack, he'd feel the phantom pains of a body not his own flickering into grievous bodily harm spurring his sapient mind into action, as well as the possible secondary effects of the darts before his eyes.

He charted the path of the darts by their position to the six spots of pain he felt, raising his saber swift as a golden breeze in an angle to block the path of two of them before intending to sweep the blade through another two, parrying them barely before they had the chance to strike him. Unable to prevent himself being hit by them all by parrying alone, even with his force enhanced speed flowing through his arm, Felix was pushed to evade the final two. So, moving with the sweep of his arm he would side-step the remainder of the darts leaving them to his left, Each of the darts would have impacted the outside of his frame if their path remained true, but he wasn't about to allow his opponent to reorient them.

Taking a running step forward he would open up with a deft passado, his reflexes and the point to point movement in his arm empowered in such a manner a trio of strikes, two stabs and a lateral cut would be made in little more than the blink of an eye. His left hand still behind his back as he minimized his frame for her counter-attack, and kept his shield available should those darts return to strike him while he would push his punishing offensive. Felix felt that if he held back anything in this fight, if he allowed Quinn to win, or if he didn't take this seriously... there would be dire consequences between them.

So, his resolve was to hold back nothing... The Dance had begun, and this was Felix's challenge, could she keep up with the tempo?
​

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Taiia Locke //:
//: Bad Girl //:

As the arrow sailed through the location Taiia had once been, Allyson raised a brow. She had never fought someone with similar capabilities as her. Usually, people tried to pin her down, brute force the fight while the Corellian could out finesse their movements.

As Taiia appeared, Allyson felt the tiny hairs on her neck react to the danger sense inherent to all Force users. The Obsidian Lord moved to strike from behind, and Allyson used the bow to deflect, and she spun on her heel. Grinning, Allyson let her stance stabilize her as the lightsaber-resistant bow pushed aside the training blade, “I’m not? Oh well then.” Allyson quipped, seeing Taiia take the chance to retreat - creating precisely what the Corellian wanted.

“You’ll have to show me all your tricks then.” The bow raised once more, and she fired a series of arrows, the Force helping speed up the archer’s tempo. There was a difference with the arrows flying toward the redhead instead of the crafted arrows the Confederacy supplied. As the arrows cut through the air, the bright glow of the Force, one arrow split into two, and then those two split into another pair. The arrows showered across the battlefield towards the woman.

Allyson used the possible distraction of the shower of force light arrows and faded from view. Instead of just disappearing to the naked eye, the Corellian drew herself deeper into the Force till she faded from existence. She was still there but was a sudden void within the living Force around her. It was apparent Taiia was more intelligent than most that faced Allyson. Somehow she saw through the little visual trick that seemed to have baffled the rest of the galaxy.

Taiia was something far different than the spy had ever faced. Seems they made ‘em different in Confederacy space.​

 

[Taiia Locke]

TAG: Allyson Locke

One after another she fired off arrows, she watched as they split and then split again. It was an excellent move, and against most opponents, it would be effective. Taiia however was not most opponents. An amused expression touched her lips again as her eyes followed Allyson even after she unleashed her volley. She watched her vanish before sure turned her eyes back to the rapidly approaching arrows. She dropped both of her training sabers and let them fall to the arena floor, then calmly teleported again a short distance away and reemerging from the green mist still unarmed.

Taking several steps back from where she had been standing she stretched out her senses before she closed her eyes once again. "You see Allyson, with the Force if you truly listen to it. You learn how it behaves, how it flows so much so that a void in the Force be it natural or unnatural. Is like a boulder in a river, it creates turbulence in an otherwise gently flowing stream." the words were soft and respectful as if she held great reverence for the Force because she did.

That is when something else happened, in her left-hand sparks formed as electricity gathered and began dancing between her fingers briefly before she brought it together with her right, the charge danced between her open palms. "I am afraid right now my dear you are the boulder." she lifted her hand directly at Allyson and released a torrent of lightning in her direction, followed by a second one from her right hand then both of her sabers flew to her hands and she charged behind the tendrils of lightning as they faded. Her eyes were still closed.

She hadn't intended to give a lesson on the Force nor did she intend to belittle her opponent but something about her made her want to show off just a tiny bit, most likely the arrogance. Allyson was skilled but overconfidence was a danger.

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Taiia Locke //:
//: Bad Girl //:

Allyson took notes; maybe she should be a bit wiser and lecture more to her students. Perhaps they’d learn something beyond the little tricks the Corellian could pull. Allyson poked her head out from behind some of the arena’s terrain features. It was an interesting enough layout, providing the combatants some variety with their engagement. Frowning, she had never been compared to a boulder before - if this was flirting, Taiia was falling a little flat.

Before Allyson could quip back, a jolt of electricity hit her and instantly coursed through her. The initial shock of what was happening caught the woman off guard. It took the second blast for Allyson to adjust herself. Fading back into sight, Allyson focused on drawing in the lightning, allowing it a pathway and focus inside of her. Tutaminis was a skill she had learned during her knighthood with the Silver Jedi - it was one she rarely tapped into and only used when her situation was dire.

Right now was one of those moments; Force did she hate lightning. The pain from the shock subsided as tutaminis did its work. Looking up, Allyson watched as Taiia charged with her sabers drawn. “Well, I shouldn’t be the only one to feel our electrifying connection.” Maybe it was her arrogance getting the best of her, but she looked forward to the look on the redhead’s face when she found her own electricity being focused and fired back at her.​

 

[Taiia Locke]

TAG: Allyson Locke

A look of surprise appeared on her face briefly as well as a momentary concern until she realized she was channeling the second round of lightning back at her, she had not expected that. Through their match, she had actually allowed herself to underestimate her opponent something she would normally not have done. She didn't know if it was just her fighting style or something else but she had definitely let down her guard some, a mistake that was promptly corrected.

Ignoring the terrible pun Taiia continued her rush toward Allyson, bringing the training sabers up to deflect the bulk of the lightning, several tendrils lashed around the sabers and found their intended target but Taiia pushed through the pain and discomfort toward Allyson and went for the 'kill' dropping down before lunging up with a single blade thrusting toward Allyson's heart as the remnant of the lightning faded from view as it passed behind her.

It was now the end game, she was not going to allow any more distance between the pair and she was also no longer underestimating. There were very few times Taiia had ever been pushed in a duel Kyyrk was more than capable of it using the lightsaber or the force, likewise, when she sparred with Darth Metus she felt what it was like to fight one who didn't favor a lightsaber yet still managed to fend her off. This was different Allyson favored distance and distraction it was not something she had encountered before and she was not about to let her have the advantage again.

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Taiia Locke //:
//: Bad Girl //:

The shift of her opponent was instantly felt; Allyson picked up, noting that the spar had become serious. Her little grin only grew; she was interested in seeing what the Obsidian Lord could do. The fighting forces of the Confederacy were something to fear; it was a reason the government had grown like it had and lasted for so long. Flickers of electricity sparked past Taiia as she lunged. It was a tell-tale sign that the absorbed energy was fishing up, leaving Allyson with nothing to push back the red-head.

As Taiia lunged, Allyson leaned into a backflip to avoid the attack. As she finished her revolution, she reached into the quiver and drew another arrow. Once more, it glowed with the force light; instead of using the bow to fire the projectile, Allyson threw it with a force amplified throw. Another arrow was produced, and she fired at close range, aiming towards the Obsidian Lord’s legs.

The goal was to immobilize the woman; if she could, the spy would create the necessary distance. Hand-to-hand combat was something she did well in, but lightsabers were another story. Allyson knew her weaknesses and did her best to overcome them by creating scenarios that better fit her skills. Taiia seemed to have figured this out with the way she lunged towards her.

Taiia had caught the Corellian’s attention in a big way. There was something special underneath the seriousness of the woman and her title. Allyson continued to grin, seeing that she was going to enjoy her time in the CIS.​

 

[Taiia Locke]

TAG: Allyson Locke

Taiia had shifted to older habits now, full attack mode using her mobility as her chief strategy, Allyson would no doubt detect the increased use of the force as Taiia augmented her movements. Everything Taiia did was becoming quicker, sharper as if Taiia had just flipped on a switch, she sidestepped to her right and blocked the first arrow with her lefthanded saber then inverted the blade in her hand. The moment Allyson shot the second arrow a mischievous smirk formed on her lips and she winked and disappeared into the familiar green mist, as it now clouded where she had been.

In the next moment, she reappeared behind Allyson swinging the training saber in her right hand down toward the back of her neck just before it would have hit she disappeared once again. This time from Allyson's right side, swinging again towards her neck right side. Again just before the blade would have struck she vanished once more.

This time she reappeared in front of Allyson at almost point-blank range the saber in her right hand going straight up between them while the saber was on its way toward her throat she inverted her left saber stepped forward as a horizontal slash came in from the outside. Regardless of the outcome, she coupled the sabers into a staff and took another ready stance, she was breathing rather heavily from the exertion but she wore a big smile on her face she was actually having fun.

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Taiia Locke //:
//: Bad Girl //:

Allyson blinked, watching Taiia deflect the straight-on attack. She expected it, but what she didn’t expect was the grin, and the wink Taiia gave her before disappearing in the cloud of smoke. Allyson took in a deep breath and waited for the woman to reappear. Almost instantly, Taiia appeared, and Allyson deflected the initial attack. The moment Taiia disappeared into a cloud of smoke, Allyson disappeared as well.

She waited till Taiia appeared again, and when she did, Allyson did as well. Instantly she remained doing her best deflecting the quick attacks, each one meeting the Corellian’s defensive arms. A groan followed as she winced from the attacks, and finally, the onslaught came to an end as Taiia strike hit its mark, and Allyson stumbled backward, barely able to stand.

A voice teased behind the Obsidian Lord, “Taiia~ I knew you were into me,” Allyson, the real Allyson, chuckled as the wounded doppelganger popped out of existence. During the initial attack, Allyson fell into the shadows and produced the replica only to distract the woman. When Allyson broke the concentration, the doppelganger couldn’t hold its shape and faded into the force. As her words finished, the smug Corellian fired off another round of light arrows.​

 

[Taiia Locke]

TAG: Allyson Locke

She had almost felt bad at the ferocity of the attack when she first launched into it, but she hadn't seen the transition between Allyson and the doppelganger, she was full of surprises this one. In truth, she was pushing so hard she was probably going to burn out if the fight didn't end soon. Did she need to push? No, but a challenge made her strive harder.

What surprised her the most was how she got outmaneuvered, it was really a new sensation for her as she watched the doppelganger vanish into thin air and she turned toward the voice behind her dropping slightly out of her ready stance. She went hard on that attack, she was tired and Allyson knew her moves now. She saw that Allyson was reading for another attack and she dropped into a low stance looking like she was ready to run at her and began channeling the force into her legs and her feet. She would likely only get one chance at this so she intended to make it count, she threw the saber staff to one side and then simply stood up.

The staff bounced once, then twice, and settled on the arena floor. At first glance, it would look like she had given up but when the arrows struck they simply slid through her as Taiia appeared right in front of Allyson, this wasn't a teleport but it was her moving so quickly that the eye could not perceive it. She had been augmenting her abilities with the force the entire duel but this was turning it up to the max perhaps even to an unhealthy level, she had always been competitive but this was also fun. As she reappeared she gathered the force into her fist and leaned into a punch aimed at Allyson's stomach from her right hand, the left would follow up the attack like the first.

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Taiia Locke //:
//: Bad Girl //:

Arrogance was a dangerous thing. Allyson was suddenly learning that lesson.

Her grin grew wider as she watched the look on Taiia’s face. It seemed that the favor of the battle shifted to her, and the prospect of the date drew closer. Her arrows of light flew and passed through where Taiia had been standing. It didn’t register in Allyson’s mind - her eyes, even the cybernetic one, couldn’t keep up with the speeds that the woman moved.

Even her mouth couldn’t keep up, “Well, it looks like I won,” Allyson was already celebrating the moment Taiia came into focus. “Oh no…” There wasn’t enough time for the eyes to tell the brain what it had seen and then the brain to tell the body to react. Not enough time, and it meant that Taiia would feel her fist connect with the Corellian’s core. Allyson coughed as the wind was knocked out of her system.

Taiia’s follow-up happened, and Allyson tried to block the second attack but was only able to grab the woman’s wrist, only restraining the strike as much as she could if. The bow fell from her hand as it reached out, holding onto the fabric of Taiia’s shirt, and painfully grinned, “So I guess….” She paused, groaning slightly through the lack of inward airflow, “No date?” Allyson stumbled forward as she keeled over, “My Force….” She laughed, “You’re so pretty.”​

 

[Taiia Locke]

TAG: Allyson Locke

She saw the look in Allyson's eyes as she appeared in front of her, she was inside her guard and she had been confident in her win. That all changed when she felt her fist connect and she felt the breath leave her sparring partner.

The first blow had landed cleanly, then Allyson tried to block the second but the damage had already been done it was simply something that had surprised her. As she stumbled forward in an attempt to steady herself she grabbed Taiia's shirt and fell forward. Taiia finally dropped her guard and grabbed ahold of the brunette catching her in her arms and steadied her.

“So I guess….” “No date?”
“My Force…." “You’re so pretty.”​

Her face flushed a bit though it might be already red from all the exertion when she called her pretty, she laughed as she held onto her she saw the disappointment in the woman's face and gave her a genuine smile. "You are incorrigible, do you know that? when you make a face like that I can't very well say no can I?" she held onto her until her breathing began to normalize and then helped her find her footing. "But I am definitely taking a shower before that,"