Public LOTS │ Tenets of the Lightsaber (Open to all Sith)

[Rax Tremira]

Interesting, Rax thought to himself, as he watched the others go at it. Without using the Force, It was going to be hard to fight anyone here... Though having things easy was never something he was fond of. He looked disheveled, though much had happened to him he had kept on that path to power as he had promised. After the Darth finished speaking, Rax rose and activated his own lightsaber with a snap and crackle. The weapon bore a synthetic crystal which seemed to crackle and pop intermittently. The reason being he made it himself with no formal training on how. The hilt was a mangled mass of crude metal, which cut, and dug into his hands no matter how he held it, though that was fine too. It wasn't meant to be comfortable, it was meant to keep him focused.

"Darth Maliphant, I am called Rax... I want to learn Forms Six, and Seven... I will Master these forms with this weapon" he stated, holding the crude saber up in front of his face. After he said that to Darth Empyrean , he would lower the weapon to his side, awaiting instruction; though it was hard not to focus on the battle Alina Tremiru was engaging in. And as such, he might have seemed as though he was more interested in one of the students, than he was in the Master. The repercussions for that... Well, he would have to live and learn.

 

[Grundark]

Nodding understandingly he spoke quietly like two rocks rubbing together as his body relaxed into a rhythm of swings and attempted parries. "Protecting the wise of one's herd is honorable." Grunting as a blow took him across the trunk he sent a trumpet of surprise down it as he laughed. "It's too bad though. One such as yourself would have done well on Felucia, but passing on wisdom is the duty of the eldest. You do well to do your duty to the herd and learn from it as you protect it."

With a vicious grin as the heat of battle rose up in like the beating of tribal drums from childhood days. Focusing he pulled that energy inside of his hide he kept his control even as the beat called for blood. Swinging in from the upper right he surged forward with his elephantine head from the other side and two very large tusks lead the way. He would not dishonor this opponent with half efforts.

Velok Brokentusk

 

[Velok Brokentusk]

Warding Grundark 's blade off kept Velok's weapon occupied and left his right flank open. The mass of the Cragmoloid's tusks and trunk jolted Velok off his feet. Not far off his feet, granted but off. He regained his balance with a seismic grunt. He'd heard a rib crack.

Instinct demanded he let out a rune-amplified roar, a Force attack - the fireball belch he'd learned from a seriously overpriced holocron.

But he didn't, because Maliphant had ordered them to focus on the saber, and Grandpa liked Maliphant, and Grandpa was watching. Instead Velok switched his big training saber to his left and took a low swipe at Grundark's saber hand. The angle was meant to be awkward.

 

[Darth Arkanus]

Looking at Alina Tremiru Dral just let out a scoff. Really using this ability so soon? Come on you know better than to use this so early, it should be something to use when you're struggling, need not rely on this for most of your strength. The thoughts came to his head as he blocked the incoming assault from Alina, his arms staying firm against the onslaught that she was attempting to dish to him. The feeling of being disconnected from the force was definitely not the best of feelings, but he could manage. Now he had to use his prowess with his lightsaber to overcome the woman who he was facing off against.


He blocked her swing, and he forced her blade off from him, his muscles still in peak condition even if being severed from the force. He swung the back of his blade attempting to slice towards her midsection. The words of Darth Empyrean ringing through his head, attempting to make the best show for the Darth, and also to help the young acolyte to learn more about facing an opponent with more training. His temperament was always to teach someone when he could, it could be seen as a weak trait, but he felt that it gave himself allies that were willing to grow.

 

[Quintus Varro]

He seemed a good man, and that left the question of what a good man was doing here. For him there was no choice, but this boy? Perhaps there was no choice for him either, the Sith net caught many kinds. Quintus pulled on his own training saber though the force to match, but unlike his opponent there was a momentary give before it finally came over. Normally he'd have counted that as a weakness, but he understood why. The force flowed through the dark side through emotions and Quintus sought control over those. Let it be a source of power, of taking fate in his own hands, but let it not become the new chains that bound him.

Switching it on he moved into a mock position of his opponent though without the practiced grace. "Good luck to you, you're going to need it." He didn't mean it about this fight though. Good things were ruined in the sith, corrupted until they were no more. This good obedient boy would one day be unrecognizable to himself.

Striking he tried to bring his saber under his opponent and aimed directly for the eyes. Either the boy would blink, or he wouldn't. Either way Quintus would learn something of his opponent.

Arcturus Dinn

 

[Grundark]

With a roar of trumpet the Cragmoloid took a blow unmoving as the heat of battle overtook sense and precaution. He'd felt in the force, felt the rage felt it oncoming, and then nothing. His hand throbbed as blood dripped down it, but his eyes beat into his opponents alive as they had ever been. "Do not deny it! None of these teachers know more then the Force. Knows more then blood and instinct. Embrace it, and be true to yourself."

In his battle rage he didn't realize he'd shouted, but he wouldn't have cared. He didn't hide his feelings, and he wouldn't for any of them. He was exactly what he was. Embracing the battle lust within he pulled the exact same movement. He knew he would see it coming and could easily stop the real attack now, but that wasn't the point. This was as close to an offering as Grundark could make. He knew the blow that came after would be savage, but he wanted it. Needed to feel his opponents strength, rules and teachers be damned. The force knew better then all of them.

Velok Brokentusk

 

[Arcturus Dinn]

Thesh did not blink.​

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In the wilds there had been no room for such jittery behaviour, that ended in defeat. And compared to the mind-boggling speed of Alina Tremiru 's fists, the raising of his opponent's lightsaber felt almost sluggish now. It wasn't, of course, it darted through the air as it ought to have, but he brought his down a touch lower to meet it as they locked blades and tested the strength of one another.​

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Untrained as he might have been, Quintus still held a quality of strength. Thesh was physically weaker, bolstered now only by the Force which flowed so freely through him. While no longer as malnourished as he had been upon returning to the Galaxy, he had not reached full form.​

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And admittedly, full form had never been muscular for one such as he. Though he sought to change that.​

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"Luck has nothing to do with it, friend," he retorted, as the same adrenaline he'd felt when going hand-to-hand with Alina rose within him once more and brought the slightest of grins to his lips, eyes alight. "Let's dance."​

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He pushed back against Quintus with all the might he could muster, hoping to knock the man back a step or two while also propelling himself back with the motion, releasing the lock which had overcome their blades and freeing his own up to swing around to the right. He aimed to undermine his opponent's blade, to strike beneath his guard.​

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Quintus Varro ​

 

[Velok Brokentusk]

Velok's lip curled away from a silver-capped tusk. At Grundark 's invitation, he filled his lungs and roared.

First, however, he made sure nobody was behind Grundark. He was excited and pissed and invested, not necessarily stupid.

He'd learned this stupid fireball belch technique from a strange holocron, and liked it well enough to engrave his tusk caps with complimentary runes. So when he roared at the Cragmoloid, he roared fire.

 

[Quintus Varro]

The first point was the boy's as Quintus cried out in pain for a moment. It was only pain though, and that was something he was used to. Even as he turned into his own attack the skin began to heal leaving behind a silvery shine that soon too would fade. There had to be a way to control it all without losing himself. He would not be chained, the force would be chained to him.

Even as he stumbled over his next defenses and received blow after blow he fought on the inside to gain control of the animal that was the force. The boy was faster then he had hoped, but then again perhaps that was the force too. Like chains on his soul and everyone else he felt it, and then he tried to use that. He focused on the chains connecting Arcturus Dinn to the force and tried to harden them around his wrists. To slow the poor boy down through his own connections.

Swinging in low he spun against his saber wielding hand trying to push open his guard as he struck. He wasn't sure if it would work, or really do anything. It did feel right though, and he supposed for the moment that was the best he had.

 

[Grundark]

The pain was joy, and even as his hide burned he felt the force wrap through it protecting it. So the Whipid was free after all. Grundark roared back through mouth and trunk as soreness in his chest lay forgotten for the moment in his battle lust. Sure after he'd be sore, well after he'd need a bacta bath really, but for now that was the last thing on his mind.

Trading blows he continued as his opponent scored several blows, but each just hardened his skin more. Driving down his blade low he thrust his blade at his opponents midsection while attempting to grab him with his free hand to force him into it. If he succeeded the blow of course would never land, he'd shut the bloody thing off before that. The goal here wasn't to truly harm, but to challenge to grow stronger and to thrive.

Even as he moved though he caught a whiff of something rather delicious and he laughed loudly as he realized it was him. Ah, maybe one day he'd be a Rancor's dinner. What a way to die.

Velok Brokentusk

 

[Arcturus Dinn]

He felt the prying of his opponent through the Force, that ancient song ringing out into the unseen fibers around them, and was pleased with the surprise roused by such an uncertain foe. For all the ineptitude this Quintus fellow had tried to reveal, nay revel in thus far, his efforts to alleviate some of Thesh's strengths scored him uncounted points in the Lorrdian's mind.​

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Momentarily slowed where deflection was concerned, the boy slid back against the floor on dancing feet and broke combat entirely to avoid the strike. There was a glimmer in his eye as he regarded Quintus in that moment, defenseless as he turned his mind toward breaking the hold the man had over him. More akin to Niman, that was for sure, deftly blending saber and Force. Unexpected, yes... Definitely unexpected.​

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Quintus Varro ​

 

[Quintus Varro]

The blow didn't land, but the chains held for the moment. He didn't try to strike for the moment, instead he felt Arcturus Dinn pushing at the chains. Wasn't he just using the chain to push at the chain though? Or maybe it was he was just trying to take back control of the chain? Also why were the chains just on the hands and feet? These weren't simple chain slaves, did they not hold the whole body?

It was a wasted opportunity perhaps, but it was an eye opening moment for Quintus as his mind worked through things he'd never considered. Even as the boy's free emotions swept through his control Quintus had learned something and gained a confidence he'd lacked walking into the room. Looking to his free hand he could almost see it now, the chain was his to control or be controlled by. Swinging in again he charged, but this time instead of holding the Lorrdian he pushed at him with a telekentic blast. It was not master's blast meant to throw another across a room, but for Quintus it was a moment of things coming together. Win or lose today, he'd learned something valuable.

 

[Arcturus Dinn]

Determination entered the gaze of his opponent, revelation mixed within.​

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Something had clicked, Thesh could taste it on the air between them, and despite not knowing what exactly it was he could not help but feel a momentary swell of pride at knowing he'd had a hand in it. Would it be his own undoing? Who knew. In his present state, at this point in time, Thesh was not playing the power game. He would not break down others just so he could rise. It did not need to be that way. Not in his mind.​

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Chains broke around him, and he brought his saber forth to lash through the air as Quintus neared him and blade met blade. Thesh's action was not so fast as it had been, the angle of his defense improper, and he received a stinging burn to the forehead for his folly.​

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He could feel the waves through the Force as Quintus pushed within it, and braced against the unseen strike. Chaos swelled around them both as each clashed with the other time and time again, but the man before him had opened flood gates Thesh had done his best to keep closed that day, he had brought the Force to a lightsaber duel and the temptation to return that act in kind was unbearable.​

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So he drew upon it, igniting his core with the chaos not only brought between them but all within that room. It was the wilds once more, despite the crafted structure they stood within, and Quintus was just another beasty entering the fray.​

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Back and forth on dancing feet Thesh moved, ever in motion so as to build up momentum while the two exchanged blows; then he truly lunged in full commitment, and as he did so he brought up his free hand as conduit and pulled Quintus into the path of his blade through the Force.​

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Quintus Varro​

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Alina wiggled her eyebrows as she watched Darth Arkanus scoff at what she'd done. She wasn't the type to be shy about using all her strength to overwhelm her foe. And, she wanted to see how he could handle her power in actual combat. As a human, she was already in peak physical condition. But now, as a Sangnir, her strength had only grown.

Though her goal wasn't to make this an even fight. She caught his strike along her blade, then stopped suppressing the Force. Her ability was part of who she was, so why wouldn't she try to bring it into her combat? Alina brought her blade around once more, faster than before. The Force once more enhanced her body. A quick slash for his chest, then another.

She went completely on the offensive, wanting nothing more than to overwhelm the Zabrak with her seemingly random and powerful strikes.

 

[Darth Arkanus]

With a wave he felt everything come back to him, she was getting good he wouldn't lie. He raised his blade, defending from her onslaught, his body being filled with the power of the force again he managed to defend against the ruthless attacks of the woman in front of him. He took a step back, then another, his feet bringing him to the edge of the sparring ring as he gritted his teeth. She definitely wasn't holding back, and that made him a little proud, but he wasn't going to take this beating laying down.

Kicking out with his foot, he let a wave of the force push out against her, attempting to force her back as he then moved in slashing at her with one end, then twirling to attack with the other end of the blade. His attempt to drive her back was important, he couldn't let her stay on the offense, he knew that would be her biggest strength, and he wanted to minimize that as much as he could. She was not the young woman he had met at the marketplace, she had definitely changed, he could see it with her attacks and her confidence in using the force, she was not the girl he had taught to focus her mind even when under the effects of mental impairment. Alina Tremiru was not going to be as easy of a fight as he might of first expected it to be, but he always appreciated a challenge, and wanted to make Darth Empyrean have a good show in hopes of gaining some favor in the highest rankings of the Sith Lords.

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Was there even winning or loosing in this? They were supposed to be training, learning something new and trying to implement it into their fighting styles. And yet here she was, happily putting her all into a fight against Darth Arkanus with a simple training saber. The kick accented by a push was a new thing for Alina to experience. What she thought she could power through turned out to throw her back. Quite the surprised expression formed, followed by an even larger grin.

She was living for this sort of spar. She didn't care that Darth Empyrean was watching, or anyone else for that matter. She wanted to fight, see how strong both she and Dral actually were. Faster. The thought ripped through her mind, fueling her passion. Her desire. Faster. She weaved through his strikes, narrowly avoiding the blade as she twisted her form, circling around her quarry. Faster. In a blur of movement she moved completely away from Dral, blade held up in both hands, pointed directly for her foe.

Faster.

In the blink of an eye she closed the distance she made, thrusting right for his chest.

 

[Darth Arkanus]

He could see the determination and the strength in her eyes as he stood away from Alina Tremiru she was loving this, and he could tell that she wanted to take it further, and faster, her movements becoming almost inhuman as she moved towards him at a lightening speed. He blocked away the thrust spinning off to her side, using the tiwl he did to move away from her thrust to cause a wave of force to push her side, slamming into her.

Dral felt her getting more and more thirsty for a duel that tested their limits, knowing, feeling her want to take this fight to the peak, he accepted it as he landed behind the younger woman. Twirling his saberstaff in his hand as he watched her movements. She was definitely showing a lot more prowess in the force side of dueling. Making sure that he made a mental note that she wasn't afraid to use more force base abilities to keep him on his toes. The height in which she took the duel was of no consequence to him, it allowed for the gaze of Darth Empyrean to fall upon them and hopefully see something of worth within him.

"Look at what you have become young acolyte, when we first met you could only sever the force, but now you are honing it to your advantage. I applaud your growth, but you still have much to learn my dear."

Saying this he bared his teeth as he threw his saber at the woman and as he did, Dral reached out and pulling the woman towards his blade as it spun towards her in midair.

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Yellow glowing eyes never left Darth Arkanus as he twirled away from her thrust. She turned with him, bringing her blade across to cut him down, only to be hit with another wave of the Force to send her back. Create more distance. Distance was her weakness. She couldn't do anything like her fellow acolytes to strike from a range. She had no choice but to keep trying to close the distance between them and overwhelm him with her ferocity.

How fitting.

"I could do a lot more than sever the Force. But I like to keep surprises."

Not that she had any now. Or, so she thought. A wide grin formed as she felt the pull and watched the saber come towards her. Matukai didn't just make her faster. It let her react faster. The pull dissipated around her as she cut the Force around her once more. And the saber that'd been thrown to her. Just for a second, long enough to break Dral's hold before she once more fueled her body. She ducked low, twisting under the blade as her hand snatched it from midair.

Then she was on him. Another burst of speed closed the distance as she brought both his blade and her own for him in two quick slashes.

 

[Darth Arkanus]

Staring at the woman as Alina Tremiru severed the surrounding force again he just let out a soft scoff. She was getting way too good at this for her own good. Dral would never lie that the woman had grown immensely more powerful in the force since they had first met, but he wouldn't let her beat him. With his blade currently preoccupied he watched as the woman dove towards him with a righteous fury attempting to slash at him with both blades that were in her hands.

With a blink of an eye Dral rocketed up into the air, soaring high above the reach of the sabers, and before she could react he had landed and was speeding towards her with a flurry of punch and kicks, his weapon not being his saber but his body, attempting to force her to slip up somewhere and give him back the advantage. He would swing and punch and then move just out of range before she could strike him, moving with unnatural speed he kept up a steady onslaught of attacks on the woman, not doing any damage, more annoying strikes meant to provoke her.

Darth Empyrean

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Darth Arkanus would find her to be faster than he expected. Her eyes never left him, and by the time he landed she was already facing him with both blades held high. At this point she would of just gotten rid of them. Her life up until she learned she could sever the Force around her was spent learning how to fight with her fists in a hopes to catch her opponents off guard. When she had no power.

Now, she was even stronger. Faster. Matukai was a form of unarmed combat that let the user shatter boulders with their bare hands and their strikes being too fast to even see. But she couldn't just drop the sabers. It'd be all to easy for the Zabrak to take hold of them again. And the staff was clunky. Too many blades to try and keep track of while she weaved through his strikes.

So she held the staff behind her back, extinguished for the moment. She might of broken it, but she was pretty certain Darth Empyrean wouldn't appreciate destruction of Academy property. She didn't bother trying to counter attack his body. He was already sending his unprotected limbs out for her to slice at. Every punch or kick she didn't evade was met with the threat of being smacked by the saber, easy flicks of her wrists more than enough to move her blade in their path.