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Duel Necessary Violence

Blood dripped from the tip of his dagger as Kryos made his way into the atrium of the outpost. Two bodies lay collapsed on the floor behind him, slowly staining the stone tiles red. They never even got off a shot.

“I know you’re here,” Kryos taunted, sliding the blade into its sheath and pulling back his hood. “Come out and face me!” In a flash, he drew his lightsaber and ignited the crimson blade, allowing the hum to fill the silence as he awaited his opponent.



OOC: Just looking for a short form duel. No background or setup, just two FUs battling it out with lightsabers in short posts back and forth.
 
Wearing: Armatura | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | The Sofitor
Wielding: 8 Nozhi Blades | 2 Whimsy Knifes | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Clarion | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke | Combat Gauntlets | Tessen | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader KD-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets

"Are you sure that's what you want?" Some might have imagined the voice to be playful. Others would have imagined deep malice, a sharp edge. But no. The owner of the voice was none other than Scherezade deWinter, and she asked if he were sure as though she was asking if he was certain he wanted that as a dinner option.

She stepped confidently out of one of the bigger shadows in the room, the darkness cascading away from her like watery sand. The glow of her green eyes looked around for a moment before coming to rest against Kryos Kryos , intrigued, but ultimately, not yet impressed in any way.

Two bodies lay on the floor. A shame. She had been tagging them for a while now, intent on using them to find a lead to a certain blood sucker she had been chasing for months now. Her two lightsaber hilts slid from where they were stashed, one into each hand.

And on her face, was an ear to ear grin.
 
Her smile was inexplicably playful and evil at once. He had expected a Jedi. This she was certainly not. He sensed only a powerful darkness as she exited the shadows.

Kryos removed his cloak with his left hand, revealing his commanding physical presence that would strike fear in most. He knew that would not be the case here. She did not seem the type to cower in the face of any enemy.

Blood boiling, senses electric, every muscle tense. He had no desire to engage in verbal sparring with the witch. Moving into a readied stance, he switched to a two-handed grip, holding his saber low, angling the red blade in front. Kryos charged forward with a cautious speed, confident in his power but not foolish enough to rush to his own demise. As he closed the distance, he brought his weapon higher, preparing for an overhead strike down on his opponent.


Scherezade deWinter Scherezade deWinter
 
Kryos Kryos

Glowing green eyes followed every miniscule movement of his muscles' fibers, the Force alerting her ever so subtly what he would do just before he did it. It wasn't really much to write home about. They were at the very beginning stages of their violent dance, still at that part where they both tested the other out.

The lightsaber hilts in Scherezade's hands remained unignited, but her body was ever ready, years worth of training ensuring that when the day she fell arrived, it would not come easy. And above all, she could sense his blood beneath his veins. It was a little present she had no intention of unwrapping… yet.

The difference in their heights was not enough to grant him an advantage in reach. Scherezade waited until the absolute last possible moment before she made her own move, merely to evade his strike with feline-like dexterity and ready to send a kick into his backside should he be foolish enough to expose his back to her.
 
Her catlike reflexes allowed the Sith to avoid his initial strike. Kryos followed through the attack even as he anticipated a kick, letting the heel of his opponent’s boot connect with his lower back. He felt the slight burst of pain, the agitation, the force of the action pushing him forward. Let her play, he said to himself, accepting the counterattack as part of a much longer play.

Kryos stumbled forward, but he quickly spun back to face his foe, blade held defensively in case of a follow-up strike while his back was turned. Her lightsabers were not even activated. She was a lioness. She wanted to toy with him. Yes, he seethed, that’s it.

Lunging, he thrusted the tip of his blade forward, aiming for the female warrior’s midsection.


Scherezade deWinter Scherezade deWinter
 

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