Saiah Verus Iziz

[Darth Ferus]

What a simple concept. Pitting the Assassins against one another to see who would come out on top, who had honed their skills the best. Of course, it wasn't assassination skill Ferus was looking for, but instead how well they would do on the open battle field. Even the best assassins were found out or cornered, and these skills were necessary to not only finish the job, but survive.

With a clap of his hands, he would signal [member="Iziz Vei"] and [member="Saiah"] to enter the room. "Don't hold back. Begin when you see fit!"

 

[Darth Ophidia]

First to go, and up against the Jawa. She had previously remarked upon the dangerous character of this Iziz Vei, and now she were to duel him. While many would fear the prospect Saiah was positively thrilled. As she headed to the service elevator taking her to the ring, she gathered the Force around her and drank it in, she could feel it bringing her power. Through Power I gain Victory.

As the chalk-skinned Rattataki stepped into the elevator that would descend her into the pit she surveyed the durasteel walls and rocky debris that littered the floor. Her head quickly mapped out the surroundings. In her time as a scout, she had become reasonably adept at remembering her surroundings. She noticed the markings left on the durasteel walls by lightsabers, blasters and creatures of all kinds.

As her feet touched the sand Saiah extended her hand horizontally on the level of her shoulder. Her lightsabre hilt jumped into her hand and sprung to life with a scarlet blade. She stood relatively tall, pale-skinned and covered in tattoos of black tendrils. Her slender physique rippled with subtle muscle, and her eyes told of a focused mind occupied with this fight, and this fight only. She swept her scarlet blade in an arch over her left shoulder and back to a diagonal angle at her right side, revelling in the angry hiss it made as it seared through the air around her. Now to put it to the test once more.

[member="Iziz Vei"] | [member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Iziz]

Iziz had had a dismal night, waking up to the grim and foreboding atmosphere of the Sith Assassins compound was one thing, but waking up knowing that there had been a tournament of sorts organized, solely to judge the worth of each of them was entirely another level of stress which the Jawa did not appreciate in the slightest. Reluctantly the night before, Iziz had begun the fast which he knew would empower him for the coming battle; drawing his power from his hunger he had slept hungry, as dreams of sandy dunes circled as they plagued his dreams, a solemn feeling of aimless wandering across a barren and desolate world under the light of three suns, spiraling enigmatically above him, yet their dazzling light bore no heat upon the Jawa... Such strange dreams could only mean something, like some vision or prophesy had given him some insight into what would someday be... ... ... Rising out of his cold bed, the Jawa prepared for the oncoming day, looking to his equipment, he slipped on his cloak and his hat which he would hold his gear, coiling his Tail around his waist under his coat to hide form the world.

Iziz had largely gotten used to the tail for domestic purposes, he was confident with thought and concentrated effort he would be able to wield it in combat, however he would not be particularly fluent with it, probably using it no more than one strike at a time or blocking, it would no doubt be useful, but a detriment to rely on. Grabbing each of his three light-sabers and, for once, one of the assassins hidden blades which he had to have commissioned for himself to fit his more, specific size and frame, attaching it in reverse so that the blade would erect from the top of his wrist and extend down over his knuckles. Afterwards, stretching his to the sky and settling the weapon on his person so that they would lay comfortably even should he move, Iziz began to make his way to the arena.

Walking down the solemn and empty hallways of the compound, Iziz didn't eat that morning, though, he did move towards the kitchen, taking a single piece of meat from the large open fridge and placed it in his pocket, it would be good to have on him in case he won, try ass he might, he was prone to loosing control when he relied on his hunger for strength, he didn't want to take a bite out of his opponent in something that was meant to be a training tournament, but, likewise, Iziz was often lost in the throes of his hunger... ... but at least with the meat in his pocket, if he can pull himself from his trance for but a moment he would be able to focus his hunger to the food he possessed.

A curse for a power source as endless as hunger, was an apt price to pay for the power it gave.

Taking a step into the newly furbished arena, it seemed that the arena had already been christened with battle, the claw-marks and light saber gashes along the walls spoke the history of their many battles. Iziz traced them with his shimmering amber-gold eyes, trying to imagine how the fights processed step by step, drawing possible connections with phantom fighters where there may never have been, though, no matter how hard they would try, Iziz could still smell the subtle scent of aged blood which had long dried in the sand which made up the floor. Blood from beasts, from humanoids, from all opponents which seemed to have been subjected to the cruelty of the arena, for their own improvement, or for the satisfaction of those whom gazed on... something primal within Iziz didn't agree with the idea of a gladiatorial test of might, he felt like he could just as easily have been born as the animals which were captured and thrown into the arena, once, on tatooine he was little more than an animal, living on the streets, eating whatever trash which was thrown his way, and sometimes even eating some of the trash that threw him the scraps... Because sometimes the hand that feeds you, is a better meal than the bones being thrown. Though, the animals in this arena had their chance to fight for freedom, and they failed, a force deep inside of him seemed to speak that...

Iziz arrived in the arena not long after his opponent, the elevator seemed to have only just reached the top again after Saiah had reached the bottom of the arena, walking onto the moving platform, Iziz had been spending some of his last remaining time centering himself in the force, closing his eyes and trying to maintain a strong connection to the phantasmal force within himself. Pressing the button for descent, the next few moments were dedicated into preparing for battle... stepping to the edge of the elevator, Iziz looked down at his opponent, remembering her from some of the battles he had been on in recent weeks, but now, he could not think of her as an ally, as much as his light-sabers would be set to training settings in this combat, he had to remove the images of kinship from his mind, and instead, focus on his hunger. He had to focus on when he had his last meal, remember back to those streets of Mos Eisley and what he had to do to survive, the people he had to consume, the friends he had to end, he had to see her as one of those people, her skin, her flesh, muscle, tendons, marrow, were the only way he was going to survive today, and he had to overcome her... she was strong, she was going to fight back, but, it was either him, or her, but the difference was...

It was Iziz that felt the hunger...

Stepping slowly into the center of the arena, not so much as looking at her, Iziz would turn in the middle, she had seen Iziz use his tail before, but, only at its base length, she had yet to truly know its capabilities, or its composition... so Iziz still had a couple of trump cards at his disposal... She stood in the arena with her light-saber ignited, shining against the sand like the blood red sunsets of his home-world, she seemed confident, strong, and ready for anything that Iziz was able to deliver. So, crossing his arms over his body, he felt the sleek cold steel of his own double ended light-sabers fill each of his hands. He rolled the hilts in his fingers to find the buttons and affirm the correct grip on the weapons, biting his lower lip, hidden beneath the black sash that he, and all other Jawa wore to hide their features as behind him, his tail unraveled, letting out its standard length and beginning to wave back and forth fluidly as Iziz adopted a crouched, and low combat style similar to that of the pheonix stance in modern martial arts. A stance that any opponent of real height would find annoying to fight against. Every opponent to Iziz was tall, he was used to blocking attacks from above, but, to normal sized beings, fighting an opponent as small as Iziz threw most of their training out the window.

Extending the first blade from his light-saber in his left hand to shoto length, Iziz focused entirely on Saiah, followed by the first beam in his right, extending to the same length. Iziz would seem like he was ready to fight, but, he was not done with the show yet... Next the blade on the reverse end of the weapon in his left hand ejected its second blade, showing the weapons he wielded were not simply shoto light-sabers, but double ended light-sabers, each of them tailored to be used in one hand like those of Exar kun. With the ejection of the blade on his tail, and his saber-staff still holstered on his back, five light-saber blades in total hummed from Iziz as he stood in his combat stance side on, one hand presenting in front of him to guard, the other behind ready to strike, a boulder few meters behind him.

Silently

Iziz awaited a mark to begin, all his murderous Focus, tuned onto Saiah...

[member="Saiah"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

"Iziz Vei, I missed you at breakfast. Hope you are not feeling ill"

Saiah smirked, her pale eyes latching on to the Jawa as he emitted lightsabre blade after lightsabre blade. To her it was almost ridiculous to have five blades. Not that she wanted or ever needed more than one. Dual-wielders had a tendency of overextending themselves, to exhaust their resources and in the end: To die. Then again the small one seemed more than proficient enough to pull it off.

"Don't hold back. Begin when you see fit!"

She could feel his focus, his murderous intent and hungry hatred directed to her and it was wonderful. If anything, it sent a shiver of excitement down her spine and egged her on further. She reached her left hand out in the direction of the Jawa and curled her fingers, her face twisting into as sneer as she did. She was commanding the force to grip the boulder behind Iziz, and drawing her arm back, she pulled it towards him in an attempt to crush him under the mass of the stone.

[member="Iziz Vei"] | [member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Iziz]

Iziz listened to [member="Saiah"] 's words not taking his gaze from her as he noticed the shadow moving behind him in his peripheral vision, something as simple as a boulder was not going to be what ended Iziz Vei, feeling the force run through his body, reinforcing his movements and resisting the forces which would be acting against him as was a natural facet of the Ataru form, Iziz would dive forward, tucking himself into a roll so that his tail would curl around his body and not lag behind him allowing it to be snagged by the boulder. Coming into contact with the ground no more than a couple of meters from where he had lunged from, Iziz lost zero momentum, using every inch of it as he propelled himself up with his legs after planting his feet, using the spring upwards and his bent legs to transmute his rolling force into spinning momentum. The power flowing through his body by the act would generate gravitas behind his body, the kind of power generated by a lever, or something moving on an axis as he would spin seven hundred and twenty degrees, on his first full spin he would hurl the first of his light-sabers and on the second spin, he would throw the other. Each of the blades as they left his hands would spin toward their opponent, making them look more like spinning red disks more than double ended light-sabers... The first of them would fly for her upper right arm, and the other for the lower left knee, hoping to cause pain and cripple his opponent for the rest of the fight, though, she would likely block or evade the two strikes, but at the very least, he would have made dodging to the left, right, up or down largely unfeasible. Attempting to trap his opponent in place for but a moment.

Regardless of the hit or miss of the blades, Iziz would, with some considerable effort and strain, pull the two weapons back to him as he would begin to close the gap on his opponent, picking up slowly but soon moving into a run as the two blades would arc gracefully and return to the hands of Iziz, who, would use the 'gear-box' to, for a split second retract both blades and then only eject the one with a slide of his thumb on the manual switch, extending the blades to only their shortest of the three possible lengths, no longer than the average shoto light-saber, though the beams within them glowed brightly, with a condensed power which only a strong power-source would be able to give, the only tell that the blade's power was being reserved for something, that it had more, though, it may only be that the power output was no different between single blade and double blade, making the blades stronger when the other was retracted.

Iziz would more in as a blur, following up his attack, having pooled on some of his use in the force as much as his opponent had in lifting the boulder, though, fine control over moving things could be just as difficult as suspending the belief of matter and mass in order to lift a rock as large as Saiah did. Though, now all of Iziz's focus moved away from what he was learned at, and moved into the adept, charging at his opponent at full speed Iziz would ready his blades, though what would come next would hopefully be surprising, not stopping or slowing Iziz would suddenly drop his weight and kick in a semi-circle, kicking up a wave of the sand on the ground above her head-height to temporarily blind her as Iziz would follow through with his spin letting out his tail at half distance to strike through the sand-wave for her Mid-section.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

The Jawa had avoided her first attack and Saiah dropped the boulder and gathered herself for what ever response he may throw at her. And throw he did, as the Jawa temporarily became a spinny-top he launched both of his two-bladed lightsabres at Saiah. The first coming for her right arm, the second for her left leg. The sabres had a slight delay between them that was important to remember unless she were to avoid one and be caught in the other.

Saiah wasted no time, rapidly she gathered the Force to her and with a strain she jumped to the right. Soaring only centimetres outside the murderous reach of the spinning blade. Parts of her skirt was cut to the unrecognisable, but it mattered not. Her feet landed lightly on in the sand and she pivoted so her right side faced the Jawa's general direction.

She gripped her torn skirt and released it from her body. And as Iziz kicked sand into the air, Saiah flourished the fabric while darting backwards and used it as a makeshift shield against the sand, at the very least keeping it from blinding her. Had Saiah not seen a very similar strategy used in the fighting pits of Rattatak, she would have felt the searing sensation of Iziz' blade through her midsection. instead his blade sheared through the cloth, missing her flesh again by only a few centimetres.

Saiah did not stand around to wait for Iziz' next advance. Rather she advanced with force speed, bolstering both the speed at which she could move and at which she could perceive. She charged at the Jawa, starting their exchange with a rising strike of her lightsabre.

[member="Iziz Vei"]

 

[Iziz]

Saiah had fallen into a trap.

Though not one that Iziz had thought that she wouldn't fall into, she had made the wrong evasion from his tail, having only let out the tail some way he would have been able to simple loosen the tail as she attempted to avoid the blow, stretching as she avoided backwards to bridge the gap of centimeters and cut deeply into her side, though, why Iziz did not perform this action, was a mystery to himself, perhaps he wanted to continue the fight, and see what else his opponent had to bring to the table. Not only that, it only confirmed how lethal his mechanical tail was in the right hands, and he wanted to test it more, this, being the first time he had, had the opportunity to push himself to his maximum against an opponent that was actually worth the Jawas' time. The sand attack had succeeded in doing exactly what it had meant to do, it had blinded her, whether she avoided the effects of the sand in her eyes or not, by simply shielding her eyes, she had blinded herself to the motions of Iziz and that would allow him to continue to push his advantage. Coming out of his spin through, his opponent was not about to let him have the upper hand, she moved fast enough like a woman possessed, with speed that was unnatural to a corporeal being...

Angling her blade up, turning some of the sand baked and glassy as her crimson blade ripped through the earth in its upwards, slightly diagonal swing. The blow would have hewn right through Iziz's left shoulder were it allowed to met its mark, and even come up through his head, but there were disadvantages to wielding a single light-saber in combat, the amount of openings that it created was more than unfortunate. Through her attack, Iziz saw the opening he was looking for, and with a sudden burst of his own force speed, the diminutive Jawa began to match hers, all the while sliding his thumb in his left hand saber down two clicks on its three way gearbox, the bright-red shoto length beam retracted as its second ignited from the base, seamlessly transitioning the light-saber into a reverse gripped stance as Iziz simultaneously used his new-found speed to dart forward and to his right, the side of his opponent which did not have the light-saber striking. Narrowly escaping her attack while using the reverse gripped blade, he would intend to deliver a striking blow the the side of her knee, in an attempt to cripple her, a hit, which would give Iziz an incredible advantage should it land.

From there the Jawa and his two blades would be come little but a blur. The attempted strike for the side and back of her knee would just be the start. rounding himself off in a quick spin the Jawa would charge, using both of his blades to press the attack in a violent flurry of speed enforced blows so to press his own attack without allowing his opponent to find an opening. The strikes would range from blows to her legs, to her arms supporting her light saber to her lower torso, upward, diagonal, horizontal, but all coming in at a chaotic rate with the intention of overwhelming her single blade with his doubles. For every block she made the Jawa would intend to advance with another strike from another angle without any intention of relenting, stepping forward and advancing attempting to push any advantage he was able to get to keep her on the defensive and find a crack in her armour...

The focus of the Jawa was absolute, striking like a berserk warrior with nothing to lose, fearless, each of his strikes were his light-sabers not set to stun would be immediately identifiable as killing blows. Iziz, short of his non-lethal weapon choice, was fighting to KILL his opponent. The fury and desperation welled up within his eyes was pushing the Jawa into a trance-like bloodied frenzy where only instinct was available as a weapon. It was a dangerous state to be in, it made him vulnerable to attacks which used the force, but it allowed him to push his body further, and harder than it normally would. Adrenaline flowed through his body freely, empowering him on a chemical level as he fought harder, and harder with each growing second with no limit or apex in sight.

[member="Saiah"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Saiah had missed again, and there came the Jawa's counter-attack. A reverse-grip slash for the side of her knee, quite standard really. Seeing his sabre change from standard to reversed grip, she quickly made the tip of her blade dive along the length of her leg, shielding it from Iziz's strike, and by rounding the movement she would push his sabre away, she would not let her blade be bound.

Iziz was fast she would give him that, but between his diminutive size and his wielding of two lightsabres, he would lack strength, and it was in the nature of Form II to incorporate quick, effective parries and evasive footwork, still enhanced by Force Speed. While she was indeed pressed and kept entirely on the defence, she was in no way overwhelmed, even by his two blades. Her hilt remained largely centred, but her tip darted to intercept and redirect his strikes. Saiah's defence was as unrelenting as Iziz' attack. Her determination not to give him even a shred of a chance to penetrate was indomitable. She sneered at his Berserker state and felt the pressure of his attack increasing even further.

While he would not allow her a chance to riposte, she did found a split second chance to retreat an extra distance, giving her just enough to well up force-energy and release it in a powerful telekinetic blast. She aimed to throw the Jawa at one of the boulders, perhaps knock some sense back into his thick skull.

It would seem that their duel would appear as nothing, but a mess of blades and blurred movements too quick for the untrained eye. The Jawa would perhaps appear especially blurred, considering all his spinning movements, while Saiah would be more framed by her larger size, yet her hand and footwork was subtle, fluent and deceptively quick. To some, her blade would almost appear to bend and snap on its' own accord, but it was only an optical illusion born from her wrist movements.

[member="Iziz Vei"]

 

[Iziz]

Iziz had no intention of allowing her to retreat, attempting to burst forward and barely reacting as the swell of kinetic energy welled up before him and blasted him with a wave of force that threw him backwards multiple meters, instantly knocking the berserker rage from his mind as his bones bent under the weight. Were he fighting a more advanced opponent his physical frame may have been shattered, but, as it stood, while the blow was painful, it was not crippling. Lurching through the air towards the rock Iziz had little more than half a second to think, using his tail, and what knowledge he had of his favored form, he span himself with difficulty in the air and with that single twist, allowed himself to hit the rock legs first, bending at the knee he planted himself, Closing his eyes for a moment he attempted something which was not often in his repertoire, though the charge would take time, and require a more familiar form. Casting both of his single handed light-sabers to a side while he began to pull on his vast reserves of the force, making his hair stand up on end with the static electricity of the power that he was attempting to use, hidden by his baggy clothing and his face-mask, Iziz drew the saber-staff from his back and ignited the two blades on it. Spinning it from one side to the other, the Jawa attacked with his preferred weapon, charging across the ground with the speed and natural grace that a form like Ataru provides.

Iziz would launch with an aerial attack, his tail coiling loosely around himself and striking in time with the two blades as Iziz would use this momentum to become something not unlike a spinning dervish, not using the weapon in his hands like a traditional saber-staff at all, instead spinning it rapidly with quick, snap-like strikes before moving and re-locating the spinning pole by traversing it around his body. The blows were much faster, and the momentum of the bes'kar plated weapon made up for a lot of the strength Iziz didn't have. Hopefully Saiah would be finding this combat pose far harder to deal with...

After hitting his opponent or not with the dozen odd spinning attacks which would be coming towards her in the air, Iziz would land, rounding off his attack with another wave of sand kicked up in a three hundred and sixty degree spin around himself, intending to cloud her vision once again for the tail that would be following it up. But this time, the tail swiping through the cloud of sand would be extended to its FULL length, and more than capable of wrapping around her blade should she attempt to block it. Iziz hoped she would think for a moment that she was able to deal with the sheer versitility that Iziz, his training, and his equipment allowed him to provide. Though, this was only the tip of the ice-burg, the Jawa, in his uncharacteristically low pose, awaited the result of this attack for his daring follow-up. Those watching who could feel it, would be able to sense the force radiating from Iziz as the power he coiled through himself, through his nerves rather than through any other part of his body slowly came to a climax.

[member="Saiah"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Already as Iziz was launched back by her push, Saiah already begun gathering Force energy in her right hand for a second attack. She aligned her hand with Iziz' landing and grinned viciously. She dropped her lightsabre, caught it with her left hand, and he launched in his flashy spinning move Saiah shot an burst of arching blue lightning straight at him.

It was a channelling of all her pain, frustrations and her will to beat the Jawa down. She gritted her teeth in strain, her face twisting into a grimace of anger and pain. Her force-lightning had a long way to go still. Now it looked more like a single arc than the branched monstrosities greater Sith could muster up. Still, it packed a bite and some knock-back power. She had enough of his poodoo already.

[member="Iziz Vei"]

 

[Iziz]

Iziz, having successfully cleared the gap between himself and his opponent as Saiah seemed to be prepating something in the distance that was between them, but like a meteor the Jawa had honed in on his prey. Once he jumped and was spinning like a typhoon, dragging the sand particles up in his slick-stream, creating dust-devils with the spinforce he had begun to undertake as he was little more than a blur of motion... airborne, Iziz was little more than a meter or two away from his opponent. The tail which spiraled around himself like a helix, angling down against Saiah, would be a devastating force to be reckoned with from the sheer momentum it had built up alone, as well as the spinning saber-staff blades which were rapidly closing in. However, her motions did not fall on blind eyes or a vacant mind. Having been smashed from his berserker state; as Saiah cast her lightsaber to a side, the nature of a force based attack was something which crept into the recesses of the Jawa's mind as he approached, not known, but more, suspected, to be coming. Though the nature of the impending calamity was anothers guess entirely, and so, Iziz was to some extent ready... He had already been blasted by one force based attack, and the bruises which formed across him from broken capillaries and vessels across his fragile form and the warm crimson blood trickling down from his lip was a sign of that, but...

One needed to take risks high in order to gain significant rewards.

As the lightning coursed from the end of her hands in a single brilliant sapphire bolt, the near horizontal nature of his tail extended and spinning was like a beacon to the ephemeral energy. The arc smashed into the tail, the force of the electricity breaking and dispersing as it connected with the Phrik, flaying off of the legendary steel as what electricity was absorbed into the circuitry flowed into either the moving current to the light-saber, giving the blade a small spike to its power outage, or was absorbed by the MCD, specifically created as a buffer against the likes of electrical energy. Though, Iziz did not come out unharmed, stray lightning connected with some of Iziz's upper body after it had dispersed, mostly connecting with his Bes'kar rod causing his hands to grip onto the steel tighter and the Jawa to grip his teeth at the pain. Though, the kinetic energy which slammed into the tail, although drawn into it, did have an effect on the spin-cyle of the high-flying Jawa... connecting with the tail as he spun, the dispersing energy crashing against the flexible metal which bent to cushion the blow before being deflected by the lightning, getting knocked aside for a moment as the Jawa continued to spin violently towards his opponent, they metal pushing away causing Iziz only for a second to spin faster than he intended due to the off centered nature of the flexible tail as it was knocked off course only to be picked up again by Iziz's central momentum.

With the lightning attack dealt with in kind, Iziz was able to follow through, the flexible nature of the tail bending to the force of the lightning reduced any forward movement reduction to a minimum, and with his enemies' light-saber cast to a side, the Jawa had the opening he needed, coming down with the single strike to end the spin as he landed, aiming from her shoulder, to carry through to her opposite hip, as Saiah would only just end the attack, and Iziz having lost little to none of his momentum coming down, it would be unlikely at the very least the feamle Sith would have expected the counter, with forces combining to specifically suppress the effectiveness of a lightning based attack... thus, giving her very little time in order to evade, and even less to overcome any surprise...

But, Iziz was not going to end his assault there, as soon as he hit the ground, the static electricity which had coiled around his body and flown into his own hand would spark, landing, and raising at point-blank range, Iziz would raise his hand from the attack to aim it square at Saiah's chest, as, without warning a bolt of his own lightning would attempt to jump to the unarmed Rattataki. The force of which would be enough to send her flying backwards meters. The bolt would be singular in nature, rather than ever splaying into forked tendrils which would normally spread out over a conical area, the bolt of Iziz was in an almost pristine singular spear as to preserve its form, giving the bolt raw power, but sacrificing any area of effect... though, at this range, Iziz highly doubted his opponent to get out of his blows unscathed, and should the bolt collide with his opponent directly, there could be a high chance of the electrical surge inflicting nerve damage or even interfering with nerve clusters it came into contact with, especially ones such as the heart...

Though with the Medical technology and miracles of the day and age, such a palpitation or coronary would be highly unlikely to deliver any permanent damage and be easily heal-able, save for wounds to one's pride for needing to be removed from the arena on a stretcher.

[member="Saiah"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Oh kark!

So far, she had been able to keep the Jawa's furious assaults at bay, but now he came crashing down on her. Her lightning attack had been absorbed by his tail, she would have to remember that for next time. If there would be a next time. The cut Iziz would carve through her body was an unmistakeably lethal one, but Saiah had no intention of dying at his hand. She tried to evade by stepping and swaying to the side, her left hand bringing her lightsabre up to deflect his sabre. However, Saiah was in no way left-handed nor ambidextrous. Her left hand was far too slow and weak to properly deflect the crashing blow. Her evasion was too slow as well, she had been too sure of her Force Lightning taking effect, and Iziz' sabre carved deeply into her shoulder and collarbone. With a step back, she avoided him hitting her lungs or any vital organs, but her right arm was useless, and her left, hardly useful to begin with.

She stumbled backwards as her flesh seared and her robes smouldered. A cry of pain escaped her mouth and her eyes were alight with hatred. She tried to bring her sabre between them to absorb the lightning, but it was blown aside by its force, the residual electricity surged up her arm, cutting her cry short. Saiah sank to her knees, but her grey-eyed gaze was still fixed at the Jawa Assassin that stood before her. Her muscles twitched and ached, her right arm dangled useless at her side, and her eyes were losing focus. She raised her lightsabre again and pointed it at Iziz.

"Is that all you've got? You bloody, weak livered nerfherder."

Saiah's body was out of shape to fight, but she did not give up. She never gave up. Such was the Rattataki way, the Sith way, her way.

[member="Iziz Vei"]

 

[Iziz]

Iziz landed, most of his attacks having been successful, though the extra push from the lightning bolt made him hit the ground harder than he would have liked, standing up after firing his lightning bolt, he could tell immediately that this fight was done, her only weapon now was the force, and with the deep wound, her strength would be fading rapidly with every passing moment, it was more than likely adrenaline at this point was the only thing that was keeping her standing with a wound like that on her arm. Panting, Iziz had put a lot of his own effort into that attack, the concentration, the strain, the desperation were all things that taxed his small body, and this was the second time he had taken a hard landing on his legs, though the Ataru form made that a little better to deal with, Iziz was not so great a fighter as to be able to soak all force generated on his landing effortlessly. With the fight over, Iziz was about to walk away...

...But she had to open her mouth

Iziz's eyes and focus snapped up to her, and with a single motion of his arm aimed a low angled force push to throw her meters across the arena, not to hit any rocks or the walls, but Iziz knew at this point, that any falling impact with the sand or Jarring motion which could knock the wind out of her would drain her will to fight, drain her energy and push her further into submission. The Jawa looked in her direction and took a seat on a nearby rock, he would not advance on her while he had the upper hand, that was not the way of the hunter, she was weak now, the damage had been done.

"Speak all the words you want, with that wound, every motion you make will drain you, and I'm fast enough to evade you until that wound claims you... I win Saiah... go to the medic."

Iziz chuckled... yes, he knew he was being a coward, but he put his saber staff away and drew his two smaller blades, just to remind her that he had a ranged weapon that he could strike at her with at a distance, and that would be exactly what he was going to do, tossing one of the hilts up in the air watching it spin, and catching it repeatedly as his eyes were locked on hers, waiting for that look of defeat, of submission. A smile crossing his face as he felt confident this was over.

[member="Saiah"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

She tried to throw a defence between them, but it only lessened the blow by a fraction as the defence crumbled. Without her right hand she did not have the proper protection. She was thrown back, flying metres and tumbling backwards a little more. Her lightsabre shorted out as it slipped from her grasp. Left on her back, she rolled over on her side, and dug her fingers around the hilt of her sabre. Then she rolled up to her knees to her knees. Her right arm still dangling uselessly. The tumble had cracked some of the cauterisation, and blood was starting to flow down the front of her arm and torso.

Yes she was weak, probably defeated. However, she was not going to submit or show weakness of the mind. Her eyes were glazed with pain and a fading consciousness, but they still stared with steely intensity at [member="Iziz Vei"]. The fingers of her left hand clenched around the hilt of her deactivated lightsabre. She cared not about his spinning weapons nor his cocky grin. They would have to drag her out of there, and she would still not break eye-contact.

 

[Iziz]

Iziz watched the Sith pride of the woman before him, there was no glory left in this fight, so, turning on his heel the Jawa would walk to the exit of the arena, looking over his shoulder and smiling, knowing that the woman before him with that resolve would likely become more powerful than he could possibly imagine. She was a potent sith, there was no denying that... but the fight had changed from who was the better fighter, to who could break the other's pride...

And Iziz had no wish to continue that fight.

So, as the elevator came down, Iziz turned and bowed to his opponent, thanking her silently for the opportunity, he was honored to fight the woman, he head learned a lot from what they had achieved together, and he would use that information to further craft his skills in the dark side of the force.

so, until they met again...

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