See Them Driven Before You [Sith raid on Yutan Jedi Temple]

[Catherine Soja]

As she regained her mind set calming herself she stood up straight and began to meditate breifly once able to remove the pain from her mind for now she began to march back to face the Sith who still stood.

[member="Darth Krieg"] would likely soo see her return. "Not dead yet." She stood saber ready obviously taxed but defient. "I am a jedi I do not fear you. I have seen the beings who are of the darkness greater than you will ever be. you are a fearful man clinging to a pwoer he thinks will save him. Fear is your companion, the force is my ally. And a powerful ally it is, thorugh it I have the strength to endure." She said looking even less afraid than before.

 

[Zef Halo]

Vitor silently followed behind the larger figures of the Whipid and Cathar as the former one conversed with the latter. While disappointment mixed with fury could easily be recognized on the Cathar's face after his unsuccessful hunt of the man who apparently was a Jedi, Velok was completely accepting the situation and quickly directing their next movements upon their initial goal - the assault of the Jedi Temple.

In the distance, the banker could hear various loud noises of struggle and fighting. Velok's next words confirmed his beliefs. They were late to the 'party'.

Entering the Jedi temple, finally, the reckless charge of a Jedi with his blue lightsaber made Vitor stagger back. Despite already being shielded by the Cathar and Velok, Vitor was yet to get used to these dangerous weapons called lightsabers.

The Whipid took quick care of the obstacle while another one had faced the large Cathar. With more effort put than Velok, the Cathar Sith was able to overcome his Talz enemy with cunning use of his tool. An interesting weapon strapped on his hand. The grotesque of the bleeding Talz was something he did not want to observe but seeing the odd weapon on the Cathar's wrist definitely interested him greatly. It seemed crude and ancient but so were the lightsabers according to many spacers.

Vitor took the vibropickaxe on his back off from its magnetic seal while putting the blaster in its holster. Close quarters demanded weapons made for close quarters. There was definitely a dose of hilarity at the image of a human with a pickaxe between two lightsaber wielding aliens. The miner proceeded then to scavenge the remains of the first Jedi, more specifically - to rob the dead man of his lightsaber. That is when the Cathar asked him of his name while reloading his wrist weapon. Vitor's eyes fell curiously upon it before shifting his eyes to the feline eyes of the man that was by far larger than him.

"Vitor. Vitor Avendahl." He replied curtly. "And your name ?" Maybe after the introductions he would ask him of his wrist weapon. Right, not maybe but certainly.

[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] | [member="Velok the Younger"]​

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Between light of Feanor and the darkness of Abyss, the light was an irritation, but not quite enough to severely hamper the Sith Lords. The light's host was corrupted, such meddling in the middle only kept one from reaching the true height of any discipline. For now, it remained a speck in the corner of her eye, like a distant reflection of the sun. However, if she were to get much closer or be chosen as subject to a new direct blast of light, then perhaps it would have a significant effect.

Ophidia's strike had lashed out, but been parried. She reeled in the knockback with a whipping motion of her blade, setting it quickly back on point for defence against a counterattack. Meanwhile, she took a quick step back to keep distance and settle into a more ready position for prolonged combat. She watched the green blade, estimating her opponent's position through its motions. It was not perfect, but it gave her enough of an inkling to make educated guesses.

"You see nothing, Jedi."

The right hand moved as her own scarlet blade interposed itself against Shmi's blue. Ophidia noted the two colours. Two blades. Meanwhile, the hilt in her left hand slipped into her palm and activated with a second snap-hiss. She immediately moved it into a rising cut at the other end of the blue blade, aiming to destroy the hilt or injure the hand while it was momentarily bound. Or, at the very least, keep the Jedi's attention occupied and distracted from Abyss.

"You are forsaken, lost."

Ophidia's voice kept an eerie calm despite the crossing of blades. It was soft like silk and cold like the dead of space, but with a sawlike rasp in its wake that portrayed the underlying malice.

In the periphery of her senses, she could feel the approaching presence of [member="Darth Carnifex"] . His deeply corrupted presence in the Force, warping the boundaries of life and death with its mere existence, was not easily forgotten and certainly hard to miss.

[member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Shmi Labooda"]

 

[Darth Atrox]

"I doubt that." the human hissed, studying the Padawan from the other end of the hallway. His voice echoed throughout the area, commanding the attention of even the smouldering corpses of fallen troops. It was fair to say that the Knight was no longer impressed with the foolish attempts to murder him, which was growing evident to most Force-Users in the Temple with his ever stronger Dark Side signature, fuelled by anger and a sudden hatred for the Corellian, twenty meters before himself. "Surely you know; your attempts of dispatching me are futile, and will only end with your destruction."

The ignition of his lightsaber signified the end of the pair's verbal exchange, and the beginning of their second confrontation. A fresh flurry of electricity erupted from his fingertips, forking off to hit the walls and their mane target. Without ceasing the assault, Darth Krieg sprang forward with the speed of a racing bullet, eager to teach the Padawan yet another lesson. Electricity crackled and exploded upon impacting the stone and Catherine, as if the pair were battling for supremacy inside the storms of Kamino. "Your poor attempts at healing yourself have backfired. You have been left weak whilst I am uninjured. This assault will be the beginning of your ultimate demise."

[member="Catherine Soja"]

 

[Catherine Soja]

[member="Darth Krieg"]

She felt his rage wash over her but it was like air flowign thorugh a fan as she stood. As he charged forward she sliced down on a peice of the floor and pulled it up blockign his first strike from there she threw a blast of the force straight for him alogn with a swipe of her blade. Her mind felt the force echo of the fall of Corellia the entity she felt there made the Knight before her feel liek a small blot of ink against a beign that felt liek a massive tital wave of evil. He'd feel no fear from the padawan indeed only a desire to protect now. "One thing i did learn, Fear is meant to be conqured!" With this she swept forward the force enhancing her speed even amidst the pain she came with several powerful strikes at him her saber glowing brightly as her focus grew. Each strike meant to use his own momentum to help guide her strike.

 

[Catherine Soja]

[member="Darth Krieg"]

Unfortiunately for thep adawan her efforts failed to accoutn for all his movements and as she was movign for a strike her back was exposed and a cut struck her the blade was enough to finally throw her past the pain threashold and wlel she had truely been bested here. She managed to hobble away a little before passing out. She'd not wake up till after the fighting.

 

[Ellie Mors]

The Meaning of Life

Even as her saber passed across the flesh of the Mandalorian's face, even as she felt the pressure of the tip of her blade against the pauldron of the man's armor, the Sith knew that the battle would not end without absolute domination by the victor. She passed through the air as he did, landing on her feet as he rolled to the ground, and rose with a menacing silence, not daring to utter a word - even as he ran towards her. To contrast with her initial patience, her willingness to placate her foe and concede the first move to him, the fury of stepping into the fury of Juyo required a constant momentum and a ruthless fury that would not be sated if not through victory.

A slight bend at the knees, a hunch of her shoulders, and the Sith pushed herself off of the ground with a force-fueled back-flip which launched her high into the air and brought her down directly in front of her foe as he spoke his rhetorical question. Even as the man lashed out she was already on the move, sliding her right foot forwards as she pushed off with her left to flank his right side - the man's lightsaber slicing through her robes at her left shoulder, leaving a glowing sear across her flesh. But she was unhindered by the pain, feeding on her own agony as her rage doubled, and lifted her left hand up, saber aimed towards the man, and drew her arm back.

With ferocious speed, Vitium's left saber thrust forwards like the tail of a scorpion, her left leg sliding forwards with her jab to shift her weight into the blow.

"I will only accept your own."

[member="Tracyn"]

 

[Pinda Solthar]

Sparks lit up in her face once her weapon clashed with her opponents. The woman spoke words that were cold and caused the hairs on her neck to stand. The Jedi Master gritted her teeth and her mouth scrunched up as it became obvious that she was finally growing attuned to the battle around them. In the brief moment she held her blade against hers she noted a second sprouting to life before her. A duel-wielder.

Her finger quickly hit the activation button and her blue blade shrunk back into its hilt. With speed and aggression she quickly twisted her wrist while activating the weapon simultaneously. In doing so she was able to knock the woman's weapon downward before it could fully follow through with its masters intentions. Twisting her body around she felt a pit in her chest...her danger sense. Her strands of hair that weren't enclosed in her bun spun threw the air with her and just like that she felt a sharp pain in her shoulder.

Her green blade sprouted to life and blocked the second one aimed at her stomach. Without even taking a breath she lunged forward and reached out with her right hand releasing a massive wave of energy in the direction from which the blades were released. Taking a deep breath she launched herself at [member="Darth Ophidia"] in an aggressive fury. With both blades she launched a furious staccato of attacks towards the sith intending to push her back. With her right hand she came down in a diagonal arc, her left carried an un-ignited blue blade that sprung to life when she held it out. The blade was jabbed towards the woman's right shoulder. Her next attack was followed up by crossing her blades and lunging her blades forward in the form of an x.

In all she felt the arrival of another more prevalent evil. However the shadow cast upon them by [member="Darth Abyss"] was still upon them. Although fading his physical presence remained shrouded. Her shoulder finally gave in to the pain, she could feel it now. The blade was still inside.

[member="Darth Carnifex"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

When the telekinetic blast reached him, Abyss struggled to even keep his balance. The attack took him by surprise, he had guessed that her focus would stay on his master, but as it seemed she had seen the danger in both of them now. He stumbled backwards, trying his best to not fall to the ground. Other than most he had not much of a barrier around him, as he rather preferred to avoid an attack instead of blocking it.

While [member="Shmi Labooda"] fell into a series of short strikes aimed at [member="Darth Ophidia"], the darkness around Abyss final fully faded away, leaving the hooded figure out in the open again. Not that it still mattered after all, she had a knife in her shoulder, and seriously tried to best one of the best bladeswoman in the galaxy, a feat that even without exhaustion and injuries were above her abilities. He was almost out of tricks and still only barley found his balance again, but at this point it wasn't really important anymore, she was pushed, and even without them she could not stand against two lords of the sith.

His left extended, and he took aim, but it took him a second longer than anticipated as he had to use his arm to finally balance out his stance again. She stood to his left, but with her push towards his master, he had a free sight at her back. Inside his mind, anger became hate, and hate became power. And with power came an intense madness, like every time he released the dark side in one of his purest forms: Blue lightning blasted out of his left, a short burst instead of a storm to not accidentally hit his master with it, but still filled with a highly destructive potential.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra was breathing heavily, her left hand at her side and gathering up the force into it once more while she watched the Zabrak stand there. In her other hand the silver blades, now connected by the hilts were humming while the only other sounds nearby were those of [member="Darth Abyss"]' fight with [member="Shmi Labooda"], and the far off fighting of normal soldiers. She had not noticed [member="Darth Ophidia"]'s arrival quite yet, but could tell by the sounds of it that there was more than just those two now there fighting. Things were getting worse by the moment, and she had only been given a chance to study her surroundings thanks to the moment afforded to her by Krest's halting his actions.

This Zabrak was not her friend, and she knew that more than enough to the point where she could no longer hold back against him. So as she breathed in, her spirit reached out and latched onto the tree's energy, redirecting it through her and pushing herself into a charge for the Zabrak. She was not so stupid as to bring this charge into a headlong saber duel without any tricks to use, after all, she would lose no matter the situation if it was merely a duel between the two of them in that fashion. Instead, she employed two distractions to aid her in this, hoping to wound [member="Darth Ferox"] in one strike so that she could escape with the Jedi.

The first move was to implement an ability called Force Blind, in which she would project out a bright light created by force to blind the man in front of her with what seemed like a complete wall. Now she hoped he would find this as another attempt involving Force light, forcing him to prepare himself and resettle his footing, which was what came next. Those seeds she had dropped to the ground and the roots near Krest's feet from the tree would burst up from the ground, trying to wrap around him without any care for his saber or anything he would do. She didn't know about his temporary numbness to the force, and honestly expected the vines and such to be lit on fire or cast aside by force but, with him numb to it, the shock might be an enough to capture him in their grasp or least make him stumble.

Which was where her physical strike would come in next, assuming these achieved their purpose. Her body was moving forward and hoping to cause enough disruption that it could give her an opening in the man's defenses. She had the benefit of the tree beside her, allowing her to draw from the force with less worry of taxing herself, but that was the only advantage she had over Krest. He had wounded her, he had backup, he was more skilled with a blade. She was a sage first and foremost, not a warrior of the blade and that was something she knew well enough and would have to use to her advantage. She could attempt another use of light but that would drain her too greatly and likely achieve nothing more than it had before, or she could draw up her power and focus on enhancing her body. It was a valid tactic but not against Krest. Her best chance was the plants around her and relying on powers she had developed enough for Combat.

 

[Darth Ferus]

First, a blinding light. The Zabrak could do little as the sudden wall of white burned into his eyes. While clearly not Force Light, the only image he could see was a still frame of [member="Alexandra Feanor"] mid-charge with her hand up. Everything else was white. It was almost like a flashbang, without the bang. His free metallic hand went up to try and block the light out to no avail, only to suddenly feel pressure on his living leg.

With only that as a warning he found himself falling backwards through the air as if something had tripped him. Now actually blinded, the most he could do was shut off the saber in his palm and try to catch himself on the ground below him. This was not a good situation to be in, for as he fell he knew it would be a perfect time for his opponent to strike. Yet as he did, a familiar feeling finally returned to his body. Still weak, the Force had returned.

And just in time for what ever was going to happen next.

 

[Elijah Black]

Slowly she shook her head to the Sith's argument. Clearly, and unsurprisingly, she disagreed. "We are not tissue. We are people. And those you can always work with." she could not so easily brush aside the importance of life. People died for what they believed in, soldiers perished in wars. It was usually a last resort that came about from a failure to openly communicate and swallow ones pride. Lives mattered, whether they were Jedi, Sith politician, baker or none of the above. In war those were unnecessarily lost. "Yet you've never tried that approach, have you? By depriving others of their freedom, of their lives, you corrupt yourselves. The actions of Sith only benefits themselves, while all others suffer. Call yourself the cure all you want, your kind will forever be the disease" she could never get behind a cult that used their freedom to deprive others of it.

Now the Jedi smiled, yet it was a weak one, one given to someone she did expect to understand her or be persuaded. "I am a pawn." perhaps it had been intended as an insult, but it was the role of a Jedi. "I am a servant. To the Force, to the Jedi Order" and all that it stood for, which encompassed a great deal. "I do not require people to remember me. They may never know about my existence, but if my actions kept them from harm, I will find satisfaction in that." it may have sounded like a rehearsed line, one beaten into her from long years at Jedi Academies, but she had become to believe them. "There is no death, only the Force" she recited a part of the Jedi Code. And even after death, were they truly gone? Even her master who had seemingly vanished was not truly gone. She lived on through the lives that she had touched, the many Padawans who now became the backbone of the Order. The torch might shift hands, but the flame carried on. It was that realisation that allowed her to stand up to him with the confidence she felt.

"I won't concern myself with my worth. I will simply be a Jedi, that is enough. Unlike those of your order, I don't require fame. That seems to be the occupation of Sith, with their endless pride and posturing." out of all of her points, perhaps this was the one he was most likely to agree with. The Sith were not short of rivalries and in-fighting after all. However, it was not lost on her that all the talk could be a way to distract her to lower her guard, make her think that this was not a battle. She did not falter, holding the grip of her hilt firmly.

[member="Tirdarius"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Darth Ferox"] had started to fall, the vines and roots doing their job and continuing to curl up his legs as he did, she was unsure how far he would go or when he would reach out to try and free himself, but it seemed as though he was unconcerned with that. So she moved on to the next part of her plan, her hand reaching out and yanking on the large branches of the tree. The sound of wood splintering would be very clear, and soon enough the first limb would be shot towards Krest like a crude spear meant to pin him to the ground. She was aiming for his shoulder, the one she assumed was still flesh and hoping that what she did would work in keeping him secured to the ground.

He knew she was not done yet, her hand drawing back from the tree and gathering a familiar electric charge in her hand before reaching out with it and aiming the bolts at his chest. The bolts were not Sith lightning, far from it considering where she stood in the force. No, instead it was Electric judgment, a power more suited to sapping strength from an individual than outright trying to kill the enemy before its user. It could be considered weaker, a fact she was far aware of but with her directly pulling the force through the tree and bringing it up from inside her; she had hope it would cause a decent level of damage.

She wasn't sure how long he would be like this, something seemed off, and she didn't want to go near him quite yet until she was sure they were on equal footing. One wrong move, one greedy step and she would end up with more than a saber through the shoulder. Her breath was already growing harder from the wound, the pain still there with every movement but it was at least sealed off from the saber that had pierced through her. She could still draw a decent amount of power, but the longer this went on, the worse of a situation she would have, her eyes resisting the urge to move towards [member="Darth Carnifex"], but ever cautious about his intervention or those of anyone else in the area. Her hand still holding the sabers working to turn them off and replace in that hand a small cylinder, holding it tight and waiting to see how she would effect Krest with the lightning.

 

[Teynara Jeralyr]

| [member="Zylah Dvale"] |​

There was no fear in this one, or at least none that she might openly display - contempt was foremost in her mind, that eternal sense of moral superiority that the Jedi had ever sought to claim over the Sith, as though they alone could wield the Force with any true sense of virtue. The Force guides our actions. Yes, he'd heard that one before: the smug recognition of slavish servitude to a power they did not understand, even as they bound themselves to corrupt governments and scheming politicians, defending the institution and ignoring the darkness that ever grew within as a result.

This girl had clearly been raised on the bread and butter of the Jedi way, seeing the Sith as their selfish enemies, beings out only to serve themselves and with no better vision for the Galaxy. So very naive, but we ever seek to dehumanise those we might one day have to kill. In that regard, the Jedi were pragmatic, but nowhere to the extent of the Sith. She would kill me here and convince herself that it is a justified end, believing that she had no other choice. It was a beautiful illusion, a lie that the Jedi had ever presented as a means to justify the war that would otherwise call them to account as hypocrites.

Did you never stop to consider that we might have good and honest reasons for what we do? Undoubtedly not: the Jedi had a tendency to simplify things in terms of good and evil, making them black or white, in a way that meant they had to sit in judgment of those things which did not match up with their obscure ethical standards. And when they kill in retribution for our imagined inadequacies, they can stand forth detached from it all, and never have to feel the pain of the murders they cause. Small wonder the Sith wanted the gone: they could justify anything in the name of abstract 'freedom' and 'justice'. If she could overpower me and kill me, it would be a just death, even though I have not harmed her. It was perverse.

"You speak of things you do not truly understand, girl," he rebuked her, offering a stern expression, as though he were a teacher berating a recalcitrant student. "I know what the Jedi believe of the Sith, but it is a lie seen only through your own tinted lenses." Of course, they both had their misconceptions: after millenia of fighting between the two, they so often only saw each other as abominations, monsters that needed to be put down if peace were to return to the Galaxy. "Were we truly selfish beings, you would already be a corpse cooling rapidly on the floor before me."

The Sith Lord shook his head, knowing well enough that she could not see that the Sith sought to serve, too: but their service would not be humble subservience to a corrupt political power: the Sith did not exist to maintain the status quo, keeping peace by forcing everyone to return to their corners. Change did not come from the absence of conflict: one evolved only when the environment forced you to adapt or be rendered inert. And the governments you serve have only ever sought to give people the illusion of freedom. How many of them truly have the choice to become more than they are?

"My people are pragmatists, focused upon the goal of seeing the Galaxy grow and become more than it is. You speak of freedom, but you speak the words as though by rote. You don't truly understand the concept. I doubt you've ever truly experienced how dark and dangerous real freedom is." The Jedi adhered to their codes and doctrines, the ones which demanded control and repression of their emotions. They weren't free even in their own hearts: they were too afraid of the dark to act according to their own desires. Thus, you must be told what to think, how to act. You don't choose for yourselves. "Even now, you feel you must stand in my way, perhaps kill me in order to stop me moving forward. I have not sought to harm you, and yet you still wish me dead."

He offered her an amused smile, gesturing towards the hand that so tightly gripped the hilt of the lightsaber at her side. He could sense that she was willing to use it, perhaps even wanted to: she would not be the first anti-Sith in the Jedi ranks, the ones that spent their lives focused on defeating the enemy that would not otherwise be stopped. And what happens if you succeed? With the Sith gone, will peace reign? Of course not: there was a reason the Sith always returned when the Jedi thought them gone. A galaxy without us festers, becomes diseased and corrupted, tainted by ennui and ruled by those who cared nothing for the greater good. The Darkness will always give birth to those that must fight it, and so we come to deal with the taint you have allowed to spread. Your complacency creates the Sith, and we come to shake you from it.

"I'll happily stand here and pretend to play the evil being hell-bent on destroying the Galaxy, but if you don't recognise that notion for an absurdity, you're truly not paying attention," he remarked cooly, knowing that she had probably never stopped to think about it. Far easier to dismiss us as warmongerers, beings who stand only for ourselves, seeking to aggrandise ourselves at cost to the Galaxy. A foolish notion, but the Jedi had always been excellent at judging that which they did not truly understand. "But go ahead, young one, show your claws, talk to me of Jedi moral superiority as you reflect on how best to murder me."

 

[Darth Ferus]

Once again being able to feel the Force the first thing the Zabrak heard from it was a warning. As he heard the warning, the sound of branches breaking filled his ears, instantly alerting him to what was about to happen. Falling, the most he could do was twist his torso to keep the sharpened branch from impaling him. A burning sensation filled his mind as it cut deep across his shoulder and thudding into the ground below.

He too hit the ground, just as his vision seemed to blur back into existence. Fuzzy shapes of [member="Alexandra Feanor"] , or at least he assumed it was, the tree, and a spark of blue. Blue? With a growl he brought up his wrist, where the hidden blade was, and used it as a focal point to catch the lightning. Sith steel was always useful when electricity could fry his circuits.

As his gaze came back, he finally noticed what was wrapping around him and holding him down. With a quick swipe of the lightning rod gauntlet he would cut with the blade extended, cutting them apart enough so he could scramble backwards and escape it's grasp. Even as he did so he knew he was still open to attack, and the thought constantly put him on edge. Yet she still kept her distance. Did she fear a counter attack? Perhaps he could use that to his advantage to get free after all.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Darth Ferox"]

His action was what she wanted, his blades occupied with her lightning and the wrappings, which gave her the moment she needed to yank her primary hand back drawing as much strength into the arm as she could and smiling before stepping forward and loosing the cylinder at Krest's center mass. Upon leaving her hand, the object started moving towards Krest but otherwise looked like a normal old rod before it would be actived by her hand in the force. Choosing the second before maximum range of contact, she would activate the collapsible warstaff and watch it extend out in addition to the force behind the throw already. It would add that extra punch from its activation to the force behind its movement, and she hoped this was enough to keep Krest down for now.

She would rather knock krest out, or do something to bring him somewhere that Alexandra could talk to her old friend without him being harmed. But she did not know how many more enemies would arrive; she did not know the situation, and she did not know how long it would take to escape if she had Krest with her. She wanted to heal his wound to his shoulder or to heal whatever wound the warstaff might cause her friend but she could not without creating a risk for herself. She could not help him without someone coming up behind her and cutting her down. She hated harming her friend, and her body started to twitch as she tried to steel herself and not show too much.

Her hand would not rest, though, drawing in the force once more to hope she could reestablish the bonds or even do something to bring Krest down for good in regards to this current battle. She could not rest and cry over her friend right now, nor worry about what comes after. This moment was what was important, and she had to ensure that Krest remained where he was.

 

[Darth Ferus]

And there it was. Another warning, but an opportunity. His lightsaber remained in his metallic hand, off to his side as he scrambled backwards, and his flesh hand no longer tried to cut away the vines with his hidden blade. But he saw her movement, blurry as it was, with the assistance of the Force's warning that was. In that instant he dropped his own saber, bringing up the metal hand as he had before.

To snatch the saber. At the last moment, just when she would activate the blade, he would reach up and snatch it, his metal palm over the emitter. Just as he tried before he would let the blade pierce the durasteel outer plate only to hit the ore below to force a deactivation with a loud and abrupt pop. Farther from the vines, and should his grab take hold of the weapon, he would crush down to break it and finally return to his feet with a quick force aided flip backwards.

With a growl he would crouch, watching out for her next advance forward. He was still stuck in the defensive after all.

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Darth Ferox"]

She watched him, waiting and the moment he reached up to catch her weapon, he had dropped his and she reached out towards it. She was unsure how he would react to this, but he hoped the danger he would feel was focused on the staff and not on his own weapon as she manipulated its position and pressed down on its activator with the force. She would wait and watch, hoping the blade would cut through it's masters side and cause injury before Krest could so much as deal with her own weapon. She was unsure how well this tactic would work, the idea to use his saber only just then coming to her and her manipulation of it was hastened in order to make a clean hit on the preoccupied man. The best case scenario even was that her staff would lodge into Krest's hand while his own saber would cut through him at the side, causing damage on two fronts and removing that hand from play for a few moments.

Would this work? She was unsure as Krest always had a way out of things, but she knew that the wound in the shoulder alone would perhaps give her a moment of hesitation or concentration, as well as his focus on her staff in the first place. It was unusual for someone to turn their opponent's saber on their master, somewhat even disrespectful but it was her best shot at causing Krest heavy wounds before he would be able to get up. She even hoped that the opportunity to drag his saber to her own hand would be within reach of this moment but that was a fact she could not be sure about.

So she watched and reached out, manipulating his saber and hoping the blow would cut through before he could move an inch, much less get up.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Always something. Too many things. The vines, his saber, her staff, the tree branch. All in a matter of moments [member="Alexandra Feanor"] displayed her prowess in the Force, but so too would Ferox. With his life so constantly in danger the Force screamed out in such away it almost hurt his ears to hear. Yet as it did, her intentions became clear. His on saber would be turned against him, her effort no longer turned on trying to get him snared in the vines. And her staff still would come, simply from momentum.

The only error he saw with what he thought was the fact the staff coming towards him wasn't a saber. A simple change was needed, and instead of trying to catch the blade in his palm his hand turned, grasping the staff. He didn't so much try to stop the weapon, but angle it. If not for the mechanical might of his arm, he wouldn't have been able to. The staff slammed into the ground just beside him, cutting slightly into his side as it went down but just enough for the weapon to catch his saber along it's steel. Would it last? He assumed so, given it was Alex's weapon.

As the staff slammed into the ground he finally brought himself to his feet, his arms up at the ready as his blue eyes turned to red, staring down the Echani with a hate he could only have after all of this backpedaling he had to do. His vision was back, but at the cost of two new bleeding wounds on his shoulder and his waist, and she still held control on his saber for the time being.

 

[Catherine Soja]

By the time she'd awoken she was in hellish pain but her foe was gone and she made her way back up to the ships leaving. She was no use anymore in this battle. Eventually she'd get into oen shuttle and fly off with the group evacutaing. There a medical droid would already start working on her.

[OOC: and with that I exit the thread have fun all]