Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

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Serenity on Sullust (Open to all Jedi)

They had already fallen into a rhythm, and it was one Nikola allowed himself to become immersed in for a short while, noting each movement of the wooden blade and how it connected with the other just so. The part of swordplay he was at once fascinated and bored with were the exact technicalities. He was fascinated with how one single movement could make or break the fight, but such a theory only interested him so long as it was put into practice. So he decided to up the ante a bit, combining all aspects of what saber forms he could recall from his training, making them work for him rather than the other way around, as was traditionally expected. The blade was his own tool, after all.

It wasn't difficult to tell the other was holding back, and he had a feeling his offensive was only going to last so long as was decided by his opponent. But he didn't let that doubt translate into his form, keeping his stance and movements firm and purposeful, though there was a certain guarded touch to them that hadn't been present before. He was dealing with a more experienced fighter, that much was evident, but he wanted to know just how far that experience extended.

[member="Sheyh Kehl"], [member="Krux Mullarus"], [member="Joza Perl"]
 
The feeling of crossing blades with another was exhilerating. Mullarus began to feel like he was nineteen again on Lorrd, dueling a mysterious cultist woman in front of Darth Azurea, showing off how much he loved the rush of battle and how he desired to spill blood and gore in the name of the Sith.

Only this time, he knew better and felt twenty years older.

Let's get cocky

Without warning, and probably regretfully, Krux began to put in his effort and start transitioning from defensive Form III blocks and parries and began to speed up considerably, starting to strike back at Ticon with a flurry of slashes. Krux practiced his preferred lightsaber form, the dangerous "Sith Form", Form VII, Juyo. Strikes fast enough to overwhelm the foe, making it look as if he were striking from ever angle possible at once. It required immense focus to perform and, for Sith, worked flawlessly when channelled with rage. As for Krux, he simply focused and performed, there was no rage. Only determination.

It wasn't about overwhelming and possibly hurting the kid, it was about testing himself. Could he still execute Juyo as well as he could before becoming a Jedi? The effect he would have on Ticon would show him as he rushed the boy from almost every angle.


[member="Nikola Ticon"] / [member="Joza Perl"] / [member="Sheyh Kehl"]
 
At first the spar seemed to proceed in a fairly standard manner as both men tested the waters, trying to feel each other out. The Zeltron studied the battle intently, noting everything from their posture to where they put their feet, to how they handled their blades. She didn’t have the capacity memorize all of it of course, but she didn’t intend to, only wanting to familiarize herself with as many styles and as many fighters as she could.

Suddenly, the mood of the battle shifted. Joza couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when it had happened, but suddenly Krux was flying at his opponent with blinding strikes coming from what seemed like impossible angles. She took a brief moment to marvel at the man’s ability, never really having seen anything quite like it before. She wondered how Nikola would be able to handle it.

[member="Nikola Ticon"] - [member="Krux Mullarus"] - [member="Sheyh Kehl"]
 
"Eharl." The comment was made nearly offhand, translating from Old Corellian roughly as something akin to 'trickster', a condemnation as to [member="Krux Mullarus"]' actions. Almost instantly he was on the defensive, and though Nikola grudgingly gave ground he refused to back down entirely, only shifting his stance for the time being. Sometimes it paid to focus on a myriad of fighting styles rather than just one, and this was one of those times. He did what he could to block or otherwise avoid the strikes coming his way, none of them making a solid connection with his form just yet but a number coming far too close for comfort. If there was one thing he was absolutely certain of, it was that this form hadn't been taught by any Jedi.

Once again he let the fight reach a sort of stagnation, not making any move to press his attack or otherwise change his plan of action. He couldn't always be on the offensive, and he was well aware that he was dealing with one much more talented than himself. It would be wise to do what he could to take the other by surprise. It was that he tried his hand at next, keeping his blade raised in order to block any incoming strikes but otherwise planting his foot and turning outwards in a spin that would hopefully allow them to briefly disengage. Breathing room was what he needed, at least momentarily, in order to determine his next move. Assuming that strategy had been successful he would press the advantage, not giving the other much of a chance to recoup if he could help it.

[member="Joza Perl"], [member="Sheyh Kehl"]
 
Juyo is a dangerous form to practice...especially for a Jedi who doesn't rely upon passion and hatred anymore.

Krux exhaled, stopping his seemingly ceaseless discharge of Juyo strikes and holding his kendo with both hands again, facing Ticon. "Wow...good job. You're a talented fighter if you can withstand a flurry of Juyo strikes. You're quick on your feet." he acknowledged, giving him a respectful nod. "Give it your best shot. Don't hold back on me, Ticon!" he said, challengingly as he gave his kendo another twirl.

[member="Nikola Ticon"] / [member="Joza Perl"] / [member="Sheyh Kehl"]
 

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