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She's anything but calm (Mythos)

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Bespin's skies were beautiful to Minna, rolling clouds with an orange hue brought by the setting sun. A planet far from Sith and Jedi territory, it would be perfect for the meeting. No, Date. Yeah, she couldn't quite make herself believe it. She was going to date a Sith. It was a repulsing thought now, despite the fact her husband had been a Sith for the majority of their relationship. Fortunately this was nothing serious, atleast not romantically serious. He was an assassin, one of Ferus', and there was no doubt he won the auction just to try his hand at killing her. It was quite elaborate, going to all this effort to end her life. The only other alternative was kidnapping her but... she couldn't see the use in that. Then again, it wouldn't surprise her if Ferus had some twisted plan for her in place of a quick, painless death.

The restaurant was empty bar herself, sat in the direct center by a two adjoined square tables. Booking the whole place was necessary, no doubt things would get violent and innocents were the worst things to have around in a fight. On one side of the room was a glass wall, acting as a window out to the skies. That was where she kept her gaze, watching the misty horizon.

As much as she had thought of coming in her armor, attending a date clad in ultrachrome seemed rude and a waste of occasion. For this reason she wore a knee-length black dress, crafted from a mixture of shell-spider silk and Armorweave for added protection. Of course it wouldn't be enough to withstand a series of saber strikes, but if this came to a fight she didn't plan on getting hit. It would be the same as wearing standard Jedi robes, just prettier.

Hopefully he was a smart sith, whoever this [member="Lord Mythos"] was, and didn't plan on barging in to chop her to pieces. She hadn't spoken to a Sith, one saner than Ferus atleast, since her own days as one. A conflict of ideologies was always good grounds for a debate.

But afterall, this was a date. There were things other than the force to talk about.
 
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Glory. Honor. Tragedy.

How often those three things converged on one another through the space of time Mythos thought, the mission briefing was superficial and self explanatory; Win the auction, Kill the Target.

The job of an assassin, and what most did not realize is that the king of Atrisia was also part of that elite group of killers and cutthroats in the bowels of the one sith lead by an epicanthix considered to be one of the galaxies most powerful sith lords; [member="Darth Ferus"]. The funds used by the auction were authorized by the counsel of the assassins themselves.... This mission was top priority and the helm had been given to Mythos to see it carried out, failure would not be tolerated or else the payment of the auction would come out of his pocket.

Needless to say, this was mission "date". Was nothing more than that. "Success or death" He said under his breath as he walked in the empty bar, his eyes locked into the beautiful woman, but he did not see her, he saw a walking, breathing corpse.
Those words had got him this far, had carved a path through the galaxy to land him a throne and a gladius forged by the Dark Lord himself.

He wore his midnight clothes for this evening with long sleeves. He brought no armor, no gadgets, no comlink. All he brought was his two lightsabers strapped upon his belt; pride and myth, the rudis that he stuck to the floor before he entered and the Axe in his right hand, dangling like a pendulum...back and forth.. back and forth... with every step.

His eyes glared ominously at her as he stepped forward. Yellow beads of an executioner, emotionless, effortless...flawless. Yet he was not emotionless, he knew that he was about to bring pain and blood and annihilation.... he enjoyed it, he embraced it, he fed off that urge in his mind and the hunger of the axe to become stronger in the darkside and more powerful in combat and with the force in general.... He let go. No words were spoken... he was here to kill.
The first Axe swing came.
 
How boring. As much as she had hoped, it seemed this was not a smart Sith. Where were the days of Taeli and her methodical planning? Now even the Assassins were wielding axes like barbarians. While she was no ninja in her Sith days, she did a better job than this. The man approached her gripping his weapon, a tell tale sign that he was not here for a nice chat, for that he would have used concealed lightsabers like herself. When he came into range he wasted not a second, swinging at her with his crude blade. Effortlessly she rocked back on her chair and kicked the table up to the swing, allowing her to backflip from it whilst the wood took the brunt of the blow. The table split in half and splinters lay strewn across the floor.

Minna landed meters away, upright and patting her dress down. Her head was shaking as it turned up to the Sith.
"Never been on a date before, hmm?" As she finished brushing the mess from attire, her hands raised up slightly. From the floor raised a mass of wooden splinters, collecting around her and turning to face the barbarian before her. "Such a shame..." She mused, before unleashing the torrent of small spikes towards him. Within seconds they were at his form, aiming nowhere in particular but hoping to cause annoyance to his skin and clothes. The splinters were not big enough to strike a lethal blow, but damn they would sting.

[member="Lord Mythos"]
 
The woman moved quickly, Mythos silently congratulated himself for not underestimating her as the table smashed into smithereens beneath the weight and power of the axe of Adas and Mythos charged forward through the debris and bashed splinters. The warrior spirit within in him was overwhelmed by the desire for violence and relentless destruction. "Surrender now and i promise you a quick and painless death" The words came naturally and did not distract him from his path of destruction. The Axe wheeled back as he held it in both of his arms and readied for another devastating swing still coming forward like an avalanche.

A wall of spiked splinters came at the sith lord yet he drove through them letting them slice his body and his clothing up as he charged down with an overhand swing aimed at her neck with enough power sever head from shoulder in a single swing. His eyes blazed in a yellow flame digging into her own, Mythos was engulfed in a vicious berserk rage like never before, a warshout followed the swing enhanced with the force to be a physical sonicboom from his lungs into the woman. Like a force push but meant only to stagger.

The shout was enhanced with the dark side of the force, a simple yet intensely effective technique that made the shouter faster and stronger for a short amount of time and also eliminated the sense of fear for a few seconds. The ability was slightly taxing yet his strength and movements were enhanced by the warshouts boon and Mythos made full use of it, crashing down with the axe executing several swings and slices then barreling down with violent and devastating strength with no subtlety. The axe also gave him extra strength, feeding into him and rewarding him for giving into the desire to maim and kill in a beserk fury, it made his limbs tight and feel like blocks of stone with every swing... He felt no remorse at this moment, only the desire to kill.

[member="Minna"]
 
"Surrender now and i promise you a quick and painless death!"
It was the same with all Sith, their idea of granting mercy. Was she wrong to have seeked some enjoyment from this date? Because so far it had been the same old boring Sith routine. Maybe she'd have to make quick work of this one. He was so full of rage, so focused on killing her, that he allowed the splinters to hurt him. After all, she knew he would find some sick pleasure from the pain. A predictable warrior, he came in yet again with a swing of his axe. Minna's acrobatic ability allowed her to half-backflip out of it's way, whilst in the process retrieving her saberstaff that was concealed by her thigh.

Landing somewhat off-balance due to the force-empowered shout, she managed to straighten herself up and ignite a singular blue blade. By that time his attacks continued, more swings backed up by his warrior strength. It was obvious emotion fuelled him, anger, rage, the need for violence. From this she would benefit. Her blade moved to his axe, allowing his blows to glance off instead of full-on blocking them. His strength would tear through her normal defence, so batting the strikes away was her only safe bet. With each parry she felt his rage, allowing it to come close to her and simmer. The key of Vaapad was to accept your opponents fury, then create a loop in which their power became yours. Of course it was dangerous for a Jedi, bordering so close to the dark side, but when used successfully against a Sith it proved very effective.

After several crude swings of his axe, she launched her counter-offensive. Her blade flowing like one unified stream, making it seemed like many blue lightsabers joined as one. Seemingly unconnected strikes would aim to hit their mark across his torso on both sides, some even straying low enough to try take out his legs. As she strived to push him backwards and land a strike on him, she stayed forever smirking. As strange as it was, Minna was enjoying the battle. She too was relishing in the violent combat between them, sapping his fuel as if she were a symbiotic war machine. On and on her attacks went, never intending to stop...

[member="Lord Mythos"]
 
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Every slice and attack of the axe consumed more and more of his energy but what seemed to be a turn around became an amazing thing to behold for anyone who would have seen. Several of the axe swings in the woman's stance and way of fighting changed instantly, a style Mythos recognized as his own structure and soul; juyo.

He smiled diving in to the focused beam of light headfirst and dropping the axe mid-flight and igniting his sabers to bet hew own in the counterpart of vapaad. His offenses met her offense blow by blow, not meaning to block her attacks by to clash into them with his own and use the force to crush after each blow. Frustration had been a good guide but when coupled with his pride it gave him an immeasurable power upon the dark side of the force.

Mythos did not know but both of them were enjoying the battle, as was demanded by juyo and vapaad respectively, each of them was, a jedi was discouraged but still some small portion must be enjoyed in someway, as such was the code of the style and Mythos knew. He was obsessed with lightsaber styles and combat ever since his loss at the temple of bones at his apprenticeship against Asajj.

After the first strike Mythos clipped myth into pride and complimented the strange dualsaber technique he had used with the sabers for the time he made them, he spun on a dime and used both ends to cover his mid section and legs with the larger saber, even using the songsteel of the saber itself for blocking the barrage, then using his momentum from the spin to come forward and thrust to her chest and execute a sweep with the black saber from under her feet.

A battle of Titanic proportions.Little did they know they were so much alike. Mythos having actually a good heart being a sith,and Minna have a dark center of a jedi, if only there was not the assassins and duty between them..... yet there was this, the truth. This was war.
[member="Minna"]
 
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Their blades clashed perfectly in unison, a neverending cycle of combined energy flowing between them. He was the Yin to her Yang, a part of the opposite energy within both of them. At this moment his rage was too great for her to see the good in him, but she believed there was good in everyone; it just needed to be found. As she was thinking of how to unearth the light in this man, suddenly his weapon became a dualsaber. Her blade came up to bat aside the thrust, and then straight afterwards the second blade of her saberstaff ignited, blocked the sweep at her feet. Flicking the button on her hilt, her blades began spinning in unison, forcing her opponent's blades out of their lock and away from her. With this she had a circular shield of sorts, allowing her to move backwards and great some distance. Once she had made a few meters between them, the spinning stopped.

Although she was a warrior like him, a Guardian, the force was forever her ally. It's use in battle to inflict extra damage or distraction on her opponent was something she would not neglect, no matter how much the thought of being a Consular or Seer bored her. Raising her spare hand she focused on the force around Mythos, going deeper and deeper to a molecular level. Through the Art of the Small she altered the structure of his blood, the red liquid present around each splinter which had dug itself into his skin. Soon enough it changed chemically, beginning to burn against his flesh. It's chemical structure now resembled that of acid, and began it's work at irritating and searing his flesh. His initial wounds were only small, and so with the little blood present there would only be a sharp pain at each point, no long lasting damage to his body. No, the damage would come from her blade.

As soon as the acidic blood began to bite as his senses, she lunged forward into range again. Feeding from his pain and fury she erupted into a flurry of strikes. Aiming all over his form, both left and right with each blade, to try and catch him out. Her strikes came shallow, hoping to catch the edges of his skin so that they would merely cut the surface. Killing him outright with these attacks was not her plan, instead that was to push him back towards the large window across the restaurant. To add to the sheer speed of her strikes, they became rather complex. Utilizing the spinning mechanism of her saberstaff, some of the strikes retracted themselves, making some appear to come at him but then strike from a completely different direction. This confusion would keep him on the defensive hopefully, allowing her to push him back and gain the upper hand.

[member="Lord Mythos"]
 
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There was no defense in Mythos' style of combat,only when absolutely necessary, it was a way of life as much as a fighting style for him, it was the way he lived every single day. The clash of blades came in again and again, each strike breaking the ground under their feet contrasting their bodies covered in debris. The pain of the attacks Mythos had endured fueled into his being and charged him like a battery of dark, malicious energy. When his blood started to boil and his skin began to ache like acid the image of Mythos was that of the old war statues in Korriban, fearsome and berserk. Then he reached a point where he had never reached before, during all his battles in the past he met his limit but now he saw a true power fearsome in the dark side.

As her lightsaber drew nearer he widened his stance and placed his saber behind him while the screams of pain inside him were kept in the aura around his signature. He raised his palm towards her walking into the strikes and blinded by the pain watched as several sliced his arms and legs with superficial yet extremely painful wounds, only adding to his amassing power, pain was his power, he manipulated it, twisted it,bent it to his will and made it his slave just like he did to the force.

From his focused energy came a massive focused blast of raw force power that blasted his target and surrounded her in a net of telekinetic force energy and then bent under squeezing her outline and obliterating the ground around her sending duracrete and glass blasting away around her. When his fist clamped down the energy would wrap around her neck like a massive noose fed by hatred and fury lifting her up several feet in the by her neck and then twisting aside to smash her against the wall.

Displays of raw power, it was apart of him as well, annihilating and destroying everything around him was always a temptation in his quest to exceed and excel over himself again and again, yet in this moment he felt pain and pleasure, this battle was not beneath his stature as was his fear and this warrior who he faced was no apprentice either.

[member="Minna"]
 
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Surely her strikes hit their mark, yet for some reason the Sith was allowing it. She could feel the pain he was enduring, not to his extent but enough to understand what he was experiencing. His power amassed quickly, a swirling pool of dark energy she could siphon from. As he grew in power so did she, one surpassing the other for mere seconds before they each caught up. Tilts of raw power, seasawing back and forth until finally Mythos unleashed his wrath. A strong blast sent her back, but not far. She became stuck in a net of the force, pushing at her from all directions to keep her suspended. It was building up, threatening to crush her unless he releasing it to send her in one direction or the other. The immense power was focused around her, and so that was where she fed from.

Quickly his hold dissapeared, the resounding energy absorbing into herself for the brief second in which she dropped back to the floor. It was only a second though, as it quickly released itself again, this time downwards into the ground beneath them. The floor shattered, splitting in two like a plateau in an earthquake. Soon enough there was no floor for them to stand on, and they both fell to the level below. Metal greeted their feet, the floor of the floating structure's engine room. Repulsorlifts kept this restaurant in Bespin's atmosphere, keeping it safe from the dangers below. To their side there was no longer a wall, it being ripped out along with the giant window by the force of the blast. Now the wind raged around them, and the view of clouds and other floating structures were plain to see. As surreal of a view it was, she focused on the Sith.

Standing up from the position in which she landed, Minna clicked a small device in the lining of her dress. A mile or so away her droid beeped, turning her ship around and making it's way to the restaurant. She had a feeling she might need a quick escape when this was over. For now though she seperated her saberstaff into it's two seperate parts, holding both the blades low and seemingly relaxed. Having absorbed so much dark energy and using Vaapad to feed on the man's fury, she had come extremely close to the thing she had escaped long ago. Now it was time to commune, to become one with the light side of the force and bring this assassin to justice the right way.

"We can both walk away from this, you know. Violence is not always the solution. Tell your Master I am dead, and no one will ask otherwise."

For now she remained still, her eyes fixed on Mythos as the force flowed through her. If he would not hear her reason, she would let him come to her and meet his end.

[member="Lord Mythos"]
 
Violence consumed Mythos like never before yet when she spoke something made him twitch and hesitate. His eyes narrowed as he looked about, the sight was insane to witness as the far away buildings came alive with the roar of the wind. The axe fell from his hand and he sighed feeling his body unclench and the wind beat up upon his bare chest. His stinging wounds annoyed him beyond words yet they became numb as the sweat from his brow cooled with the air. Brittle and dusty debris instantly wiped away as the sound of the axe hitting the ground was both audible and could be felt through the force.

The act, a step towards the light.

Mythos never fully abandoned his freedom to the darkside, he was the master of his destiny and he chose when to kill and when to spare a life more often than not the latter being more convenient, profitable and enjoyable. "So often consumed by hatred and anger....it sometimes blinds you from the greatest of things, this i find to be an inevitable weakness in the sith and one we all share regardless of intention"

He took a large breath to allow the adrenaline to leave his body. "You do know you are wanted by the assassins, do you not? You do know my word enough will not sway their hunt for you.I'm a horrible Liar."

He said teasingly, his right hand extended to bring a rolling bottle of wine his way, perhaps the last one left after the mess they made. The bottle flew to his hand slowly and with his other hand he gestured for two metal mugs, one extremely dented. His eyes on hers he poured the drink as he awaited the response to his inquiry.

This seemingly irrational and bipolar behavior by Mythos was brought on by two things, first and foremost she was beautiful and he did not notice, second was the fact that she was an amazing fighter and even at his peak fighting condition he knew he was, at best, her equal.
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