The Beginning of Rivals (Salacious Vexx)

[Saris Aren]

[member="Salacious Vexx"]

Malachor V was known for many tragedies, scenes of death, and places of battles. It was here that the planes of black rock and green auras in the cracks allowed one to train and focus, The quiet atmosphere gave way to the sounds of metal cutting the air with precise slashes. This was the effects of the Sith using the forceaxe, a long pole with an axe on the end. The metal was strong enough to withstand a lightsaber, and was considered an ancient weapon. His robes were colored red, stained from both his and the enemies blood, It had been sometime since he had witnessed battle, retired from the battlefield to be a Crownguard of the Emperor. His initiation was both meaningless, and without much ceremony. Arabris was a tool, nothing more.

Now he stood there, his mind clearing of these thoughts so he could focus on what was important, his training. Even if he was recently attained the rank of Sith Knight, and earned the title of the Red Knight, there were many in the Empire who would use him for a practice dummy. He did not compare by any means to these warriors, it was time to up the bar.

 

[Salacious Vexx]

The Sith watched the Red Knight with his metallic arms crossed. The precise cuts, the years of training that had gone into wielding the ancient weapon that the Knight held, every ounce of blood and sweat, showed in the skillful wielding of the man's weapon.

Salacious' lips curled back in a snarl as he watched. The teal-skinned twi'lek by his side noticed the change and looked to him, "Hey, is something wrong?" The Zabrak gave no answer, instead spitting on the ground beside himself and walking towards the man in the distance artfully making cuts through the air.

His metal feet clacked along the stone earth noisily, reminding him of the foolishness of his past. His arrogance had been replaced by a bitter anger, and perhaps something he wasn't willing to admit. But what did it matter anymore? He wasn't here to challenge anyone to the death, he'd made that mistake before. Perhaps now he had the chance to learn. "Dark-sider," he called as he drew nearer, "your cutting cutting air does you no good in a real fight."

[member="Darth Arabris"]