The Chronicles of smashing things repeatedly continues.

[Mythos]

It was that time of the day again, it was a quarter to sunset as the bathing light of the Atrisian sun made it's way to the arena outside of the citadel. The citadel was the old headquarters of the inquisition back in the days of the Atrisian Empire, now it served at Lord Mythos' personal training quarters.

It had become a ritual, every day ten chosen warriors from Atrisias' primer elite made a circle outside the citadel and blazed the ritual fires as the sun went down once more. It was the death of one warrior and the rebirth of another through combat. The ritual was barbaric and simplistic, when the sun set and darkness covered the sky one by one the warriors would rush the figure in the middle with fury and determination seeking to end his life, if he was defeated another from the circle would take his place until the sun rose from the horizon or no other challengers remained...


Mythos stood in the center of the circle just as he had stood in the center of the training arena in Glee Anselm those years ago as an Acolyte. That day he had ended the lives of a score of prominent acolytes that today might have fought and served at his side... or alternatively been there to shove a dagger in his back at their own convenience...

Clad with nothing more than his combat boots and his black leather breeches Mythos showed his full regalia of scars and wounds upon his chest, upper-body and back to the torch lit night....

Silence permeated before the sun hit the horizon, the elite of the Jar'Kai ignited their lightsabers and held them before their eyes as Mythos did the same.

It was a bow of duelists to commemorate the honor of the fallen...

Just then... as the last light of the sun shone upon the capital of Atrisia, it commenced.

 

[Mythos]

Darkness made things hard to see, but a crimson lightsaber by nature could not hide in the shadows for long. As the sun fully set, in front of his eyes and not two yards away came the first slice of the saber charging to meet him, Mythos angled his torso to let the crimson blade pass unhindered and inverted the grip of his black bladed lightsaber to push it out and with his right hand strike his opponent with a vapaad strike to the throat.

The strike was met with an open palm and a high knee strike to the abdomen as a counter that was also met with an open palm.... then a flurry of black and red plasma before the two fighters disengaged.

No words were discussed and no words were needed. This time Mythos began the offensive, leading with a thrust that was met with a riposte on the spot, he shifted his stance opening his legs and bending his knees then inverting the saber grip back to the upright position as a thrust came from the opponent.

Mythos frowned upon the development, on the defensive and forced to block Mythos used the force to jump and spin horizontally while his lightsaber came along for the ride creating a whirlwind of slices and slashes that threw his opponent back several steps.

The Jar'Kai warrior wiped the sweat from his brow and settled back into a high guard Ataru stance and shifted his body to be angled perfectly. Mythos however had no intention of switching styles, Juyo was the meal of the day and he would see it perfected once again.

Coming in hard and fast once again with clean and precise rotations the self proclaimed King of Atrisia threw his opponent back once again with the fury, speed and unpredictability of Juyo rotations. This time his opponent met him in kind, bashing his lightsaber back with the powerful swipes of the way of the Hawk bat seeking to throw Mythos out of form with raw brute force.

Mythos however had concocted a counter for Ataru aggressiveness... When his opponent came hard with a swipe he feigned it off balanced him more than it did and predictably the classic Ataru acrobatic came into play and his opponent soared through the air above him.

Quickly regaining his footing Mythos spun on a dime, bent his knees and thrusted out with his lightsaber as his opponent came down with a downwards angled slash that missed his temple. Mythos' maneuver rewarded him with the contact of lightsaber and flesh that sent his opponent sprawling in the floor with an amputated leg... nothing that could't be mended for an Elite of his stature.

There was no respite however... The second enemy came from his side wielding the spear of the Jar'Kai and a lightsaber on his off hand charging to impale Lord Mythos upon the tip of his spear...

It had just begun...

 

[Mythos]

A spear was more versatile weapon than a lightsaber in many ways, it had the reach advantage that kept your opponent at bay,combined with the dual wielding of the weapon with a lightsaber in the offhand meant that when your opponent did come in over the reach of your spear you still had the offensive advantage. The sand upon the area kicked hard at the two warriors circled reach other, the warrior seeking to close the distance and deliver the impaling strike of his spear and Mythos trying to keep the long weapon at bay while at the same time seeking an opening.

Squared in the middle of the arena Mythos wiped away the spear as it came in for a thrust on his face. Again the spear came, this time low as Mythos swiped it down and the warrior yanked it back out furiously establishing distance once again. Mythos smiled as he again concocted a strategy.. the smile was short lived.

The warrior shifted his lightsaber into an inverted grip and pulled Mythos in using the technique of Force Pull. Lifted from the ground and sent directly in a collision course with the tip of the spear Mythos was forced to think on his feet. Mere seconds in the air Mythos reached out with his open palm to grasp the tip of the spear, blood poring from his palm as the butt of the spear stuck into the sand and Mythos suspended himself in the air angled obtusely on the spear.

With a sharp yank and pull Mythos swung himself feet first down using the spear as momentum and drove both his boots into the face of the warrior, but not before he swung his lightsaber against the Sith lord grazing his shoulder and leaving a cauterized wound for the collection.

Landing with the bloody palm first in the sand after a backflip executed shorty after landing the strike, Mythos stood slowly from the sands, eyes blazing with yellow light gazing his fallen foe as it was clear he no longer had the will to fight. Most likely a broken neck or collarbone...

Before the nearby medical staff could clear his body from the arena Mythos was again under attack from his elite warriors, This time.... the Captain of the Guard herself... Martha.

She wore exactly the same as Mythos, boots and leather breaches, nothing else. Her eyes pierced the veil of darkness as she stood upon the sands, she wasted no time, in a flash she force jumped and executed a flying kick aimed straight for the Atrisian Kings' head followed by a horizontal slash aimed at his neck.

 

[Mythos]

Mythos did not plan on a defensive battleplan, he strode forward ducking his head to avoid the kick then raised his lightsaber with power and fury to meet her own. The clash of blades was a clash of wills as Martha used the force to push her way through Mythos and he did the same. The sand bucked and kicked under their feet as the loud roar of plasma echoed through the air as they met in the center of the arena.

Martha used soresu and shi-cho very well to augment her already powerful upper-body strength but Mythos, even being the smaller of the two combatants by almost an entire foot, was stronger in the force and no pushover when it came to physique either.

Tightening his muscles and letting out a storm of the force around him, he hit Martha with a blast of power that pushed her back to the edge of the other side of the arena leaving a straight line of split sand from her boots.

They both smiled as they geared up for the second clash, each enjoying their battle time with each other like well rehearsed dancing partners... yet they both knew who was the superior fighter at the end of the day. Still... this did not discourage either from giving their best in training.

The force moved around them like a whirlwind as they meditated internally while in the focus of battle, then instantly they both surged a charge to the middle of the arena so fast that even a trained eye could have missed their movements. When they met Martha clenched into a tight stance of Soresu and Ataru while Lord Mythos unleashed his full mobility and speed as he dipped, ducked, stabbed and slashed around the standing visage of his enemy.

Martha awaited her chance to strike as with every move Mythos executed she saw his lightsaber coming closer and closer to an opening and more than once a fatal one. She saw his thrust come in from her left side and angled her blade for the riposte then moved in to close the distance and finish off Mythos with a powerful, force enhanced strike to the face that would crush bone and muscle in the impact.

The surge of the force in her arms and knuckles alerted Mythos of the incoming attack as it was being developed, he opened his left palm to catch Martha's fist in his hand while pushing with his lightsaber inwards to keep her crimson blade from his body. He smiled... the fight was over... with Martha at least.

From his hand came the surge of sith lightning that made instant contact with his captains' body and sent her kneeling down in pain and agony as the bolts of electricity scorched her to the ground and left her smoking steaming body defeated at his feet.

Knowing that the next opponent was coming Mythos readied his blade to continue... Three down... seven to go...

 

[Mythos]

This was around the time were Mythos was pushed and pressed beyond his limits. To this day he had not made it through the ten warriors or through the night into the day. He was a Sith Lord but each one of these warriors were a match for a Knight in combat and more than enough to push Lord Mythos to where he needed to fight at his absolute best in order to survive.

The next warrior that came forward wielded a lightsaber in each hand brandishing the classical style of Atrisia, Jar'Kai. He stood on the other side of the arena, Mythos held his lightsaber with a single hand and for this battle he took his shoto lightsaber in his other hand. His opponent crossed one lightsaber over his abdomen horizontally with his left hand as that shoulder faced forward, his other hand held the lightsaber over his head horizontally as well, this was a favored stance in Jar'Kai as it offered both defense and offense.

Mythos' stance was wide and simple, lightsabers pointed forward and hands outstretched open with the power of the force behind his every move... at least for now. Mythos strafed to the right as his opponent skidded to his left when suddenly he dashed to his left, right hand coming down in an inverted thrust that was caught by a cross parry by his opponent.

Mythos dipped with his left hand to slice at his opponents knee as his opponent bent his knee back and the lightsaber flew through unhindered. It was a move that although simple, spoke heavily about how his opponent was a swordsman of high caliber. Loosing the momentum it was now Mythos who was driven back with a furious offensive.

Juyo was horrid at defending, mainly because it had no defensive rotations or moves staple to it specifically for defense. Mythos defended with Juyo using offense against offense and mimicking the exact same strikes he was receiving to meet them head on.... This was extremely hard when facing a Jar'Kai opponent.

The first was a thrust, which Mythos mimicked as fast as he could and the hilts of the lightsabers touched as each combatant pulled it back, his opponent faster than him of course. The second strike was a close slice to his neck that Mythos barely dodged by pulling his head back at the last minute, however that attack was a double strike...

As his opponent sliced past air he inverted the grip of his lightsaber in the blink of an eye then came back furiously seeking to decapitate Mythos with a scythe-like attack aimed for his chest and too close to possibly dodge. Mythos' eyes popped open as for the first time in the encounter he was facing death literally in the face. The fury of the darkside urged him an answer, a desperate rush of violence that would defeat his opponent.

Mythos roared in fury, throwing himself forward like an avalanche of pure power and will to survive, his open mouth met with the very edge of his enemies lightsaber, hearing the sound of focused plasma by his ear as he did so. When he bit down and tasted blood, as his teeth sunk down into the fingers of his opponent the lightsaber disengaged and dropped to the floor. In the same movement Mythos rushed forward and planted a solid knee strike in the very center of his opponents abdomen taking the air out of his lungs in a single movement.

As his opponent fell to the ground clutching his stomach Mythos leaned back almost a full ninety degrees as a crimson lightsaber flew past his eyes, inches from his flesh.

 

[Mythos]

The sith lord was again under pressure as the next combatant rushed forward with a a mix of Ataru and Shi-cho seeking to end the fight quickly and take advantage of his exertion of power ending the fight with Martha with sith lighting. Mythos dodged the vertical dash and slice twirling his body even as angled as it was to face his opponents and raise both with lightsabers in a cross defense. The fighter that rushed forward was nothing but eager to meet the defensive stance with an inward thrust between the 'X' of plasma and a shoulder bash driven with the power of the darkside that flowed in him.

Even a Sith Lord was not above exhaustion, when the shoulder bash came Mythos was thrown back and freed both his blades from the defensive cross and to his back wide to gain balance, the warrior he faced, after blasting the songteel of his lightsabers with his shoulders squared back into his unorthodox stance and gestured with his open palm extended, inviting Mythos to cover the distance.

He could not hide his smirk, flexing his muscles and clipping on both his lightsabers to create the white and black saberstaff of pride & myth. Letting the songsteel fly between his finger tips and warming up his muscles to the feel of an extra blade, Mythos twirled the weapon and locked eyes with his opponents suddenly as he stopped the staff behind his back.

Only the wind, the sound of roaring plasma and the fire of the torches could be heard.... then suddenly, they dashed back to the center of the arena simultaneously and their blades began clashing once and again in a flurry of movements. Holding the middle of the saberstaff in one hand Mythos executed a one-two combo to his knee and neck followed up by a jumping twirl and a sharp kick to his face. The warrior was prepared, angling his lightsaber down for the first slice of the white shoto and upwards for the black blade aimed for his neck his neck, then he sidestepped back raising his forearm to block the kick and more forward for his offensive.

The impact of the block sent his opponent staggering yet he was back in a fly pushing the offensive on the Sith Lord as soon as Mythos lost momentum for the offensive. He twirled his body while strafing to the left clashing against the saberstaff twice as he did so in a circling movement, then suddenly switched stance to makashi before suddenly coming in for a well placed stab to the chest.

Mythos knew the style as one of the first ones he had learned and even as far as having two masters teach him the very same. When he came in for the thrust Mythos placed his saberstaff angled with the tip of the black saber pointing upwards and inside the crimson blade as it came forward grazing his shoulder as it did so. When his opponent inevitably came following the thrust Mythos already had his right boot in the air and hi left foot back providing a strong balance. With a once two movement Mythos kicked down in his opponents knee, snapping it in two then disarmed his hands from the lightsaber with a snap of the saberstaff.

He was ready for his next opponent this time, so when the lightwip wielding warrior came forward striking out with the vicious weapon to his ankle, panting and breathing heavy Mythos pointed the black end of the saberstaff beside his shin to absorb the wrapping weapon and pull his opponent in.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

A hood figure slightly entered and lurked in the shadows as he watched the young Sith Lord fight. He watched with great interest as the last he saw this one fight it was against an immortal and the young one attempted to use moves that were Lord Sebastian's creation. It would seem a lot had changed sense then, maybe an understatement.

He continued to watch as the Lord continued to fight an once he finished his current duel a slow, but repetitive echo of booms would fill the area as the older Sith Lord clapped in agreement that the boy he had met had indeed become a warrior of worth. A warrior he could use as an ally and maybe more, only time would tell.


[member="Lord Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Once he had Vanquished and defeated his opponent Mythos prepared for his next challenge only to feel an eerie and foreboding familiar presence walk towards him like a creeping shadow. When his eyes rested upon the image of [member="Lord Sebastian"] the chill of fear and anticipation crept up his spine like a breeze of the north wind. Here was he who by his side ended the life of Kezeroth the Beholder and according to legend was one of the most powerful beings in the galaxy. Drenched in sweat and his muscles aching from the continuous strain of battle Mythos could not help but feel on edge with the regurgitating pulsing of the force that emanated from his 'special guest' began to beat like a heart...

After locking his yellow orbs of amber light upon the fire of Sebastian Mythos gave him a traditional bow with his black lightsaber and settled back into his stance of Juyo. What he was about to do was either completely mad of pure genius... yet he would never forgive himself if he let this opportunity slip through his fingers. "Lord Sebastian..." Mythos spoke, an unmistakable ton of reverence and respect in his tone.

"Would you do me the honor?..." The Sith Lord firmed his stance of Juyo and prepared himself for a true challenge worthy of his skill, the invitation was unmistakable, as a Knight Mythos would have done anything to train with a warrior of his stature, nothing had changed in that regard...

He was ready... he was ready to be put to a true test of his skill.

[member="Lord Sebastian"]

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Lord Sebastian walked until he was two yards away from the Sith Lord. He could feel the power emanating from him an smirked. The cloak Sebastian was wearing upon entering had slowly burned off as he walked, now revealing the leather claded fire user. It was clear no lightsaber or sword was on him, no weapon of any sort. He smirked at the request of a fight. The challenger was truly tired, but something burned in him. Sebastian could feel his desire to fight, a deep and burning one, one that was giving him a second wind with every passing moment.

Talking would be for later, for now a simple nod would do. Once his head Rose back from the nod to face him, Sebastian's eyes would be a orangeish red, the eyes of a man's later. He held his hand out in front of him as he opened a small rift in the palm of his hand into the shadows that would summon his sword. His sword was a Mandalorian Iron katana with the blade length of 6 feet. He merely waited for the first move to be made as he opened himself to the Dark Side, taking in everything and watching even slight muscle changes in [member="Lord Mythos"] .

 

[Mythos]

The weapon was massive and it flew across the air with almost effortless ease, Mythos had never seen a weapon quite like it even if he ruled the planet that invented the curved design of the sword back in the era of the Yovshin swordsmen. He nodded in approval at the sight of the superior weapon and when he saw the cloak burn into the floor he smiled to himself in approval and shook off the exhaustion with a shrug of body and soul clenching the hilt of his lightsaber and digging his boots into the sand before impulsing himself upon his new opponent with vicious excitement and enjoyment.

A few feet from him he strafed to the left to come in an odd angle extending his lightsaber to the right as he did so but careful to keep a viable distance from the massive sword. After the initial dash and sideswipe Mythos would use the force to spin himself in place and dive headfirst in a horizontal angle with his lightsaber pointed towards his opponents chest as he came in. Should he gain a foot hold inside the close quarters and being able to block the bigger blade to either side Mythos would front-flip heel first into his opponents face then back-flip out hoping to get back out of reach from the bigger blade before it came around and ripped him in half. Juyo allowed him to be fast and in the offensive yet with his opponent having the reach advantage Mythos would have to get creative...

[member="Lord Sebastian"]

 

[Darth Vaildra]

His fighting had indeed improved since their last encounter. Instead of single moves where all power was exerted, he invested it in more moves with complex attacks. This was indeed Juyo with maybe a hint of Makashi? His attacks were not completely aggressive, but calculated and took into account the enemy and their weapon.

In Lord Sebastian's hand was a long katana made from a heavy, nearly unbreakable metal. This would logically lead one to believe that Sebastian's movements would be slow, but more deadly. This sword, however, was enhanced with the Force making it apart of Sebastian more so than a lightsaber. The weapon was heavy and would cause much damage, but it augmented Sebastian only and made him able to wield it as if it weighed the same as a normal katana. With Sebastian's masterful speed he would wield it like others weird a lightsaber. Lord Mythos wasn't completely correct on Sebastian being one of the most powerful beings or a legend, but this sword was create to make that true.

As Lord Mythos moved left, therefore attacking at his right Sebastian merely flicked his wrist to swat away the attack. Not a masterful move, but he wanted to see what the Sith Lord could do and he was a bit rusty. Next was a more complex move, but being two masters these were only faints testing each other.

Lord Sebastian pulled back his blade and pivoted back and mirrored Darth Mythos' stab with his own. However, his stab would not go forward rather side lock blades and force the lightsaber into a lock barrel roll meant as a disarming attack, but before Sebastian would make the last move to disarm he swiped his blade out, but at an angle to send a strike to the Sith Lord's cheek to make a shallow cut.

[member="Lord Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

The weapon that Mythos considered to be more akin to his own axe in weight was instead used with the speed more akin to one of a lightsaber. Mythos would still not back away from the attack but the realization that the sword worked in that way shifted the way he fought from the moment his lightsaber was flicked to the side.

The blur of movements ended as swiftly as it began, Mythos fell back dragging a line in the sand with his boots and smiling when he felt the warm sense of blood in his right cheek. When his momentum recovered from the movement he lifted his right hand as he gathered the force to reach both his lightsaber and hit shoto to ignite the saberstaff while in the air and bringing it to his raised hand.

His smile faded as soon as he saw his opponent with the light of combat again, his left hand extended to bring the rudis of the dark lord to him using another blast of telekinetic power to bring it to his palm in an inverted grip.

The tiredness, the pride, the joy of combat, the heat coming off his body and the anticipations and emotions of the warriors around him not to mention the ones he himself brought pain upon fueled him in the dark side, intoxicated his being with the vital lifeforce of all his power... Contrary to what his opponent may think, it was now where Lord Mythos fought best.

This time when he took the initiative and unleashed his full fury. He focused on the force and fell fully into it to aid him in combat, he dashed straight into his opponent while twirling the unusual songsteel saberstaff in one hand and the rudis of the dark lord behind him.

He would begin a rotation of strikes in the edge of the blade of his opponent to weave inside of it instead of being on the outside with the spinning saberstaff of black and white plasma.

Once,and if, he got to the center mass of his opponents body, he would execute a two strike slice on the neck and torso with the edge of the rudis then follow up with precise and force augmented strikes with the fist that held the rudis ending the a knee kick to the stomach and an elbow strike to the chin and a roundhouse kick to keep his momentum.

[member="Lord Sebastian"]

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Softly he would bring a sudtle and short laugh to his lips as he drew his weapons. The saberstaff was... Different to say the least, but to wield it in one hand with a sword in the other? This seemed rediculous to the dark lord. Using a double sided lightsaber took years of practice and the saber was uneven, he wondered to himself if it would unbalance the weight. Normally this was a for sure yes, but lightsabers held all their weight in the hilt so this left Sebastian uncertain.

Then there was the sword, a crude weapon meant for Sith Lords, but Sebastian didn't have one as when he left they were not made and his sword outclassed them anyway. The problem that also entered his mind was a double bladed saber would be a great defense against Senastain's Sword, but with only one hand there was no way the Lord could wield it to the full potential, but only a fight would prove him right or wrong.

Now came the attacks, a series of them. All attacks in their own right woul have been good by themselves, but this many all at once? Seemed the Mythos' rash and full out attacks followed him to lordship. Sometimes, simple was a great defense. His blade quickly slides across the two stabs, not to stop them, but redirect them to barely miss Sebastian. This also worked in his favour as it brought Mythos closer than he probably expected.

Someone at Mythos' level could easily compensate for being closer, but even a master was never perfect which was what flaws Sebastian looked for to exploit, but this was not the moment. He spun his blade and clashed with the lightsaber to stop it, but the boy's skills landed a blow. Merely a minor burn near Sebastian's shoulder where the blade missed it's target and grazed him, but the close proximity was still in his favor. Hidden near their waists was Sebastain's free arm that he had in an open palm facing Mythos at stomach level. Before the next round of attacks using Mythos's body. Sebastain let out a small force push mixed with flames. Nothing powerful as he knew it was not time.

He would not waste this though as he brought his katana to his side at shoulder height and gripped it with both hands. He would vanish and reappear above Mythos in a spin bring his sword at an angle and down on Mythos. He augmented the blade with the force so it would provide more power, but also release a scar shape blast of energy at Mythos that could cut him once before even the blade reached him making this two cuts in one strike.

[member="Lord Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

The clash of mandalorian iron and plasma was nothing short of climactic. They each moved with the gracefulness and speed of mastery meeting in the center of the sands once again. Mythos watched his attacks be blocked but he did not relent, Juyo was not about relenting Juyo was not about defense it was about aggressive and offense every step of the way. When he got closer to his opponent Mythos could have sworn the temperature became more intense with no real rhyme or reason behind it, yet that thought did not cross his conscious mind as he charged headfirst into his opponent with a long rotation of attacks. One landed, a glancing blow upon his opponents shoulder yet instantly when it did, the free hand that belched fire met the edge of the alchemized rudis splitting the fire in two before their eyes.

In that moment it was as if time stood still, fighters in the center of the battlefield locking eyes above a blaze of fire beneath them that broke apart when touching the edge of the rudis of the dark lord. Suddenly his opponent vanished before his eyes causing Mythos to shift into a defensive stance but not before sensing within him the power of the darksideas it warned him of the oncoming assault. Instinctively he raised the songsteel saberstaff with one hand seeking to block the crashing sith lord's weapon while using the force to create a repulse around him to protect him from the energy that the attack brought behind it. When he was sure that he had blocked the titanic crashing chunk of razor sharp beskar Mythos chucked the rudis of the dark lord with the kinetic energy of his throw and the guidance of the force to impale his opponent on the shoulder, a non-lethal area.

[member="Lord Sebastian"]

 

[Darth Vaildra]

The smirk that had been growing on Sebastian's face now became a smile. He had not had a fight with someone so clever in years. Usually his fights involved thrickery and fancy footwork to stand against the Sith Lord, but this one. Oh this one was different. He was reacting on instinct and not backing down, but facing the Sith Lord who had killed thousands and even killed an unkillable immortal. While at the time this one before him "helped" kill the immortal, let's be realistic and say this immortal was dead regardless of the boy's involvement.

Nevertheless, here he stood fighting like a true equal.

This boy was brilliant.... And he just threw his sword.

To say Lord Sebastian expected this move was a flat out lie. Did it catch him off guard? No, but what a move an not in a good way. Though maybe Lord Mythos realized the flaw of wielding two weapons in a fight of this caliber and was fixing his error.

One would hope this was his reasoning.

Sebastian's blade began to heat up and change to a blinding orange as it surpassed the heat of a lightsaber. He pivoted his foot and the blade missed him and was quickly slashed with enough heat and power to hopefully break it and remove it from the equation. He then turned his attention to the boy and gave him a sinister grin as he now tapped into the Dark Side and began to emit a black smoke all over his body and sword.

"Now this is a fight, but I want to see what you are truly made of. Try not to die, I hate to explain it off." With that he harnessed a fireball in his hand and the speeded it as he launched it at the boy. Upon leaving his hand it broke into 20 middles that resembled large spear heads that were not heading at Mythos at high speeds coming at different angles, but all aiming for the front o his body. Sebastian still held an open Jan out in front of them while they did their stuff.

[member="Lord Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

The clash of power shook the sand and kicked up debris in such a violent way the soldiers that formed the circle around the two combatants were hard pressed to make out what exactly was going on. This changed as soon as Lord Sebastian unleashed an inferno of fire in the form of flame spears one after the other.

"I will do my best Lord Sebastian..."

Dipping his hand before him in a circular motion Mythos used his mastery of telekinesis to levitate the sand beneath his feet and cluster before him like a dark wind breeze, slowly picking up more and more before rapidly forming into a sand pillar. As the sand formed into the small wall before Mythos and the intense heat of the super heated fire lances began striking down the sand started to crystallize. The heat was so strong that it lit up the darkness around the camp like a second sun and as dust settled from the barrage what was left was .... Strangely beautiful. Before them stood a crystalline pillar made from super heated sand that was so hot it exhumed a large amount of vapor.

Mythos had yet to unveil his axe upon the sands, the weapon that has seen him grow in strength and power as never before and taught him the ancient combat berserk of the old tribes of Adas. Primal focus and vicious fury with precision and cunning as well as combining it with the finer arts of lightsaber combat and their mentalities made Mythos a weapon no matter what he wielded. Before him he saw his reflection on the crystalline pillar, but felt and saw the blazing fire on the other side like a threatening ball of light...

The dagger upon his boot and his wrist left their sheathes by the work of his power and levitated ominously around him while his right hand grasped the middle of the lightsaber. The time had come...

[member="Lord Sebastian"]

 

[Darth Vaildra]

As the wall of sand rushed up, Sebastian did not flinch. A few of his fire lances missed the wall and headed away from the target. It was then Sebastian closed his hand and pulled back making his lances that were now behind Mythos turn and shoot for his back.

Sebastian wasted no time and gripped his super heated blade once again with two heads and charged the walls. Sending Mythos exact location as he ran his blade through the crystal wall aiming to run it through the sith Lord. Still he would not exert himself until he saw exactly what Mythos was made of.

[member="Lord Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Mythos' yellow eyes flashed red as soon as he saw the reflection of the firelances that were turning around upon the pillar of crystal... yet he still did not move. He gathered the force within him as he felt Sebastian charge to and through the wall of crystal glass. He used the force to glide the blade of Savtas and the hidden blade of the assassins to intercept the coming lances of fire, their alchemized material would allow them to withstand the heat and split the fire in two hopefully mitigating some damage that would inevitably come to hit him in the back.

It was then he saw the superheated blade begin to crash through the wall of crystal coming straight for him. Mythos smirked at the move, he faced death right in the face, death took the form of over 6 feet of superheated mandalorian iron coming forward at force enhanced speed through the glass crystal.

He pulled from inside him to unleash a blast of telekinetic power, he focused on the entry of the blade through the crystal and clenched his free hand into a fist, the concentration almost dropping his levitating weapons. With a scream and releasing his fist into an open palm Mythos blasted the crystal from the inside and used the pillar as a shrapnel bomb of razor sharp glass shards that would fly absolutely everywhere. The execution of this ability meant that the fire lances that did not get mitigated by the daggers would be granted a direct hit upon his back that his tutaminis could not fully absorb, but if they did Sebastian would find it very hard to dodge hundreds if not thousands of flying crystalline shards.

Unknown to either combatant at the time, the place of this battle would not be forgotten. The aftermath of their battle would leave this area looking like a surreal crystal arena that others in the future would gaze upon and wonder... what caused this?

[member="Lord Sebastian"]

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Resourceful, best word to describe Mythos in this duel. The choices Mythos made showed Sebastian that this lord was not afraid of pain or death, merely craved a good fight. Sebastian had two options here and at this range, kill Mythos, but suffer terrible injury maybe even fatal; or he could retreat and still suffer injury, but not as much. While Sebastian was no one's friend and had no problem killing a fellow lord, this lord could prove very useful.

Sebastian wrapped himself in the Force and wind as he went with the push and was sent flying back. He flipped in the air and landed on his knees skidding through sand creating glass from his heat. Once he came to a stop it was clear he was hit and covered in blood. Only a few hits were deep, but nothing he hadn't felt before.

He knelt there for a bit and then spit some blood out and wipes his mouth. In his eyes were bloodlust as he realished the sight of his own blood. He used the force to singe his wounds with a little fire. As he stood he could feel the wear and tear on this old body, he'd need to do his first blood sacrifice soon to fix that. A tumble be fan to build in his throat as he began to chuckle. "You have indeed come a long way since we last met. Finally, someone I don't have to hold back on." He slowly raised his hand towards the sky as the night sky began to grow darker and clouds began to roll in.

Some would believe this was Force Storm, but instead he was doing something different, but ending with the same results. He used wind shaping to move air currents in the air and bring forth the clouds. Once the clouds came in, he would use wind shaping with a slight bit of fire to change temperatures and cause a disturbance which would bring forth lightning much larger than that of a normal storm that would crash down in random areas.

"Now, we fight." Enhancing his speed to mastery he flashed forward and was instantly back in front of Mythos slashing at his chest. In an instant he was hind him slashing at his back. He continued this almost teleporting like speed coming at different angles and then 'disappearing' to another angle. His cuts were quick and powerful, but precise as to not deliver fatal blows, though some could hit spots that would cause Mythos to be unable to continue without causing permanent injury. While he could not teleport, an ability lost in history, his speed was faster than sight and few could match such speeds. While a Lord could potentially speed up their perseption and follow Sebastian's movements it was another thing to be able to counter such speeds.

While many force user dedicated themselves to learning all of the Force bringing them to lord/master level and having many under their belt, Sebastian had chosen to focus on only a handful; Speed, sense, and shaping air and fire. He could use other abilities, but very few matched his rank and these three surpassed his rank. Of course these abilities came with their draw backs and he had many a times been in fights where people used his weakness against him; Darth Raven's ice for example. Here, though, he excelled, but was excited to see if this boy could keep up. He had already gained Sebastian's respect, but was he strong enough to gain more? Oh, the possibilities.

[member="Lord Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Mythos saw a flash of gleaming crystalline light and then... pain, gruesome pain. Multiple parts of his bare chest were embedded with the steaming molten glass crystal shards. The crystal had been superheated with Sebastians fire to the point where it could melt bone and flesh but when they had flown off they cooled slightly, a few degrees below melting point. The pain was intense but the adrenaline of battle and the fury of the darkside mitigated the pain grotesquely, his body shined because of the embedded crystals on his flesh. As Lord Sebastian summoned forth the clouds and blackened the sky with storm Mythos held his hand to the air and gathered the force himself. He used his telekinetic power to bring forth the Axe of Adas to his hand and instantly he felt the incredible rush of power that the axe provided. The Axe multiplied a single ability which he was not planing on using but it also increased the power of all his dark sided abilities, not to mention the Valthris crystal in his leggings that caused him to be more attuned to the force and execute force powers with more ease.

When he brought the axe down the force could be felt trailing a black shadow behind the axe and the saber/staff split back into it's two singular sabers joining the daggers in their orbit around Mythos' body. Suddenly the rudis came flying from where it had been swatted aside and now Mythos held the Axe in his hands, the lightsabers individually flanking him with the rudis and the daggers covering his back. "I have come a long way ....because i learned from the very best...."

He widened his stance and he saw it... he saw the blade coming before it did, Mythos did not have the speed to block but he did have something that made up for it. Battle precognition gifted to him by the Valthris crystal. He was able to block the first slice with his axe because he saw the slice come a millisecond before it did and even slower than Sebastian by almost a third of the speed and being under force enhancement the precog gave this the ability to keep up. The second strike caught Mythos off guard, he did not expect such a fast movement to his flank but the battle precognition warned him of the movement and the alchemized daggers in his back crossed between each other to stop the blade as it scorched his neck and shoulder with the superheated mandalorian iron. If the daggers had not created that cross defense... his head would have hit the sand right there.

The barrage of strikes came like rain and Mythos use every ounce of focus and telekinesis to ground himself in a soresu defense as each individual lightsaber and weapon acted and moved individually to block or parry the massive strikes. What Sebastian had in speed, Mythos was about to make up for in raw power. When Sebastian singed his flesh and the molten fire-hot crystal were carved into his flesh the power inside him started growing because of the intense pain. Now when the axe was in his hand that pain started to get channeled directly into the edge of the axe causing it to glow an eerie red color while Sebastian's strikes started to get closer and closer to hitting a vital organ or a killing blow.

Suddenly the force built up arced around him as he saw Sebastian come in for his attacks, This time Mythos rushed at the mandalorian sword with his axe intending to meet it head on and when the blades slashed Mythos' axe would unleash the ability that it enhanced, an arc of kinetic energy would be unleashed from the edge upon clashing intended to crush or obliterate his opponent in a single blast of power.

[member="Lord Sebastian"]