The Fight for Kalor's Saber

[Lord Ajihad]

Lord Ajihad, the Demon's Fist stood in the middle of a training arena on Coruscant. This area was located in the Sith academy, where all Sith trained to hone their skills. However, what was about to happen had nothing to do with training. Today was a day one young Sith would gain honor, and the other would lose dignity. Today was the day Ajihad would settle a dispute with [member="Iziz Vei"] . This particular bout would decide who received Alisa Kalor's lightsaber. Both of the assassins had killed the woman, but only one would claim the prize. He eagerly paced across the floor, waiting for his opponent to arrive.

 

[Iziz]

Iziz entered the area with a smirk on his face, the Jawa with all of his equipment on his person, the full length staff in his hand as he walked with it like a walking stick, the steel of the bes'kar handle twined into the shape of coiled vines. Iziz had been thinking on his Darth Title for a few days now, realizing the implications of what it stood for. Uncharacteristically for a Jawa, each of his eyes now were different colours, one of them shone the same bright, sunlight yellow as all Jawa, while the other had been permanently warped into what looked more like a darker colour, closer to an amber, orange mixing with his eye as he had permanent damage after his trial with Darth Ferus. However, as everything had come to a head, it seemed that there was a distraction for him to focus on, Ajihad had issued the Jawa a challenge which had been long standing. It had been an age since the first mission Iziz had been carried on with the sith assassins. But, the reminiscent feeling which swirled to the forefront of the Jawa's mind was something that almost made him happy. It silenced his thoughts of doubt and it gave him something to strive for, not to mention that the assassin had little idea of the... changes... which Iziz had gone through in recent times. Few people knew about his tail, even among the assassins it was a closely guarded secret known only by those whom had seen him employ it in combat, and even then, none of them had seen him use it to its full potential.

The plain which Ajihad had chosen was simple enough, an open neutral fighting ground which would more than suffice for their duel.

Approaching, Iziz looked to the man in his full attire. Iziz wore the full armour of the Sith assassins, both of his assassin blades hovering over his wrists as well as wearing his own hat over-top with the hood down. Albiet, Iziz had recolored the garb to suit his own needs, but, that was his own choice, it was still the uniform he was given. Looking to Ajihad, the Jawa smiled broadly, he finally now had a grasp on common good enough to be able to speak it without much incident, though, his understanding always have his particular dialect some trouble. Like not knowing the number seven was a good example.

"The time's been long since we've seen each other Ajihad... you're prepared?"

He spoke, his voice was high pitched and hoarse, like an eleven year old who was loosing his voice over time. But cocking his head to the left, he was ready for the fight which was to come. His tail was coiled around his waist under his robes and unlike his other fights, he did not come prepared with a thermal detonator. Merely his light sabers, and himself. The Jawa Sith Knight was more than ready for everything his opponent had to offer, having seen a slight display of his skills before hand... A small crowd in the academy began to gather around them, Iziz beckoned for all of them to stand back, to ensure that they would not get in the way of the combat, acolytes were looking forward to the skirmish, and so they should be. Iziz took note of the pillars in the room as well as a large fountain which meant he had some terrain to work with. It was handy, but, by and large this fight was going to be on flat ground.

And so Iziz revealed the trophy, the light-saber of the woman they had killed together, which Iziz had taken from her body knowing that Ajihad was after the prize, only having gotten it because of the foraging nature of the Jawa... always looking for parts and anything that could be put to use. Though, to ensure that it would not be used against him, he had removed the diatium power-cell of the blade with a power-tool. walking over to one of the acolytes, he handed the light-saber and the power cell to them so that they may hold it, instructing the child to keep the artifact safe until there was a clear winner, and to then approach and bestow it upon them. The child, the same height as the Jawa agreed, and Iziz moved back to the center of the arena that had been chosen for them within the forum.

Holding the staff in an offensive pose, Iziz awaited the move of his opponent. Nodding once to signify that he was ready whenever his opponent was.


[member="Lord Ajihad"]

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Lord Ajihad nodded at [member="Iziz Vei"] , signaling he was indeed ready to start the fight. He drew his main hand lightsaber, but did not yet ignite it. He paced around the fountain, like a predator stalking its prey. He sneered at the Jawa, and spoke, ​"I don't suppose you would consider resigning. "I'm sure it would hurt your pride, but not as bad as the maiming you shall receive if you continue with the fight. If you don't resign, I'm afraid I'll have to destroy you. Though, I admit you wouldn't be the first Jawa I've killed. On Tatooine, I lived with the Tusken Raiders. I mauled entire Jawa settlements with them, men, women, and children alike. Ah, I can still hear their screams, and smell the rot of their corpses on the pale sands." He wove his words with pure hate, hoping to affect the emotions of his opponent...

 

[Iziz]

Iziz held little but disdain for his people, over the years he had killed and eaten the bodies of Jawa unlucky enough to stalk his alleys while he haunted them on the streets, however Ajihad was successful in riling the Jawa up, that was for sure... but perhaps not in a way which was expected, he failed to culture fear or any form of doubt in the Jawas' abilities. But more the feelings of hatred which surfaced were almost palpable. Iziz didn't identify with many of the Jawa tribes, but he didn't approve of senseless murder, which it seemed like this man had committed with the tusken raiders. Not even battling for land as Jawa often roamed the desert looking for whatever junk or trade they were able to find, ferrying across the sandy seas looking for treasure like nomadic pirates. Be that treasure in the shape of currency, steel, or water... Tightening his grip on his saber-staff Iziz flipped the switch on the interior of the weapon mentally, so that one of the blades would extend out the end, like a light-saber pike as the Jawas' eyes narrowed on his target, the force swelling within him like waves, the flow pulsating around his legs, arms, neck, head, eyes, like he was being slowly submerged in translucent ethereal light which tingled as it graced his skin, inside and out.

The blood red blade which had ejected from the end of his staff had a force-like aura which radiated around it, like it, itself had a presence in the force. Little more than aesthetic to a Sith knight, but some of the acolytes who were staring at the blade became visibly uneasy due to the almost malevolent aura which surrounded the blade. Iziz was beyond reasoning with now, though as his attention had been focused into anger, and hate, rather than hunger and the need to satiate it. Iziz was not going to be blinded by his hunger in this fight due to the Siths' comments.

Leaning forward, time seemed to slow around Iziz as his body shifted from vertical to diagonal, coiling his knees like a spring as he angled himself in the direction of his opponent as the force around his feet compressed as he moved... Until finally the Jawa exploded forward with force enhanced speed, like a running bullet as the features of the Jawa disappeared save for his bio-luminescent eyes and the blade of the light-saber, which seemed to leave streaks through the air due to the incredible speed that that they were moving at. Within the briefest moment Iziz would be in on his opponent and taking the assault. Weilding his light-saber like a Guan-Dao, using its length weight and momentum to make up for his deficits in size, reach and strength, though not quite breaking even on them all. Iziz lunged for a spinning sweep for his opponent's ankles from the left, knowing that his momentum, the weight of the pole behind his blade and the low angle of the strike would work against the axis of his opponent's lightsaber like a lever with his wrist as the fulcrum. Iziz... all his life had fought opponents larger than himself...

He was good at it.

While he doubted that [member="Lord Ajihad"] had 'extensive' knowledge of fighting opponents of his own size category and skill.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Under his balaclava, Lord Ajihad smiled. This reaction of anger was exactly what he had hoped for. He was a master of Vaapad, and he fed off of anger. He used [member="Iziz Vei"] 's anger, as well as his own, to empower himself considerably. As the Jawa shot towards him, he ignited his purple saber. Moving faster than most thought possible, he charged right at the airborne Jawa. Flicking his saber upwards, he knocked his opponent's saber upwards while the Jawa was still in the air. This strike would effectively neutralize Iziz's lightsaber defense. At this point, the two rivals were within three feet of one another. This being said, Vi'kas then ignited his secondary lightsaber, which was hidden in the palm of his hand. The weapon was a little more than a foot from the Jawa's chest, giving him less than a second to react.

 

[Iziz]

The power of Vapaad was not lost on the Jawa, though he was no master of the form, his own anger empowering himself, to the same extent as it empowered its opponent, the paradoxical nature of the form rotated the anger and hatred between them as Ajihad would accept Iziz's own anger and Iziz would benefit from the ferocity form also. Though, as Iziz had kept low to the ground, charging and throwing his full weight into the fist strike attempting to knock Iziz's Saber-staff upwards, Iziz would let him... with the single flash of light Iziz would allow the Staff to rotate and spin, the force from his upward strike routing his momentum as Iziz flowed with his force, Ajihad's block not only made Iziz stronger by giving him more force, it gave him more speed by flowing his momentum and strength into the Jawa's movements. In a brilliant flash Iziz extended the second blade of the staff as the upward knock to one blade sped up the second blade rotating for his opponent's chest.

Ajihad, in knocking his saber up had no guard against the attack, he was open, and were it not for him drawing a second saber, it would all be over. the Strike meant for his mid-section would be met with the light-saber aimed for Iziz's chest with such force that Iziz almost intended to disarm his opponent with a single flourish of the blade, short of that the force of the impact would push the Jawa down further, causing him to crouch more than he already was. Iziz from here would become a whirlwind of blades with the staff in his hands, not only traversing the staff around his body like a bladed bo-staff, but also spinning and pivoting on his heels in order to gain more spinning force with the blade. Becoming a veritable storm of chaotic blade strikes which would perform the action of both attacking and defending due to his diminutive size compared to the weapon he was using.

The trick now was to aim it...

Stepping in on his opponent, Iziz would traverse his staff behind him and sling it upward for his opponent, striking twice as the blade made a full rotation, should it be blocked Iziz would counter-rotate the blade in order to come down on him from an angle which would be more difficult to block. If avoided the blade would spin and as the pole lay Horizontal, Iziz would pivot on his heel, routing the momentum of the blade into another two horizontal slashes and continue to perform horizontal slashes for every location of his opponent's legs as Iziz would raise and lower his bodie's height in order to better attack. Attempting to wear down his opponents defense with dozens of strikes per second.

And hopefully push [member="Lord Ajihad"] to the defensive.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Vi'kas raised an eyebrow. It seemed his smaller opponent was also a user of Vaapad, but just perhaps not on the same level he was. As [member="Iziz Vei"] twirled the lightsaber around his body, the Demon's Fist responded appropriately. Predicting the trajectory of the saber's hilt, he put his own lightsaber right in its path. Therefore, as the Jawa brought the lightsaber around, its hilt would run right into the blade of his own green lightsaber. If the blow connected, it would sever the saber into two pieces, rendering it useless.

However, Lord Ajihad didn't stop there. He used a large force jump to sail backwards, a good thirty feet away from Iziz. After sheathing his offhand saber. he deliver a quick and powerful force blast to his opponent's chest. Chances were, a hard shot like that would knock the wind out of Iziz, leaving little to no air in his lungs. Vi'kas would follow up with a strong force choke, lifting the Jawa up off the ground as he did so. While he prevented any air flow for Iziz, he would also immobilize him in midair with telekinesis. He continued to squeeze harder and harder on the Jawa's neck, essentially ripping the life from him...

 

[Iziz]

His opponent [member="Lord Ajihad"] had made a grave error, and one which Iziz was not about to let his opponent live down, he placed his saber in the path of Iziz's hilt, and Iziz almost smiled, not slowing down or attempting to react, but allowing himself to clash with it. Sparks flew, but, the pole of his weapon did not so much as begin to glow red with the head as the light-saber collided with the twirling rod of his double ended saber pike. He was unguarded, and he would obviously have been taken by surprise by the failed event. Iziz with his full use and active force speed would capitalize on this mistake. As the Bes'kar hilt of his pole collided with his opponent's saber Iziz pushed in and sidestepped slightly, shifting to the same side as the arm which had struck for the hilt of his blade, and using Ajihads' own blade as a pivot, angling his staff to strike at his opponent's side and up for his waist giving his opponent little more than a tenth of a second to react. But with his defenses lowered on that side, and the maneuverable quality of a saber-pike clashing with a light-saber, Iziz highly doubted he would be able to retreat backwards in time without sustaining some damage to the side of his leg... If not having it removed entirely.

Following through with the strike, Iziz would not allow his opponent time, nor respite, like a berserker intending to finish his opponent as fast as possible, more and more concentration was being flown through his body... if any damage had been done to Ajihad, even if he had cut his clothing or forced him to avoid the attack, it would be enough to rally Iziz, having successfully either dealt damage or pushed his enemy onto the defensive, which was an advantage he was not going to allow his opponent to live down... Iziz would get faster , following through with the attack, widening his grip on his staff for leverage as he would perform another two strikes, one low, for the shin of Ajihad and the other high for the waist on the other side before the Jawa would begin his spinning dervish again.

Should his opponent actually manage to retreat backwards through the assault, Iziz would be there, chasing and spinning with his blade to catch him where he landed, charging him down and kicking off the ground at the last moment to enter a death-spin as he angled his blades down in a spinning vault. The hurricane of light-saber blows would rain down on his opponent at all angles. While Iziz was not the strongest fighter, he was fast enough to be able to deliver almost three blows for every one of the average duelist.

Such was his battle tactic.

Though, he could not keep this up forever, Iziz was hoping to land some damage early and pounce on the opportunity, much longer like this, and the Jawa would undoubtedly begin to tire. But, he could hold this pace for a minute or two... and in earnest.

...it had been little more than five seconds.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

From the progress they had made in the battle, Lord Ajihad could already tell [member="Iziz Vei"] was an above-average fighter. Therefore, when the Jawa continued to send the hilt of his blade towards the assassin's lightsaber blade, he could tell something was up. However, that wasn't much time to react, and he only managed to pull his blade a little closer to himself before the sabers connected. He had managed to avoid contact with the hilt, and instead blocked the lower blade. He quickly slid his weapon up Iziz's blade, and using his offhand weapon to prevent the other end of the Jawa's blade from advancing on him. He also augmented this with force strength, so Iziz would not be able to power through it. However, this would only hold off the attack for a second or two, so he had to react.

Ajihad would jump straight up, launching himself over the Jawa's head. He then latched onto the far wall, and pulled to towards him. Except, given his current state (and the stability of the wall), he ended up pulling himself across the room to the other side. He wasted to time delivering a powerful force blast at Iziz's chest, as well as lifting him up with an immobilizing force choke. He then began to squeeze as hard as he could, in an attempt to make the Jawa submit.

 

[Iziz]

Iziz seemed to have missed his opportunity, but, he had pushed his opponent on the defensive, Ajihad had blocked the initial attack, but his attempt to escape was in vain. As his knees coiled and he prepared to jump Iziz saw through his tactic, [member="Lord Ajihad"] was not the worst of fighters in the world either, his skill and presence in the force could be felt by those around, but Darth Yannis was not someone who was to be trifled with. Iziz was a knight of the Sith Assassins, and of the greater One Sith order. He would not be easily beaten or allow his advantage be so easily taken away from him. The force coiled around Iziz's hand, palpable, radiating, as his opponent readied himself for his jump, but... he would not reach his destination.

Iziz excelled in close quarters combat, and to allow his opponent to gain that kind of distance was unacceptable, so, as the Demon's fist's spring-like movement sailed him through the air, Iziz span on his heel and reached out through the force, his opponent had turned his back on him, and that was yet another mistake he was not about to live down. Only the cowardly retreated in a duel, and this coward was not about to gain any kind of distance which would enable him to throw Iziz off his assault... rather simply, the Jawa could not afford it, his little mind racing for tactics as the tendrils of the force reached out to his opponent as he jumped like a cage.

The act would be sudden and violent, as Ajihad was in midair, Iziz would thrust out his hand and pull backward, the angle between Iziz and his opponent would rip the Jawa's foe from the air with a brutal force pull, intending to force his opponent to hit the ground on his head, no more than a couple meters from Iziz... and to hit the ground hard, intercepting Ajihad's intended course of action. Iziz, without skipping a beat, subsequently sped in on the Miralukan with all of his ferocity, hoping to intercept his landing with yet another deadly flurry, hopefully from behind. Iziz would open with a quick jump, bringing one of his light-saber blades up in a rising slash for Ajihad, shoulder should he lie on the ground, or legs-body if not, before moving into a sky-bound rotation unleashing almost another dozen attacks as the tornado of blades continued to torrent like a river from Iziz. The killing intent of the Jawa was palpable.

You're not going anywhere...

 

[Lord Ajihad]

As Iziz latched onto him with the force, Ajihad gt a general idea of what was about to happen. As he was yanked downwards, he was given a small window of time to mentally prepare himself for what was about to happen. As he almost hit the ground, he used a small force push to cushion his fall, as well as redirect his landing a meter or so to the left. [member="Iziz Vei"] 's blade struck the steel floor where he had just been, the powerful blow sinking the saber into the melted floor.

Taking advantage of the moment, the Demon's Fist would use his exceptional strength in the force to hold the weapon to the floor, pushing the blade further and further into the melting steel. He then slashed at Iziz with one of his blades, a vicious slash towards his exposed back. It was time to inflict some pain.

 

[Iziz]

Iziz followed up with his slash, his opponent had curved to a side a moment before Iziz's blade cleaved through him, though, it seemed though he cushioned himself against the pull, the jerking nature of the wrench backwards, and still to some extent, colliding with even a cushioned force push was still some degree of battery to his opponent's body. However, As Iziz closed the gap, the force coiled around his weapon, holding it in place and plunging the full blade into the ground to the very tip of the pole, which stopped on what was left of the hard ground as the soft molten marble almost began to bubble around it for a moment... but the fact of the matter was, Iziz's momentum, even if it was for a moment, was stunted. Though, he had his blade stabbed into the ground to such an extent that it would act as a balance. From his side on stance to the Demon's Fist, Iziz would step forward, using the reverse end of his staff to block the strike as the Jawa would line up with his opponent.

Coiling his lower hand backwards, no longer needed for gripping that part of his blade, the Jawa with a solid, but small force push aimed a small wave of telekinetic force for Ajihad's lower shins more than capable of knocking his legs out from under him in such a manner as he would fall flat on his face... however, that was not the only reasons for the force push, with a simultaneous low kick to the bottom of his saber-staff, the force push would be aimed at the low section of his staff also, counter-acting Ajihad's own telekinesis with the added kick to push Iziz's control of his own weapon past that of [member="Lord Ajihad"] 's. The intended result would be whipping the lower half of his weapon up for Ajihad's head as he would fall forward, hopefully into the path of the blade if all went well. Though, nothing ever did.

Following through with the upward slash, Iziz would perform a swift somersault backwards, not leaving the ground so much as planting a free hand on the ground behind him and rotating backwards into a crouched position... but the second his feet touched the ground again, the speed of the Jawa was kicked back into gear. and with a bound he was back on the charge and in on his opponent in a heartbeat, two if his opponent had leaped away... as he would reach his opponent Iziz would slide low and spin his entire body on his heels, becoming something not unlike a devilish spinning-top a micro-second before he would collide with his opponent, Iziz's hands were ready to move quickly, the Jawa had a plan...

and he could feel the first of his coup-de-graces on his belt at this very moment, itching to be used.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Ajihad's attack was delayed as Iziz blocked the blow with his staff. Then, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. [member="Iziz Vei"] was coiling his hand, and it seemed to be pointing towards Ajihad's legs. Unless he was having arm spasms, it could mean only one thing. He was about to use the force in some way. The Fist of the Demon moved his other hand down a bit, and used Tutaminis. He would essentially absorb the force blast, and use it to empower himself. After that danger was eliminated, he moved to remove the Jawa's block. He flicked his wrist, and slid his lightsaber past the staff, right to the other side of it. He was now open to attack Iziz. His humming blade was now only a couple of inches from his opponent's hand, so he seized advantage of the situation. He quickly sliced downward, right at the Jawa's hand. Given their close proximity, his rival probably wouldn't even have any time to react to the slice. It would take the reaction time of a god to avoid a slice like that.

 

[Iziz]

His opponent had not fallen to the attack, steeling himself against a force push which would have moved a boulder the size of the Jawa with a barrier... but he also had not defended or acted against the second facet of the Jawas' intentions, Ajihad was still in striking range of Iziz's saber-staff as it was flicked up for what Iziz had hoped to be his falling path with his legs knocked out, but without his motion or action, the sith knight was still in the location of the strike. The spin-force of Iziz's weapon being pushed from the earth and kicked up for Ajihad through the ground itself and up for him would knock his opponents' other saber from its surface as the blade would hum up quickly to claim one of the legs of his opponent at the knee moments before the Miralukan would attempt to take the fingers of Iziz. A shower of molten stone also being flung in Ajihad's direction to land burns all across his body, face, arms and legs. Should the blow land, the smell of burning flesh would fill the air as the Jawa would still himself for a time after his somersault backwards, a move which also, as it was already being made with force enhanced speed with the spin-force of the weapon still pushing Ajihad's weapon off the pole of his own, would still assure the Jawa's safety.

Iziz needn't react, as his opponent had not reacted

In earnest, the Jawa could have likely bi-sected his opponent with the cut, however the Jawa was not one for needlessly slaying those within his own ranks, if his opponent had the foresight, he would have seen the opportunity the Jawa had to end his life, the Jawa was doubtful Ajihad had the skill in the absorbing function of Tutaminis to be able to absorb heat and force from a direct light-saber blow, especially when he would be being showered by other heated matter.

But by some miracle should it not meet its mark.

Iziz would vault backwards after the follow through, the disengage proving beneficial for him as the force pushed spinning nature of the weighted blade would help carry himself backwards, and he would continue with his intended course of action, the shower of molten debris would give the Jawa the distraction he needed to cover his charge as he had intended before, skidding across the polished stone of the ground like a spinning top aiming for his opponent's legs with enough cuts to finely dice Ajihad's lower legs and with enough speed created strength and momentum to perhaps even break his guard should he only block with a single light-saber... The jawa was prepared to duck and roll out of the attack should he need to, coiled to spring and... one thing more, as his hands still itched for his plan to come to fruition... a burden around his waist becoming lighter as the serpant coiled to strike.

[member="Lord Ajihad"]

 

[Lord Ajihad]

The assassin was sure he had won. His cockiness had gotten the better of him, and he was going to pay for it. As he was putting his weight against his blade, and therefore, Iziz's staff, he was in deep trouble. Suddenly, his support was taken away, and he fell right towards the Jawa. This meant his leg wasn't cut off, but the blow would land a little higher. The saberstaff would instead slash towards his right side. His armor absorbed some of the blow, but certainly not all. The blade made a pretty long cut up his side, and he yelled in pain. It didn't help that the molten rock was also shooting at him, but his armor absorbed the brunt of it. As he fell forward, the little guy managed to back flip away, landing some good distance ahead. Cursing, the young Sith would raise a hand, force pushing [member="Iziz Vei"] even further away. Game time was over. The Demon's Fist activated his AT-1 Wrist Slugthrower, firing at about 17 rounds per second. This was 1000 rounds per minute, far too fast for anyone to block. The Jawa would be able to block some, but not all of the projectiles. He also watched the Jawa carefully, in case he tried to dodge the shots in any way. He stood ready to adjust his aim, or even throw in a force push if Iziz got to close. He could feel the burning in his side, and winced. Every time he used the force, a bit of pain would rack through his body.

 

[Iziz]

Iziz was about to kick off and charge forward when the push hit him square in the chest, unable to even bring up his guard to defend himself, it landed, throwing him backward. The Jawa could feel the bones in his body bending and causing immense physical pain, even with a push made to simply garner distance... it was like a punch to his entire body, sending hot flaming pain through his nerves like napalm. The Jawa managed to rout himself in the air, fighting through the discomfort, to round off and land on his feet, bending his knees and having but a moment to breathe as he looked up to [member="Lord Ajihad"] whom had deployed another of the many weapons in his arsenal. On sighting the barrels, Iziz knew that blocking was well out of the question... unless he was both a Jarkai and a Soresu master... which he was not... so, the only option was to take the the fleet, and use his momentum as a guard to avoid the shots... taking off to the left as the buzzing sound of the machine-gun fire lit up the air, bullets trailing and skimming the air behind him as Iziz ran... activating his stygium crystal stealth device on his person to further hide from the chaos as he began to use stealth tactics to fight his enemy.

Behind the spectators...

Those who had gathered around them shrieked with the deployment of the fire-arm, Iziz running through and behind their ranks, using people as living shields for a moment as some of the bullets peppered shoulders and bodies, rapidly scattering the spectators whom until recently had been enthralled by the prestige and skill of the combatants. Causing the crowd to flee to the winds, only leaving the injured on the ground wailing and cursing at the pain of their wounds, and the few who remained to aid them... Iziz cursed at the carelessness of the sith whom he was fighting. Victory was not worth the lives of those around them, whom now needed medical aid... there had to be something he was able to do to stop the crazy nature of the sith who he had been fighting...

Using the chaos all around them as a mask so that the assassin would loose sight and sound of him, Iziz would place himself behind one of the pillars which surrounded the area, the screaming and cries of pain masking all sound as Iziz's lit light-saber swung to cut not-quite-through the base of the pillar on a downward angle with a single strike. The Jawa stilled himself and focused on hiding himself for a moment... Thankfully however, it would have taken about three seconds for Iziz to get to this cover, and two just to have gotten behind the crowd, meaning that at least fifty bullets would have been eaten by the burst of fire, the Sith would need to reload soon, unless the slugs he was firing were no larger than ball bearings. Iziz needed to close the gap, but, being out in the open now was rather difficult with his opponent having that kind of technology... but a smile came to the Jawa's lips...

Turning he looked at the pillar he had taken cover behind. So, taking a running step, he leaped, scaled it with ease, the groves in the not-so-thick pillar had been chiseled with time made excellent hand-holds for the Jawa. From the top he would stab his light-saber in and cut through the top also, freeing the pillar somewhat as the Jawa used the high angled Axis and pooled on his focus on the force, straining with a push as he would drop the 1 meter thick dorric column down for his opponent, intending to crush him before the Sith was able to rise... or at least strike him with the rubble of the shock-wave, and blind him with the thick clouds of dirt and dust which would explode from the point of impact... Iziz knew that the damage to the temple was unfortunate, but, allowing this psychopath to continue any longer than he had to would surely cause even more damage. Iziz noticed something about this particular sith however... something which angered him further.

He was just like Ferus...

As the pillar came crashing down, Iziz would be gripping the top of it, riding the pillar to the earth as it smashed against the stone only barely missing some of the stragglers in the path of the gigantic beam. As the pillar smashed into the ground, the stealth'd Jawa would roll down towards his opponent, his light-saber, blades retracted as he charged head first, under the cover of the dirt and dust which filled the air, locked onto the smell of cooking flesh which was indistinguishable from his enemy, it was only now that Iziz focus began to shift from rage to hunger, tapping into his true power as he hoped to reach his foe. Last Second, flanking his opponent from stealth, In mid Horizontal swing with his weapon he would ignite his lightsaber beams and follow through with his strike, hoping to catch the Miralukan by surprise.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

[member="Iziz Vei"]

Ajihad was spraying the Jawa down, adjust his aim as the little guy moved around. However, his opponent just... vanished. He growled, realizing the Jawa must have stealth armor like his own. But there was something that stealth armor couldn't hide. One's force signature.

As a Miraluka, Ajihad was an expert in force sight. He reached out with the force, probing the area for Iziz's signature. He blocked out the presence of the other Sith in the room, and searched for the Jawa. A few seconds later, he found him. The little guy was running through the crowd of spectators. He remained casual, reloading his weapon, and acted as if though he was still looking him. The Jawa made it to a pillar as he finished the reloading process. He reached out with telekinesis, attempting to grab ahold of [member="Iziz Vei"] . It would be unexpected, so hopefully it would work. He opened fire again with the gun, hopefully managing to get him by surprise. He backed away from the Jawa as he did this, hoping to get some distance between them.

 

[Iziz]

Iziz by the time the telekinesis came was already behind the pillar, he could feel the telekinesis grip him and hold him in place for a moment, and for that moment, the Jawa became afraid, pooling his power on the force he used this time to gan a little focus and some rest, he had managed to get behind the pillar, and his opponent seemed to be getting further and further away, but had not moved to circle around so that he would actually have a line of sight to the Jawa. The Bullets from the Sith's gun had definitely pinned Iziz down, but were doing little else, the cut in the bottom of the pillar had been made, but Iziz still needed to get to the top one while he had a chance... and the telekinetic hold of his opponent was not doing him any favors, though, it was a hold which would be draining the force reserves of his opponent rapidly... Iziz knew, that his opponent would have had to find him with a sight based technique as well as apply a force grip around Iziz's body in order to hold him in place this way, something which a knight like himself would find taxing very quickly, so, Iziz allowed it to continue, pooling on the force to react quickly to anything else as the only thing that was being accomplished was bullets bouncing off and chipping into the marble surface of the pillar, Iziz getting some well needed rest, and his opponent expending a crucial amount of energy with a sophisticated technique.

Next...

After a moment or two, the welled up power in Iziz's control would have been enough to overpower the grip he had, using the force and wrapping himself in what could be considered the precursor to telekinetic control, Iziz would flex his mind, pushing energy out from himself in a single burst, enough to widen or break the control of the grip long enough for Iziz to jump free of the grip, upwards and up the pillar to continue what he had set out to do in the beginning. Ajihad had moved back, but not out of range of the long pillar, and with the flux of power from the Pulse that freed him, it was likely the ripple would have made him loose sight of the Jawa for a small time, like an explosion clouding the view of heat based vision... Iziz knew he had less than seconds, so, from the top of the pillar he cut if free with the light-saber before extinguishing the blades... so that with a force push, consisting his remaining focus and power which he managed to amass during his few moments of rest, the pillar would be toppled in the direction of Ajihad as Iziz gripped the top of it and rode down the momentum of the beam.

The panic from the realization of the beam coming down would almost without doubt shatter Ajihad's focus as it would slam into the ground and create dust cover in every direction. Something which would not inhibit a Miralukan in the slightest... Iziz rolling from the top and wearing naught but his moccasins adapted silent movement, worthy of his claim as being an assassin as he still managed to stride swiftly to his opponent. Upon reaching him yet again from behind Iziz would swing the saber staff for the back of his legs, only at the last moment igniting the blades again from behind in order to Sever [member="Lord Ajihad"] at the knees.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

When [member="Iziz Vei"] sent out the pulse, Ajihad would indeed lose sight of him. However, he would certainly see the pillar falling down at him, prodding him into action. He made sure to dodge the pillar, but he became enveloped in its dust cloud that the collision had created. He would also activate his suit's stealth device, making him invisible to the naked eye. And thanks to Art of the Small, he would be invisible in the force as well.

His force sight restored, he watched as the Jawa moved in on the position he was standing in just moments before. Due to the large dust cloud, he doubted the Jawa would realize he was gone until it was too late. His stealth was amplified by the silence of his footwear, and the quietness of his breath. Ajihad was now facing Iziz's back. He would quickly raise his arm, and fire off a Force Inhibitor dart. He aimed for an unarmored area, for maximum efficiency. With all the noise and confusion of the area, Ajihad doubted Iziz would sense the dart coming in any way. Regardless, he leapt back, putting good distance between the two of them.

As he landed, Ajihad would pull out a vial, and drank its contents. As a Nightbrother, the Demon's Fist had learned to make all sorts of brews and such. This particular substance would boost his energy, revitalizing him a bit. It would also do some minimal healing, just enough to numb the pain in his side. He stood ready with his sabers out, preparing himself in case the Jawa attacked again.

 

[Iziz]

It was a shame for [member="Lord Ajihad"] , that much like his first attempt at dropping the Pillar, Iziz was not solely relying on his eyes and the old position of his opponent to see. His eyes had been clouded just as much by the dust-storm as his had, though, as a resident of Tatooine, he was used to such obscurity, it felt like home for a moment, but no... it was the Jawa's sense of smell which would prove the most beneficial in honing in on his opponent through the darkness, the scent which allowed Jawa to communicate to one another through the chemical changes in their own body had been honed in on his opponent whom had a powerful scent about him, one which stuck him out like a needle in a haystack among all of the other pheromone scents in the area which may have clouded his presence.

The smell of burning flesh.

The wound Iziz had struck into Ajihad would be playing against him, the long cut up his side with Iziz's Saberstaff, even through his armour would be something taxing Ajihad's concentration, it had been enough to make the assassin cry out in pain when it had occurred and the muscles which were in that area were attached to his core, meaning that much of his striking strength with his upper body would be more than compromised, especially with the arm directly above the strike... Any movement which turned or twisted his upper body or even lifting that arm would be sending pain shooting through his form as the muscles tensed up from the fourth degree burns.

With a single hand on his saber-staff and another on one of the weapons on his belt, through the few moments of silence they two of them hid, Iziz could not sense Ajihad through the force, this much was true, but, the spark of light fired from the inhibitor but focusing on his location, and the sound of the Adder Dart launcher's compressed gas launching was a sure sign, as well as the disturbance in the air and dust from the area clued Iziz off quickly. With his one hand, he ejected the reverse blade on his saber-staff, holding it in the trajectory of the dart as it fizzled, the bizarre chemical concoction creating a small plume of different coloured flame as it hit the blade... A microsecond after, Iziz threw something towards his opponent through the darkness of everything, using a telekinetic saber throw on one of his one handed light-saber hilts as it span like a discuss, activating the blades with the force part way through flight so the throw would appear closer perhaps than his opponent would have expected as a retaliatory strike aimed vertically for his chest to rule out his opponent's ability to duck the strike.