The Final Duel

[Maxumus Corvus]

Even with the Jetpack to slow him, he landed hard on the ground. Activating both sabers as he got to his feet, he saw the arching torrent of lightning twirling towards him. Bring both of his sabers up to his body, the lightning slammed into the orange and yellow blades, pushing him back slightly as the full force connected. He could feel the darkness corrupting his mind, but this time he didn't fight it with hope. Embracing the anger he had for this Lord of the Sith sent a rush through his body, and a low laugh could be heard from the padawan.

"You will die Sith, I promise you that!" Maxumus yelled, as he pushed against the lightning that had been sent his way. "You will die a slow and painful death."

[member="Darth Novus"] | [member="Sanya Val Swift"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

"Not at the hands of a Jedi"

Novus grunted, offering a cocky smile under his mask. He closed both hands around the shaft of his weapon, readying himself for the final stand. He went for the girl, she was the master, that was obvious. Killing her would make the battle so much easier. He brought his blade up into the Krayt's Eye position, bringing it down towards the female, aiming to slice her straight in half. He wanted to bring her down, wanted to kill her. He kept the pressure on her, attempting to bring her to her knees, bring her to her knees in front of the true power in the battle, the Sith Knight known as Darth Novus.

Yet, he'd forgotten about someone. The padawan was open, he had the killing shot perfectly lined up. He could slice the Sith in half and he wouldn't even notice. It wasn't the Jedi way, but he deserved it, he deserved the death, he deserved to die and finally meet his end, especially after the pain and anger he'd caused.

Right?

[member="Maxumus Corvus"]

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

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The siths saber pushed against the beskar at her hip and her teeth gritted together. She could feel the anger swell inside maxumus. By no means will this be a gate way for his fall. By no means will she let him end up like her. If the battle carried on any longer she risked losing him down a path she once walked. A path no Jedi should go down. "MAXUMUS!" Her voice carried in the area around them. What would it take to show him the path to stay from? Then it dawned on her. She had to be reckless risk losing it all just to save one.

Her grip became firm on the hilts and drew in their dark energy's feeding from the souls she had killed many years ago. They where her burden. But now someone else's Savior. In that moment rage, hatred and terror could be seen in now glowing a burning orange in her eyes. She drove her elbo back to stagger their foe and spun around. Blackish veins pushed to the surface of her skin around the eyes as she let the darkness of her sabers consume her. "Is.. Is this what you want the become padawan. A tool a weapon that can only hate?" Every step closer he took it would become more apparent. He should feel her force energy corrupted. Her eyes weighted down into the sith with a stare that could burn someone alive. "Let's end this." Her grip tightened around the hilts as aggressive thoughts took more control. In fast swings Sanya used the hilts to pummel the mans face. Each hit with more strength and aggression. Blood splattered onto the hilts making the bone like handles crimson. For a split second she paused before she drove both sabers down into his shoulders while using force speed and then unignight them. Her knee rose up to make impact before flinging his near lifeless body towards her padawan.

'I can't stop. I've gone to far. I can't stop. I can't stop. I can't stop.' She repeated in the back of her mind. 'someone help me. I can't do this again. I can't become a monster. Help me.' With eyes that looked glazed with pure hate a tear would role down her cheek as Sanya looked at her padawan...


[member="Maxumus Corvus"] Ξ [member="Darth Novus"]

 

[Maxumus Corvus]

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Maxumus watched as the Sith's body dropped before him. Seeing his master in such a state of rage had somewhat calmed Maxumus, though his anger was now replaced with fear. He stepped over the corpse of the Sith, deactivating his sabers.

"Master..." He said, looking at her now rage infused face. He clipped one of his sabers to his belt, keeping the other in hand. Maxumus continued to walk until he was just behind his master, and with a swift movement, sent the hilt of his remaining saber into the back of her neck, between the base of the skull and the top of the spine. Best case scenario is that his master was knocked unconscious by the shock, worst case she'd be paralyzed. It was a risk he'd have to take, he knew that her lightsabers were different from any he'd seen before, that they carried a darkness that couldn't be halted. Getting rid of them would be the next step.

[member="Sanya Val Swift"] - [member="Darth Novus"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

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Wow that was fun. I'm gonna be out this post but still tag me cause I wanna know how Sanya goes now

He was dead.

Then why did it hurt so much? Why was it searing pain? The lightsaber shots had bounced harmlessly off of his mask, but it still hurt. It was the lightsabers to the shoulders that had done the damage, his body flung around and left to roll. Roll it did, the young Jedi stepped over the body as it rolled, and fell from the edge of the platform, falling. Falling, that's what he was doing. His eye (his good eye) flung open under the mask, he was falling too quickly to try and stop it, he couldn't move, the pain was strong, but the pain was his ally. He gritted his teeth, igniting his lightsaber one last time.

"Never at the hands of a Jedi"

He put the blade to his neck, bringing it across, head detaching from his body. He'd sworn never to die at the hands of a Jedi, and if he'd fell to his death it would of been at the hands of a Jedi. No, he was dying by his own hand, he didn't regret beheading himself, he couldn't save himself anyway. He had ended himself, a fitting end for a loner really. Blood spurted from the body, both hit the bottom of the sinkhole with such ferosity they just dissolved, bones snapped and shattered and broke and cracked.

Novus felt none of it.

[member="Sanya Val Swift"]
[member="Maxumus Corvus"]

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

[member="Maxumus Corvus"] Ξ [member="Darth Novus"]

Everything was dark. After the sharp pain in the back of her head. Was this the end? Did she go to far? There was many possibilities. Most of them carried an uncertainty with them.

A light hand would be placed on maxumus's shoulder surrounding him in a calm warming feeling. "Do not worry, you didn't kill her, me. The same and separate unable to unite till she, I can let go. The past hasn't been kind to us. But you... You play a role of importance. We are your master as much as you are ours." A smile would reach her lips as she move in front of Corvus to see the face of his master in a ghost like form. It was the closest way to explain it. In fact it was the force that represented her warm compassionate and selfless side. It was her as a true beacon of light.

"Don't be affriad of us, myself. You see in order for me to survive many years ago we had to be split apart. She was wrapped around in so much darkness that I couldn't risk loosing the real me. She's not whole, trying to fill a void with the need to cling onto the past as a reminder. You know what Im talking about. Her sabers cling to the souls of those she has killed, and her crystals taunt her pushing and biting away. She of course learnt to block it out in time. But as we watched you sink into anger she was prepared to sacrifice herself to the thing she hated to keep you from this. In doing so she let them in, they took control."

The ghost turned around and looked up to the sky. One she couldn't see like he could. It was one of aura from all living beings. "She needs to let go her self. But you have to help her come to the decision." Without fully turning back she looked over her shoulder at him with a small giggle and smile. "Till next time maxumus and don't tell her, me, I was here."

 

[Maxumus Corvus]

Maxumus was to shocked to question any of what was happening, and before he could say anything, the ghostly figure had disappeared. Was it really his master? The side of her that she wished not to lose? He couldn't say, he didn't hold that knowledge. Some of her words had hit him hard, that he was somehow important to what would happen to his master, and that he was in some way her teacher. He, in honesty, didn't know what to make of this, and he looked to his master's unconscious body. Her sabers still radiated with darkness, but Maxumus understood that she needed to be removed from them. The ghostly figure had said that it was a decision she needed to make with his help, so he walked over to the two sabers and picked them up. Attaching them to his belt, he pressed the comlink on his right wrist.
"R2, bring the X-Wing to my location." After that, he sat on the ground by his master, to reflect on the bombardment of events.

[member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Darth Novus"]