The Kingslayer

[Adriana Fortemps]

[member="Haytham Kaze"]

Jorryn was barely able to dodge the Lord's surprisingly quick grab, only managing to lean to the side before doing a spin to face the Sith again. "Shut your damned mouth!" She shouted at him, allowing her anger and frustration to rise to the surface.

She thought that the anger would help her, make her more powerful, but in the end it just made her sloppy. It gave her overconfidence, believing that the downwards blow was just a simple strike, deciding to block it and ready for a counter attack instead of dodging like she normally would. The counter attack never came. His blow carried the similar feeling to the power she felt from him earlier as she fell to her knees as she had earlier.

"Is this how the power of a Sith Lord who isn't holding back feels?"

Blood and air escaped Jorryn's mouth as she fell downwards, leaving her lightheaded and exhausted. The fatigue was beginning to show as she was now panting heavily and visibly straining to hold back the blue lightsaber of the Sith in front of her.

With a movement of her wrist she threw the Sith Lord's blade off of hers and flipped the blade to a back-handed position, in a stabbing motion aiming for the man's lower abdomen. The move was slow and sloppy due to a combination of her loss of focus as well as her fatigue, but it still carried all of her strength.

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Crushgaunts.

That's all he needed.

Defensive and offensive.

Her lightsabre had come to slash across his midsection after she had mustered enough strength to push his blade to the side. He hadn't expected that, not from someone so much smaller than him, and he was left open to the slash across the lower abdomen, but before the lightsabre could actually melt through the armour covering his lower abdomen, his hand descended upon the lightsabre. Wrapping his fist around it and yanking it out of her hand and tossing it across the room.

His foot would've came out to sweep out from behind her to try and drop her onto her back as he stood over her.

"You have much to learn." He said.

"You will refer to me as Master, or Darth Athyssius. Fetch your lightsabre. We continue." He would not stop until she was battered and blue, not until her lightsabre skills were refined and she was disciplined. If it wasn't on that day, then it would be the next, or the next, or the next. Day in and out, little rest for either of them. Chances were, only one of them would need to grow accustomed to that.

[member="Jorren Charr"]