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To turn an enemy

Matreya

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The Hand of the Fringe found himself bored. Ungodly so. He had waited during nearly the entire recent invasion, an opponent never coming. Now he sought one out, eyes scanning the populace as he moved. He was very snake like at the moment, for reasons even Zaiden couldn't assume. Yawning he cast his eyes to the skies above, while allowing his mind to stretch and sense his surroundings. He would find a Force User to battle, a normal human didn't pose any real threat to the Czar before, and they never will after.

Soon enough he took a slow deep inhale through his nose, smelling the scents on the air as he walked. Omegas. He knew their scent amongst the worst, for they had always been a thorn in Zaiden's side. Looking in the direction of the smell, Zaiden saw a young woman. Yup clearly OP.

Drawing Rose from his hip, with the Amphistaff curled loosely in her whip form, Zaiden vanished from sight and the very Force itself. A small smirk came across his face slowly. He would make sure this woman regretted ever aligning with the Stealth Master's enemies.

@[member="Ventasia Terana"]
 
Rebellious Vanguard
Writer
Ah, how things always worked out oddly for her. Here she was, in Sith space, walking about as if it was nothing. This could all be attributed to her keeping a mostly low profile up until this point. Sure, her sleeveless, black bodysuit and white vest drew a bit of attention, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. Just the freedom of being able to move freely through most of the galaxy was nice.

Her seemingly endless stroll continued as she moved through the city's streets. It was as she expected, the people stuck under the Empire's thumb weren't crazed acolytes. They were just the most unlucky people in the galaxy. It would be nice for someone to help them...to free them. Someone with an upstanding sense of morals and willingness to help others. Someone.....who wasn't her. Some things never changed, and Ventasia being uncontrollably selfish, and not caring about anything that didn't concern her was one of them.

@[member="Penumbra"]
 

Matreya

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Penumbra moved closer to the young woman, watching intently as she strode before him. Moving swiftly, the man slid directly past her, almost close enough to feel the Hands breath on her cheek - if he was foolish enough to breathe. Turning so he could see her as he walked backwards a few feet ahead.

Drawing his arm slowly back, he stared at her before hurling his arm downwards, the whips razor like tip aimed to hit under the young woman's eye. It would barely cause an unforseen scratch as Zaiden yanked backwards once again.

@[member="Ventasia Terana"]
 
Rebellious Vanguard
Writer
For some reason, she was bored. Probably because she was simply walking around. But that was neither here nor there. Just as she parted her lips to sigh, an odd male seemed to hurry past her. The feeling she got as he passed seemed to give her a horrid feeling in the pit of her stomach. Something wasn't right. Either about the area, or him. Nonetheless, her feet came to a sudden halt as he pivoted to face her. That was when she realized what should've been obvious all along; she was being tracked. If anything became obvious at this point, it was this; Sith space was no longer somewhere she could just waltz through and not be noticed.

Before she could react, it felt s if something made contact with her face, just below her eye. Her eyes quickly panned about, looking for anyone that seemed out of place. Everything seemed....normal. To say this was odd was a massive understatement. Someone....or something wanted her attention. Either that, or it wanted her dead. She began to move forward once more, her steps noticeably slower.

@[member="Penumbra"]
 

Matreya

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Penumbra smiled, the woman had ignored the contact with her face and continued on her walk. Remaining invisible to the eye, and the Force, the Hand of the Fringe moved silently along with her. Every so often, Zaiden's eye would twitch, accompanying a slight flair in power. Some were telekinetic blows designed to feel like punches at vital places, others more similar to powerful kicks at the young woman's legs. Lastly, when he got irritated that the right reaction wasn't being achieved, he sent a slightly more devastating attack in the form of friction amongst the air molecules before her face, igniting a huge flow of fire that hung in mid air.

@[member="Ventasia Terana"]
 
Rebellious Vanguard
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Ventasia wasn't crazy.....okay. She was crazy. and everybody knew it. Wild enough drop a bomb on a city that housed an enemy, and not bat an eye. Yet sane enough to know when something was wrong. And something was definitely wrong. She wasn't alone, and that much was more than obvious. Her head panned about, eying those around her. She wanted to see anything unusual. Sure, she wasn't the best at seeing through the force, or even average for that matter, but her actual senses were sharper than most. Things others missed usually were the first things she saw. Yet, as she looked about, nothing seemed to catch her eye. Nothing was sticking out to her.

Though even as she looked about, odd things continued. It felt like fists and kicks hitting all over. Nothing overpowering, but the feeling was there none the less. Not knowing who, or what, was watching her, Ventasia showed the least response she could. Flinches of her arm, twinges of her eyes were the only response she gave. Though she did pick something up. A sudden rise in temperature at the back of her neck. She pivoted just in time to see the flame literally pop out of nowhere in front of her face. Of course, anyone would on instinct, she jumped back a few feet as she continued to look about.

"Fine. Whatever you are, whoever you are, I'm right here. You want my attention? Then you've got all of it. Now, how about having a pair and showing yourself? So I can kick you teeth down your throat and smile at the look on your face when I do it."

@[member="Penumbra"]
 

Matreya

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Zaiden smirked beneath his helmet and dropped his Force Cloak, "Kick my teeth then. If you can reach them." The 8 foot man charged forward, dragging the tail of his Amphistaff for a moment before whipping his arm forward across his body, then back once more. The effect was his whip swinging over the woman's shoulder, then pulled taught to hopefully wrap around the young woman's throat.

He hated the weak, and would obliterate then from the face of the galaxy.

@[member="Ventasia Terana"]
 
Rebellious Vanguard
Writer
Oh and....uh. Crap. What was that other word she was looking for? Uh...oh yeah! poodoo.

Her plan had worked. As per usual, her words drew her the desired attention. Unfortunately, she didn't expect the response she received. A being, at least several feet taller than herself, seemed to appear out of thin air. Either cloaking device had been used, or David Blaine had nothing on this guy. Her challenge had been accepted. Sadly, it wasn't a real challenge she had posed, still it was answered. Barely able to fully grasp the severity of the situation, she had one option for now. Move, and fast.

Just before the strange whip had a chance to coil around her neck, Ventasia crouched down, allowing her to duck out of trouble. This had never been a thought in her head before, but she needed some distance, and quickly. Once she knew she'd dodged the whips attempt to grasp her neck, her legs thrust outward which pushed her backward from the freakishly tall man. Her feet skidded across the ground a few feet away, bringing her to a stop as she remained couched, her eyes locked on man before her. "So, it was you. One question; what the hell are you?"

@[member="Penumbra"]
 

Matreya

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Zaiden smiled, a cruel dark and twisted thing, void of all hope. This young woman asked questions that did not matter, but the Supreme Lord would answer them as a chance to ease his boredom, "A man. Lord of many, Master of few. Ruler of the Shadows." He said, his voice acidic and tainting, "You may call me Penumbra little one." That being said, he reached to his left hip with his opposite hand, and drew forth Lotus Fang - it was Tsaisi, a species of Vong weapon related to the Amphistaff, with a far deadlier poison. Now equipped with two of his deadliest weapons, the giant of a man launched into action once more.

Firstly, he gripped Rose slightly tighter, signaling the transfer to sword. Next he drew her down, and pushed her forward in a powerful lunge, that ended in a sweep upward with the Amphistaff. Turning slightly so his back was to the woman as he passed her, he brought Lotus forward and continued the spin with the intent of striking the woman twice.

@[member="Ventasia Terana"]
 
Rebellious Vanguard
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"Hold on! Who the hell are you calling little on.." Her words stopped just before the end of the sentence, noticing him drawing his sword. This was turning into some outing. First, she had to deal with a transforming staff. Now, it was some kind of freaking sword. And all on the day where she came completely unarmed. What else could go wrong at this rate? poodoo, here he comes again. Well, I dodged him once...lets go for two.

As he swept upward, she performed a handspring backward, just dodging the swipe by rolling back. Just as her feet met the ground, the secondary attack came her way. Ventasia bent over backward, literally. Her body leaned back till she just barley balanced with her body at a near ninety degree angle. Still, the blade cut a small slit into her suit, right atop the chest, an just missed cutting into the skin. And not by much either. That was three close calls in a row. If it wasn't for her being so quick, this would've went horribly. Something needed to be done. It was time to turn the tide of this little brawl.

Her body snapped back up as the blade cleared her. arms extended and palms facing toward him. With no regard for anything that may have been around him, or anyone behind him, a massive shockwave was sent at him from point blank range. Something was wrong here. She was on the defensive, and that was never a good thing.

@[member="Penumbra"]
 

Matreya

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Just the barest of seconds, and a greater degree of skill in telekinetics, saved him from being launched from his feet - or worse. First, he created a Force Bubble around himself to block the attack itself, but that wasn't to say he avoided damage. At point blank range, it is near impossible to avoid a Shockwave, and thus he was left with no air in his lungs with a few drops of blood emerging from his nose. Pressure against the body was a deadly tool

But as said, it's hard to dodge point blank. So when Zaiden turned his eyes to the young woman once again, it was not a good sign to see his eyes glow brighter. For a moment the giant of a man gathered energy...

Then in the same fashion as a person breathing, drawing in then letting go, Zaiden exploded. The raw energy from the man was enough to dig a massive crater outward in waves. All those nearby were whipped through the air, hurled against walls and other bystanders. The shockwave the Hand had felt left him with ringing ears and stunned vision, even with his own defenses in place - he wondered what this girl could do against such an attack...

@[member="Ventasia Terana"]
 
Rebellious Vanguard
Writer
That didn't work? Like, seriously? He's still standing?..

He was on his feet. Even with the trickle of blood, and obvious increase in breathing, there was no other signs of damage. This guy stood in front of her, took her assault head on, and withstood it practically without shaking. For anyone, seeing such a thing would deflate their ego to some degree. In that aspect, Ventasia was no different. This close, there was no chance to put up any sort of actual defense. Which meant bad things, of course..

As the figure before her exploded, she was suddenly send hurling backwards through the air. Her arms crossed over her face in the form of an X as she was blown away. The last thing she needed was to be wide open to a secondary attack. Even with that, her body went smashing through the wall of a building, leaving a massive hole. Sliding across the floor of the small building, she body came to a stop as it smashed against the rear wall, leaving an indentation of where her back made contact. Slowly, she rose to her knees, glaring out the hole at him. All she could do was shake her head. Out matched, and unarmed. None of this was looking good.

"Just what hell do you want from me?"

@[member="Penumbra"]
 

Matreya

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The evil could be seen swimming through Penumbra's fiery gaze, a taint that was almost palpable, "Your blood. And your utter disowning of the lightside. I live to break others." He said, launching forward so he was bare inches from her. Crouching he looked inside at the young woman, "I once was like you. Weak, slowed by the light. The darkness yields so much more to play with though. So logically I admitted to myself: the light is a lie. You hide yourself from true power, from the ability to save those you care for during times of war..." At this comment he fell silent, his mind lost in the cosmos for a moment.

But then he was back, as well as the maniacal grin that seemed to flash to much teeth in a feral way, "Come out little pig. Or I'll huff and I'll puff."
@[member="Ventasia Terana"]
 
Rebellious Vanguard
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None of those made any sense. At least not to her.

He wanted to break her? To disown something she never really believed in? All of this was something she thought she'd hear from some Jedi who went Sith. But that wasn't her. Sure, she started with the Jedi, but there was a reason she never stayed, a reason she didn't last. She wasn't a Jedi, or light as he called her. What she was, was pissed. Weak wasn't a word she would let anyone associate with her, regardless of who they worked for. Someone had to pay...

The grimace across her face lasted for just a few more moments, as the large male threatened to blow her way. Oddly, within an instant, her lips curved into a relaxed, almost welcoming smile. "Sorry. The little kitten you thought who were playing with isn't here at the moment. Please leave a message at the sound of the beep, and go kark yourself. Also, have a nice day."

Just as the final syllable left her lips. Ventasia extended her legs in a thrust motion, propelling her forward quickly and forcefully. No spinning. No rolling. Nothing fancy. She lunged straight at him, as fast and as hard as she could, head first. She was stubborn, and that would never change. Not to mention, at this point, she needed to do something to save her own pride.

@[member="Penumbra"]
 

Matreya

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Side stepping, the most ingenious of evasions. As well, being used by a massive hulk of a man with superior speed, it was rather easy to dodge...but he didn't. Instead he simply sent the image of himself doing so to the young woman, while in reality he stepped back then around the blow, leaving him next to her open side.

"Message? Watch your surroundings." He murmured softly, then brought out his Tsaisi, Lotus Fang, swinging him downward in a powerful stab aimed for the woman's shoulder. At the same time as the living baton sized weapon could cut and match the same prowess as a saber, it's main use lie in it's potent poisons.

@[member="Ventasia Terana"]
 
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