The Dark Man
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The Dark Man stood from his watch, peering down onto the bleached-white sand below. The waves licked at the shore, lapping, they ebbed and flow, much like the Force. The water itself was as clear as crystal, and were he not so far away, he may have seen a school of fish, or the lone one that dare wander close. Ahani Narjwa stood out against the perfection of this place. A malicious aura. A cancer upon this galaxy. He knew not her name, nor had he ever heard of her. Yet he did not underestimate her. This galaxy was incomprehensibly large, and the predators as countless as the stars. She was tall and lithe, and her movement mirrored those of past competitors. Eager for a fight. Thirsting for it. Her eyes matched her hair, silver, and was complimented by her white skin. His weathered hands remained free, flexing his fingers every so often as he watched her move. Each of her movements sent a ripple through the Force, and their isolation only aided him in discerning even the most nanoscopic of motions. Before he had lost his eyesight, he naturally relied on his eyes, but now blinded, he was fully immersed in the Force. This profound sight allowed him to study and analyse events in ways he had never dreamed. As she bounded for him, leaping high with her blade held, he could feel the tickling energy permeate through him, warning him. The Dark Man could feel her power as he strummed his fingers through energy lattices of the Force, he knew that while he could not best her power-to-power, his danger sense held him in high esteem. His innate precognition had served him well before, and already he knew she was going to blast him with a torrent of energy before she even acted on it.
As she flung herself towards him, still in the air, he subtly motioned his hand. His lightsaber hilt, submerged in the dark folds of his robes, shot out, deactivated. It hurled towards her, and then beyond, missing her by several meters. He imagined what he desired in his mind, as if the lightsaber were attached to a string he held in his clenched fist. Beads and cords of energy curled themselves around him and his blade, forming a connection through the Force. As she neared her landing, he pictured himself yanking that cord, hard. Muscles flexed and rippled across his body, teeth grit. The hilt reversed, this time, targeting Ahani from behind, and at the last possible moment it would activate, a thin and short golden blade, attempting to penetrate through her left shoulder. It was known among many as Saber Throw, a telekinetic technique. It would swiftly return to his hand, Ahani merely being an obstacle in its way. When she landed, she sent out that burst of energy, but she had miscalculated. He had been focused no his attack, and while the thudding of his landing on the sand would be briefly irritable, it would not be painful. He took the blast, and rather than careening towards the beach in the exact opposite direction of the force push, he tumbled down the far side of the dune, away from the beach. He rolled, kicking his feet and throwing both head and hands down to stop himself, anchoring his weight into the sand that came cascading down like the waves of the beach. When he came to his halt, his hand briefly ran through the sand. He hoped this fight did not tarnish his love of such places as these. He came onto his feet, standing erect and unyielding.
“I must admit, I am disappointed. Your lines of engagement were poorly placed. When you should have pulled me towards the beach, and towards you, you instead throw me away.” He raised a finger to his temple, “Though my eyes have failed me, the Force does not. I saw what you intended, and yet someone as powerful as you had miscalculated.” He conserved his natural energy, deciding to turn his back to her and walk down the remainder of the dune. To stay and fight from his position would allow her the high ground, he knew better than that. To climb up to her would have him tire quicker, a route he would prefer to avoid. It was clear she had been relaxing while he had been battling for his life in Round Three, and while he had attained much sleep in his walks, it wouldn’t hurt if he kept his fatigue at an minimum. The wind whistled, and birds circled overhead. He felt invigorated by the Force, but so would she. He knew his plan, devised in his mind. He knew there were many in this galaxy far more powerful than he, but he knew better than to think that that meant they were unable to be defeated. He would utilise patience to win. As they say, slow and steady wins the race. When his feet brushed against the edge of the dunes, where it met the plains, he noticed his footsteps were now gone from his hike. The winds had brushed them away, painting a new landscape with every passing minute. He turned towards her again, taking a seat in the sand, legs folded under his bottom. He relaxed, waiting for her next strike. His mind opened to the infinite possibilities and the unending cosmic energies.
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