We Will Not Forgive...

[Romi Jade]

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O S S U S​

J U N G L E​

Opponent: [member="Ara Zambrano"]​

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The irises of her eyes lit up, succumbing to the darker shades of red hailing from the crimson weapon before her. She'd be unmoved by the attempt to draw her focus and manipulate her nerves, the hissing of the blade wouldn't be enough to distract her.

A second would pass...

And another....

Uhn...

A chill crawled down her back, and she felt a sudden weight around her neck; it drug her downward and towards the figure before her. A twitch of her eyes, she quickly dug her left foot into the ground to provide the necessary friction before pulling back in resistance. Having been brought closer, she took advantage of the circumstances and stepped forward in a burst of supernatural speed.

Stepping inside the guard of the Ren, taking advantage of her reverse grip, she'd slap away the reactive maneuvers of her opponent, forcing her opponents blade into an overextension. A flurry of sparks bounded from their blade clashing for the first time.

One second...

Two seconds...

Both would have an opening on the other at this point, and with the space between them now gone, it would be a matter of who would be faster to the kill...

 

[Ara Zambrano]

Moments dragged along as she waited, the thrilling answer of a stumble and feet dug into the earth to stall her opponent’s fall only driving the bloodlust within to higher peaks. The blood pounding in Ara’s ears interrupted all other sounds, accented by the snap and hiss of blades meeting in a flurry of sparks. Eyes widened slightly behind the mask, lips changing from taunting to approving as the young Jedi used the momentum of her own attack to her advantage, rather than wasting energy fighting it.

Not half bad…

They stood close, the preternatural speed bringing the blonde well within her reach, their blades locked against each other. The knight loved these moments, when time slowed as the battle raged, nothing but adrenaline and exhilaration flooding through her veins, eyes glowing with purpose and determination. The thought that the harsh metal of her helmet against the soft skin and cartilage of nose and cheek bones brought a vicious smile to her face, the notion of slamming her forehead against the girl’s dismissed as quickly as it had come. There was a time for brute force and there was a time for the beauty of sword play. She was in no rush to spill blood, let it come with time, after the dance had been thoroughly enjoyed.

Disengaging from the parry, she turned, dropping into a crouch and slashing out with her blade and right foot, her target a simple, yet obvious, one, the Jedi’s calves. At best, the blade or appendage would make contact, first blood drawn, at worst, it would force some space between the opponents again.

Is there a name you would like carved on your gravestone, little one?

Her voice whispered into the girl’s mind, honey and wickedness bolstered by a thread of fear, attempting to push past any mental defenses present. Pulling her attention in two directions, the act of telepathy also searched for weakness in her mental armour, doubts or fears that could be exploited.

[member="Romi Jade"]

 

[Romi Jade]

A twist of her hip, she used control; she swung her weapon around. The area was immediately flooded with the crackle of both weapon colliding; sparks erupted from the core at which both weapons had been interlocked.

Neither were quicker than the other...

Soon the Ren would disengage, the oppositions blade would give and Romi would pull back, gripping the scarlet sliver of her blade. The air growing thick with the tides of battle; exhilarating. Her hair flung forward, whereas the Ren might've intended to draw first blood, she would instead be met with the gentle give of an elegant spin that would see the Jedi subtly bend her waist as she ascended into the air. She leapt over the woman' strike and landed a couple of feet away; the space was recreated.

Her eyes twitched...

A voice echoed in her head, one she was unfamiliar with. However, perceptive, she concluded it was her current enemy. Attempting to block her out, "You're reaching...have you found anything of interest?" she said smirking before absorbing the hum as she raised her weapon.

A second...

The Jedi lunged, extending her arm as if she were jabbing at the woman. However, with a quick sleight of hand, she flipped her weapon into a reverse grip while changing her blades trajectory. Now pushing forward, she swung her blade around and across her chest in a sweeping motion towards her opponent; a feint.

[member="Ara Zambrano"]

 

[Ara Zambrano]

The almost comforting snap-hiss of blades colliding filled the clearing, her attack successfully parried, even as the Knight used her own momentum to push herself back into a standing position, blades separating once again as the blonde leapt into the air. It was a gorgeous movement, a simple bend of the waist, a summersault through the air until they were once again face-to-face. A soft smile played across the Ren’s face as her mental attack was easily brushed aside, a witty response in return.

”Yes….but I did not need to go searching your mind to find it.”

The crackle of a mechanical voice, neither male nor female, bounced off the trees surrounding the pair, a harsh contrast to the voice that had just slithered into her mind. This one dripped with threat, or innuendo, depending on how the Jedi chose to take the robotic, artificial tones. While she spoke, the girl moved, a simple lunge to close the distance between them once again. Tightening her grip on the smooth metal of Ba’Vanim, Ara prepared to bat the attack away with an easy parry.

Eyes cast towards the rapid motion of the blade as its trajectory changed, a flat arc made from a reversal of the grip the jedi had on her weapon bringing the blade across where Ara’s chest was. Once again she was thankful her Master had chosen to focus on her natural dexterity and afforded her the skills to dodge such a rapid change in attack.

The scarlet blade of her opponent brushed past the fabric of her armour as she dashed back, two quick steps and a slight bend of her lower back avoiding the path of the crimson blade. Sparks drawn as it grazed one of the Duraplast plates woven into the fabric for just such an occasion, she righted herself, slashed out with her own saber, two quick jabs to the upper and lower torso.

[member="Romi Jade"]