Weapons.

[Lark]

[member="Krest"] seemed to move faster than time when [member="Satia"] attacked. She lunged at her master after he struck her, whether she attacked due to the lust of immediate revenge or in an attempt to catch him by surprise, he couldn't say. Lark heard the familiar pop of a bone dislocating from it's socket as Krest grabbed her arm and yanking it with great force, enhanced by his cybernetic arm.

Lark was down an ally, and he couldn't afford the time to help her. Hopefully she knew how to pop her arm back into place, and could do so quickly. Even before Krest used the Force to enhance himself he was more than a match for the pair of them. Now he was even faster, stronger, and still had more experience than all the acolytes combined. What can one do against such an opponent, Lark mused. He had used misdirection in a previous training session as well as his opening move in this fight, Krest would catch on quick enough. There was a certain time for trickery, continuous use of the act would turn it into nothing more than a poor parlor trick. And with Satia currently disabled and the skills of [member="Korogum"] unknown, he could only rely on himself.

He listened to the words of the swordmaster, and attempted to allow the Force to imbue within himself. He could always feel the Force, an ever present entity that followed Lark like a starving hound. As he delicately twirled his frost-colored sword, he felt an odd sensation of weightlessness within him. He took a soft step forward with a distant, withdrawn smile. It wasn't perfect, he wasn't suddenly a warrior of remarkable caliber. But he'd take every advantage he could get, no matter how small. He dashed quickly towards Krest, but slowed a few paces away. He swung his sword in a downward arc, far enough away to where only the edge of the sword would pierce flesh should he hit his target. If the Zabrak stepped back and immediately lunged forward, Lark hoped he'd have enough speed to flick his sword back, or slash out with his knife if he ducked under the sword and ran towards him. No matter how Krest acted, Lark would attempt to quickly react accordingly. Let's see how this goes.

 

[Korogum]

Watching the Sith Lord quickly dispatch the brazen attempt of an attack against him by [member="Satia"], Korogum observed the movements of the more calculating being in the room, the one named [member="Lark"] . Korogum knew he would be more reliable in a fight of teamwork, even if he was prone to placing his allies in the line of fire. Nevertheless, Korogum took this opportunity as Lark's swing came forward against Krest. Stepping forward quickly, Korogum placed his right foot in a firm position in front of him, giving him a stable stance as he took the words the Sith Lord had said of this ability to heart. Focusing on the heat of the moment, the excitement of a fight, the nervous pangs he felt against going up against such a vastly superior foe, and the prideful feeling he felt of himself thanks to his recent training with this weapon, Korogum centered these thoughts within himself, letting them give him purpose and guidance, and above all, the desire to win.

Gripping the hilt of the Saber Spear he wielded in both hands, he could feel his ambitions surging within his blood like fire, and using this boon, Korogum brought the hilt of the Spear flowing through the air towards Krest's back, should he dodge Lark's attack, he could catch him with this vicious strike using the blunt force of the weapon's hilt.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Poe]

​The dislocating of my arm from shoulder shot a searing pain through my body; but pain was nothing unfamiliar to me. Had it not been for the dangling limb at my side, I would have attacked again, and that would have been foolish. I moved away from the others, basking in my pain as I popped my arm back into the socket, feeling a new version of the pain. I listened to Lord Krest, yet kept my eyes on the other Acolytes. Body language betrays all, even more so for those that have poor habits of hiding it. If I recognized it, then Lord Krest did too.

​I slowly wrapped my hand around the hilt, the blade still sheathed ever watching the ones called Lark and Korogum. If attack was coming, which by the elevation of the Force filling the room it was, then Lark would lead the second attack; my question to myself was would the newcomer participate.

​As suspected, Lark struck like a pit viper, and following the lead came the newcomer; both displaying the knack to drop Lord Krest. A quick test of my arm and shoulder came back with not-so-positive results. I was useless in the swordplay game, but not in the Force playground. I balled the hand of my uninjured arm, drawing the dark energies of the Force, and just as the two Acloytes drew closer to Krest; I shot the Sith Lightening toward the ceiling, eradicating the only solo source of illumination afforded to us, dropping the veil of darkness across the entire room. From the darkness, where I lived my entire life, I erupted into a cackling laugh.


[member="Krest"] l [member="Lark"] l [member="Korogum"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Darkness.

A bemused smile formed on the lips of the Lord as [member="Satia"] brought the bliss of night upon them. The only source of light was the saberstaff [member="Korogum"] wielded now, and any other further bolts of lighting from the female. Though as she blew out the light the electricity rippled across the many Sith weapons of the room, each absorbing a small part of the energy. That would have to be used later. For now, [member="Lark"] charged forward, and the staff wielder from behind. He could feel their lethal intent.

Subtle movements were best in a situation like this. With two enemies to face it was often best to use them against once another. It was part of the reason he challenged them as he did now. Young Sith weren't use to working together, especially when they were strangers. Purposely the Zabrak put them in such an awkward position to force their growth. So rather than step back to Korogum or too Lark, he darted to the side. With the Force he would push Lark forward, attempting to shove the Acolytes into one another.

"Unpredictability will be your greatest ally. Do not forget this!"

 

[Lark]

Lark felt his feet lifted off the ground by some unseen, mystical attack as the room was shrouded in darkness, only a harsh red glow of the staff gave off an aura of light, and the tiny sparks that popped in Satia's fingertips slowly died out. He was thrown into [member="Korogum"] and the pair stumbled, but luckily he wasn't impaled by his saberstaff. Despite the fact that his weapons lacked the signature glow of the lightsabers and would be harder to detect visually, he was fully aware that [member="Krest"] would be able to sense any incoming attack he threw at him. Lark did not possess that advantage. If he attacked Krest, he would have a hard time sensing and avoiding a counterattack. If he attacked he'd have to believe that his allies could provide enough additional pressure to make a counterattack problematic.

But that didn't solve the issue of their inability to land a hit on their trainer. They lacked the ability to communicate telepathically, any commands given would be heard and planned for. It wasn't enough to hope that his allies would do as he wished, they each had their own thoughts and plans of action. They were three parts of a malfunctioning machine, they had to come together for the contraption to work. That was the unpredictability Krest was looking for. The pride of the acolytes was so strong that picturing them coming together and working as a team to strike down their master was utterly inconceivable.

Lark chuckled softly, an odd sound to hear in the dark room. He gazed up at the stone ceiling, sword and dagger held lightly in his hands. I've never felt this way before, he thought to himself. I've always made sure that I have the upper hand, and for the first time I'm feeling overwhelmed. "We are all pieces of a defective machine," he said softly to [member="Satia"] and Korogum, echoing his thoughts from earlier. "Only together can we fulfill our goal." He looked at Krest with eyes burning with the ferocity of a star gone supernova, and a smile as tranquil as falling snow.

He couldn't beat Krest, not on his own, without any tricks up his sleeve. But he'd lead the charge nonetheless. The Force still pulsed within him, stronger than before. And as he dashed towards his master, he prepared for every possible move his allies could make. If Satia launched another volt of electricity and Krest dodged, Lark would be ready. If Korogum repositioned himself, he'd know. He'd have to hope they could do the same. But simply working as a unit wasn't enough if they couldn't strike their master. Combative skill was required for that. He has decades more experience than you, he's fought all kinds of fighters, and is reading you like a book he's reread over and over again. He knows what happens next. In order to beat someone who can see the future...

I need to rewrite the end of the book.

The Lark of one minute ago would have launched into a downwards strike, and followed by throwing his knife midswing under the cover of the darkness. The perfect misdirection, unless someone saw it coming. Lark was drawing closer and closer towards Krest, not much distance separated them, and he correctly foresaw his future action. He started his downward swing, but if he could predict his own future so could his opponent. Now, he thought.

His left hand, which had been preparing to throw his knife, fully extended. He let the knife leave his hand and twirl around a little, tossing it to himself. His sword had already left his other hand, he had let it fly towards his opponent as he swung.

 

[Korogum]

"We are all pieces of a defective machine, Only together can we fulfill our goal."

As Korogum began to gain his bearings from his collision with Lark, after having just barely moved the blade of his weapon out of his path, he heard these words spoken from his temporary ally. Knowing full well that he was right, Korogum began postulating a possible strategy to gain the upper hand against the Sith Lord. Understanding that the darkness would be his ally, Korogum deactivated the crimson blade of his saber spear, the soft sound of its hilt moving through the air around him as he spun it in both hands to a better stance was all he could hear.

Engulfed in nothing but a jet black darkness, Korogum focused all his senses through the energy he had been feeling emanating from both himself and the others. As his ally closed the distance between himself and Krest, Korogum let the energy of the force guide his movement, pushing himself to the Sith Lord's left side, and hopefully Satia would be on his right flank. Leaving the vital positioning to faith, Korogum reached his destination, just a few feet from the massive presence a blade's length away from him in utter darkness. Thinking to himself in the last few seconds before his attack, Korogum realized another horizontal swing could spell injury for his allies were Krest to slip away from his strike again, and without so much as thought, Korogum flourished the spears hilt into an upward slash, waiting to activate the blade until it would just barely be within range of the Sith Lord, and taking a massive gamble that the man would be trying to read his moves rather than reading the force.