What A Welcome Home (Duel)

[Kiyala Demont`]

It had been posted on the Fringe Challenge board for no more than two days until she received an answer. Kiyala needed to see if after all this time, had all her studies and training been worth. So she challenged any who would dare challenge her to a duel in the arena, the turnout had been rather good considering her relative lowkey life style. Her Rancor Mark 2 painted black and the lights dimmed while she focused the darkness of a dathormirian magic to bring in a thick and ominous fog.

She stood in a Makashi stance with one saber before her and another behind her. Only the one before her was ignited it's sickly green poisonous glow lit up the fog that now covered the arena. Her eyes remained closed as she waited for the one called @[member="Sargon Vynea"] to appear and ready himself. She wondered if he would even show, it wouldn't be the first time she was challenged and then the challenger never show up to the time of battle.

"So you did come? Oh no. Not yet, he is coming now." Her visions somethings leave her perceptions of time distorted when she naturally allowed it instead of attempting to control it as she has in the past. As soon as he entered the room, her eyes would flutter open and she would gaze on the man who for now was her enemy.

Her grip on her lightsabers would grow tighter but she lengthened her fingers to allow the maximum flexiblity with her sabers.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Always one to be honing his skills Sargon picked up the duel with a quickness. The governor of Bakura had little information on his opponent, and that alone threw him off. A key part of any engagement was preparation, and understanding your enemy. In this particular engagement, he lacked both. This didn't deter him from the duel though, perhaps fighting the unknown would let him trust more in the force, and less in his own knowledge.

Walking through the door Sargon had his heavy phrick shield in his left arm, and his vibrosword in his right Sargon was more then curious to face his first opponent with dual sabers. Moving into a balanced stance, shield forward Sargon nodded to his opponent. Breathing out he allowed his mind to relax as he felt the whisper of the force around him. He wore no armor just a loose military uniform, trusting in his shield to protect him. With a small bow of his head Sargon indicated his readiness.
@[member="Kiyala Demont"]

 

[Kiyala Demont`]

Kiyala began to laugh slightly as he indicated he was ready, she began to whisper to herself weaving a spell as the fog picked up. She shut off her saber and allowed the fog to completely hide her from a sight, her voice would appear to come from just behind Sargon as she said "You really think your ready for this. I've eatened souls stronger than yours before." This spell she was weaving rest on him accepting what she said, she imagined it would take some coercing him into it so she exhaled slowly as the fog would behind billowing toward @[member="Sargon Vynea"] from his left.

As the clouds grew before him, they would be close enough for him to see she was not there. Instead, if he looked to his right he'd she her twisting in the air slashing down toward his neck with her forward saber, and attempting to cleve from his rib cage toward his waist. Kiyala knew that this man knew battle as a soldier but did he know battle as one who knew what it was to have your life on the line. One who is used to the threat of death is well prepared to defend themselves from it than one who doesn't know how to react to it.

The poisonous air that came from Kiyala flickering form and her ominous lightsabers filled the nearby air.

"Are you ready to be defeated so soon?"

 

[Sargon Vynea]

He heard the words, and he believed them, but he would not be as easy prey as she believed. The woman used skills in the force he'd never seen before, and with such fog his eyes would be less then useless. A voice from behind and a presence from the left drew his attention, how fast was his opponent wasn't known either. It was only his utter distrust of his senses in this fight that saved his life.

As his enemy came down upon him Sargon barely moved away from the coming blow, an incredibly painful lance of pain piercing the skin of his back. The blow cauterized almost instantly with the heat of the lightsaber, but the true injury was the burning pain in his back. Spinning he lost his touch on the force for a moment as the pain overwhelmed him. This wasn't his first wound though, and his enemy was playing for keeps. With a shudder of a breath Sargon relaxed his muscles and flowed outwards with the force with his awareness. He couldn't afford another hit like that, or worse one that truly connected.

@[member="Kiyala Demont"]

 

[Kiyala Demont`]

As Kiyala landed she would be behind him to the right, she would stand their resolute for a second. She didn't sense an immediate counter attack, so she held no reason to move past that point. She contemplated her next move not knowing which would by a better route to go with this battle. She imagined that she should test out some of her strength a little more. She channeled strength through her Amulet embedded with her armor, before unleashing a pulse of telekintic energy toward Sardon who was behind her. She focused the brunt of the impact on the wound she just inflicted knowing the impact should split open the recent cauterization causing him to openly bleed if the attack landed.

She then took the time to leap into the air, flipping a few meters away in case her wave didn't send him flying. She turned slowly and yet gracefully to face him once more, her face shielded by her helmet but the sarcasm was laced in her voice. "Are you done so soon? I thought you'd at least be a little more fun." Her body language shifted as if he was frowning for a second. She began to slowly walk toward him through the fog allowing her sabers to once more be cut off so he wouldn't be able to see him. She was thankful her Mistress had been a Miralukan so her force sight was almost like second nature to her, she had no problem finding him while he seemed to have a problem.

As she approached she allowed her body to calm, and allowed the dark side to flood her veins as she switched to the storing her strength for the moment. The man didn't seem to be particularly aggressive as he had not even launched an attack yet. This would allow her time to regain the little amounts of energy thus exerted on her previous force talents.

"This is getting boring. Perhaps I should just end this farce"

 

[Sargon Vynea]

The momentary lapse was enough for Sargon to regroup himself, and given the slight warning his extended senses had allowed him he spun to his right facing his enemy narrowly avoiding the blast of energy. His eyes were again useless in the fog though, and he focused instead on the force. He couldn't use it to see through the force, but he could use it to sense his enemy's presence.

Its quite possible he may have missed her closeness if she hadn't set the dark side to seethe into her renewing her energies. Focusing himself on her presence he breathed out a breathe of calm air, and relaxed his stance again. Shield forward he slowly circled around her presence in the force, and waited for her movements. He had a taste of her abilities perhaps that now he would be ready to counter them.
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[Kiyala Demont`]

Kiara smiled as the man began to circle her, presumably he could now sense her which would make this battle a lot more interesting. If she didn't know how to conceal her presence; however she noted how quickly he was learning and decided to keep her talents she hadn't revealed yet a secret. Instead, she allowed him to continue to circle her as if she was not aware that he had caught on to her presence. His wound was more so an anchor for her however, as her dark presence would begin to make him angrier and less inclined to think rationally. But more so, she simply enhanced her presence within the wound which should over cloud his senses thus making him lose her in the fog.

She allowed a breath to exhale before she sprang forward with sickening speeds towards Sargon. She used her telekinetic pull to attempt to apply weight to his shield hopefully to make it to heavy for him to move in time. It would seem that she would go for the obvious slash toward his neck again, but no she would cut off her blade as soon as their began to meet. While doing this she would use the force power inertia to whip her body around much quicker than normally allowed to try to deliver a devstating snap kick toward the side of Sargon's head.

She strengthened her leg for the inevitable impact just in case this man was more hard headed than she thought.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

If Sargon prided himself on anything it was his own mental discipline, as a soldier, and now as a force user. So when he felt his emotions began to bubble inside of him he knew there was something wrong. He didn't know what, but it wasn't natural for him to give in to emotions so easily. With another exhale he let it wash over him, but wouldn't allow his anger a grip on his mind. As it calmed his awareness of the force came back, but his enemy had already begun to move.

His awareness of her had dimmed, but the dual attack of the sudden increased weight of his shield, and an incoming lightsaber focused him quickly. Without attempting to fight the pull he simply dropped his arm down with the shield, hoping the sudden movement with the shield would throw her off.

Down to his sword blade Sargon brought it high lengthwise to block the incoming saber he thought was going for his neck. He would have been helpless against the oncoming kick if he hadn't brought the blade up vertically for the first block. With a small flick of the wrist he turned the blade cutting edge towards her oncoming foot. Now it was a question of would she have seen his movements starting before she spun.

 

[Kiyala Demont`]

Kiyala in fact did not see the oncoming blade, but for him to shift from a vertical to horozontal slash to be able to slash at her was beneficial. It allowed her time to focus her own force strength to her palm, allowing to momentarily grip the blade long enough to continue the kick at now point blank range. She would then craftily land a few meters to his right. A part of her was annoyed, the first few clashes of battle had been easy and she had begun to under estismate the Iridionian. She smiled once more before wincing, noting that though her armor and power allowed her to grip the blade her skin wasn't ready for the heat. And thus had burn damage on them now incased still within her skin-tight armor.

"It is time you recognize the might of a God." As she waved her fingers utilizing the spell Aspect of the Storm within the training arena, it began to rain tremendously which would make movement slower though quieter when offset by the rain. Lightning began to work it's way in and began to seemingly strike along the arena. Kiyala let out a breath in exhertion but the main drain of the power was initial use it would be much easier to mantain, the fog she already brought grew even more dense as she began to laugh with a sense of superiority.

"Now let me breath life into this arena. . . " She whispered the spell Surge of the Brier, and beneath him a sizable vine would burst and attempted to wrap it's self around him. As he attempts to evade every steps until the fourth step after another vine will emerge and begin pursue him. Kiyala however withdrew herself from the force allowing it to run over her as she sat down and began to meditate watching the outcome with her sight.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

A kick to the head was not a thing easily shrugged off, but the storm allowed him the second to shake it off as he wiped the blood from a cut under his eye. With the thickening of the clouds and the crash of thunder though the room his senses were nearly useless. He was a soldier first though and reaching for his blaster he silently cursed himself for not bringing it. This single problem had hurt him again, and again against force users. He simply had no come back for their ranged attacks.

As the vine burst through the floor and grabbed his leg he decided to try a completely different attempt. She'd nearly ruined his focus on the force with emotion, but what if he interfered with her's?

Closing his eyes Sargon pushed his awareness out towards her, her darkness easier to find as she meditated. He'd never attempted anything like this before, but she simply had too many tricks he didn't know how to correctly counter. With his decision firmly in mind Sargon embraced her entire force signature with his own calmness. It was a two way street though as the darkness in her seethed up through his own wound.

As the vine crept up his leg he ignored it allowing his entire focus to form around the source of darkness. His presence wasn't forceful but more an attempt to soothe the darkness within, and bring a peaceful sensation to his enemy. Physically he was far more open to attack, but mentally he was prepared to withdraw into a hardened wall if she struck at him. If he could crack her attention though the effects of her powers might dissipate.

 

[Kiyala Demont`]

As Sargon's calmness began to attempt to make a connection with Kiyala it would received the welcoming pool of the dark side. He had opened himself up to the devourer that lied beneath Kiyala's innocent gaze. Black and purplish tendrils erupted between Sargon and Kiyala, she send over the combined hatred and fear that the souls she already contained felt. And she began to pull in his energy, devouring it with a certain gluttony as she watched her own energy restore itself. Her dark sided healing soothing them damage done to her hand, she felt a dark desire to drain him completely. However, she saw this man held purpose to her in the future so she allowed him to live by simply draining him enough to make him pass out and to take her fill.

With a snap of a finger, the arena cleared and the people watched would see the dark figure standing before the knocked out @[member="Sargon Vynea"]. She took a moment too look at those watching as if daring them to enter the room next. When no one came forth she sighed befre turning to walk out of the arena area, but she was smiling because she could tell that she was stronger than before.

"Well I did give him a second chance at life. Perhaps I'm growing soft these days."