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Zabraks

"I do think I have a problem..I keep Coming back to Taris in search of something I will never find.. But I do know you're here..." Maleus's words were deafened by the whirling engines of the speeder he rode across. Most of the surrounding buildings were fractured carcasses of what once was a bustling metropolitan, destroyed by constant strife and a cycle of idiocy.

"Much has changed since we last met."
"I do hope you are not dead, for I will regret for not saying what needed to be said."

The throttle was kicked into over-drive as his hands revved the handle-bars forcing super-heated exhaust to form a lingering trail that he would be able to follow should he need to.

"Come.. Out....."

[member="Dovian"]
 

EvolutionMe

The Wondering Zabrak
Allowed his eyes to seemingly flicker within the darkness as the folds of his mendacious garbs sent fourth a defamatory nature through the brisk air. His stoic optics glared fourth as the sky seemingly radiated in an array of colours. His energy exceeded the limits of his body. His red tone seemingly vibrated with a sharp edge of light. His black tattoos gave his overall appearance a finished look. The horns that rested upon the summit of his cranium seemingly gave off a malevolent glow as pure evil radiated from the core of the man's body.

"It appears as if. . . The time has come. . ."

A simple sentence was all that was required to set the scene at hand. The darkness within had been quenched and in return, a light had been awakened.
"Brother. . . You'd best return. . " he muttered momentarily before allowing his voice to return to the confinements of his sanguine lips.

[member="Maleus"]
 
There was a clearing in the distance. Mottled specks of withered stumps hinted at the vestige of life beforehand. The speeder raced forth with fire rippling form it's metallic exhaust ports. Metallic fingers clenched around the brakes causing the vehicle to come to screeching halt. The man who descended his speeder was garbed in gray. There was a hood drawn over his features with an intricate pattern of waves embroidered into it's surface. Two distinct cobalt eyes pierced the surrounding darkness of the cowl. The neck-guard fashioned itself downwards to show the pale tunic holding his chest upright.

The good arm the Zabrak still possessed raised. The pad of his index rising in the direction of his younger brother.
"It's been sometime.. Dovian... I know I haven't been the best example for you and I intend to make that up to you..."
One thing was for sure.... Maleus's aura had changed notably, there was no intense malevolence radiating itself from his form. Nor was there a sense of lasting benevolence. It seemed to be a weak combination of the two but inherently leaning more to the dark side.
"Come.."
@Dovian
 

EvolutionMe

The Wondering Zabrak
Allowed an ethereal aura to seemingly radiated around the tips of his fingers as the force came into action. Within moments, a cold metallic object had liberated itself from the confinements of Dovian's garbs and in turn, comfortably adjusted itself within the bearings of the male's palm. A dark glow radiated from the core of his body as the spiritual energy that lingered around his chaotic form seemingly intensified with haste.
"Hello, Brother. . . I've been long awaiting this moment. It appears as if you have changed dramatically since we last met. I can sense it radiating from the core of your soul."

His lips paused as his deep voice danced within the air.
"Now. . . Fight me and show me the new power you have attained."

Upon announcing his intent, a dark, crimson light seemingly made its presence known within the darkness of the immediate vicinity. His lightsaber had sprung to form and in response, the male took up his primary fighting stance and in turn, allowing a chaotic grin to flood his immediate visage.
"I will not take no for an answer, brother. I want to see how you have grown."

[member="Maleus"]
 
"If it is the only way you will listen then I suppose I have no choice.." Maleus's right hand poised itself in the air. The lightsaber rushed to bring itself inside of his grasp. The glow his lightsaber emitted still retained it's crimson tint as he didn't see a need to change it. But the gauntlet that grafted itself onto his artificial ligament was in fact a new addition

Dovians maleficent demeanor was disappointing but not surprising. He surmised this challenge was more than it was.
<Hmmmm...>

Now that the blade sprang to life and it's full extension hummed loudly he could begin. His right foot positioned itself in front while the left remained a little way's back. His left hand drew itself behind his back so only his right hand remained visible.

The opening stance of Makashi had been achieved.

"Your move.."

[member="Dovian"]
 

EvolutionMe

The Wondering Zabrak
Dovian arched his eyebrows briefly before allowing his stoic glare to seemingly retreat into the confinements of his mental fortitude. His body seemingly lingered within the air as his body readjusted itself. The duo were placed within the same stance.
"Heh." he muttered before allowing his right arm to extend fourth in a driving motion. The tip of the lightsaber was set to make contact with his opponent's respectable shoulder and in all honesty, it was simply a warning strike. If his brother was incapable of dodging such a petty attack, then quite obviously, he would have been worth little to nothing at this current moment in time.

As the scene panned out, Dovian's face remained as cold as always. Darkness was stirring within the young boy's heart as he advanced onwards in a hardy fashion. His defamatory glare echoed through the surrounding air as a temperate glow overwhelmed his soul.
"Let's see what you've got, Brother."
[member="Maleus"]
 
Maleus saw the attack coming from a mile away. But that was Dovian's mistake... He didn't fight with the intensity of someone who wanted to win. Then again, Makashi demanded excellent foot work and tremendous dexterity. One couldn't always go for the blow that ended fights like this.... It lacked the explosiveness of other stances like Juyo.

Nonetheless the lightsabers crossed paths. The blades were now shimmering with power, sparks licked the floor for a brief moment before he pulled away.

"Too slow.."
He drew his left hand forth and from the confines of his digits an invisible force manifested itself into kinetic energy. His aim was to send Dovian off of his feet. "You know... You really ought to fight me if you really want to fight me.."

[member="Dovian"]
 

EvolutionMe

The Wondering Zabrak
Dovian arched his eyebrows once more as a spiritual force made contact with his chest. within moments, his body had been sent backwards in a sharp fashion; his feet barely capable of keeping themselves lodged to the ground.
"Not too bad. . " the young male muttered before arising from the cloud of dust that had formulated around his point of impact.
"However, I wasn't even trying." he announced quickly before allowing his wrist to pivot and in turn, give way to a spinning blade. The blade moved from side to side as the boy advanced forwards. His footwork had adjusted itself momentarily and in turn, given way to a variation of alternate movements. His stance was as expected, however, it was fairly obvious he wasn't playing around anymore.

"You lack what it takes to beat me." he announced briefly before allowing an all too familiar energy to manifest around the bearings of his feet. The ground beneath him seemingly gave way as various particulates of dust materialized within an instant. His feet shuffled as he leapt forwards in a quick fashion. His right hand had been administered appropriately as he sent a sharp jab towards his opponents chest followed by a secondary attack towards Maleus' knee in an effort to cripple his movements.

[member="Maleus"]
 
<I regret saying what I said before....> Dovians movements blurred around the vicinity. The after-images of his advance proved to be difficult to keep pace with. Ultimately, he had to channel his focus attention on his brothers attack as he couldn't remain in constant motion and go on the offense simultaneously without great skill. <There..>

His form rotated harshly causing him to almost lose his footing. The blade grazed his robe causing it to smolder at the chest-line. It even managed to cut into his skin. <What..?...> However the second attack directed at his leg avoided simply by him sliding back out of instinct.
His opponent had gotten close.. Too close.... The sting from his brothers hit connecting pushed him..... .Now he had entered the state he tried to abstain from using.

Rage.......


In this animated flurry Maleus's stance changed to that of Juyo. "Hahahah!" He'd roar. His blade sang through the air. He brought the blade horizontally in the attempt to score his Dovian's chest. Then his right leg rose upwards in the attempt to plant itself into the Zabrak's jaw.

[member="Dovian"]
 

EvolutionMe

The Wondering Zabrak
Allowed his eyes to rest upon the attack at hand. It was fairly evident that his opponent's form had entered a dramatic shift. A fhist Dovian had not been willing to combat. He was already aware of the Juyo stance's capabilities and as a result, he was aware of the match up that had been presented in a rather unwelcoming plate.

His right hand rose upwards in a sharp manner as his wrist seemingly pivoted in response to his movements. The two blades collided as a ringing smell of ash seemingly lingered within the air as the various particulates that held the blades together allowed various sparks of energy to dance within the immediate air. The tension was quickly seeping in.

Within moments, a sharp jolt of pain overwhelmed Dovian as his jaw was struck. His stance crumbled as he backed up briefly before allowing his palm to rest upon the point of impact. Pain seeped into the various edges of his skin as a clear bruise was evident.
"How annoying. . ." he muttered briefly before allowing the hand that had been monitoring his injury to seemingly thrust fourth as an invisible, malevolent energy was sent fourth through the air and towards Maleus' chest in an effort to create a gap between both him and his opponent.

[member="Maleus"]
 

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