Nieraan Onin vs Alkeran Methredral

[Rugs]

Boom.

Nieraan's shove landed and sent the other man recoiling back into a wall. Both of his sabers hummed loudly as he twirled them in his hand. A dark smirk rested on his lips now, and a dark, dangerous chuckle rumbled deep in his throat. Victory was at hand. This man would be at his mercy soon enough. Perhaps he'd show the fool the real meaning of power before he died...

Something caught his attention as he started to walk toward the struggling warrior before him. A trickle of something was coming down the top of his lip. Blood, he thought, as he reached up with the tip of his tongue to taste it. Must have hit me harder than I thought.

Well that just makes a debt to repay.

Slowly, his steps started to quick, and then turned into a run toward the far end of the corridor. A solitary beam of light fell through the length of the corridor from a hole in the crumbling walls. It was thin and weak, filled with dust, but it fell on the man. His chest, the man was clutching at his chest, pain evident on his face. Nieraan grinned sadistically.

When he reached the man, still huddled over on the ground as he was, he stopped, and threw a blast of the Force at the man, trying to push him back up against the wall again. Then he'd step forward and his right leg would shoot out and come down hard to stomp at the man's chest. Hard. Fortunately for the fellow, the blow was carried by Nieraan's raw strength alone; there was no supernatural strength made from the Force. Even so, if the fellow did nothing to stop it, the strike would be painful, devastating even, if this man was truly hurt.

But Nieraan didn't care.

[Reece Thompson]

Alkeran was thrown up to the wall, being pinned there. He'd managed to get some healing done, but it still hurt like hell.

He contorted his face as if he was still in agony. He wouldn't allow this man to see his real expressions.

The man took a step forward and brought his leg up to kick him. Alkeran saw his chance and took it. As he shifted his weight to one leg to kick, Alkeran used the force and pushed his leg out from under him.

As he fell to the floor, Alkeran landed on his feet and channeled as much force energy as he could.

He unleashed a torrent of force lightning, watching it write all over the body of the man led on the floor.

Alkeran ignored the pain in his chest. He'd finish healing later.

[Rugs]

It seemed that, despite his apparent pain, the man still had some fight left in him after all. That was good; it'd only make Nieraan's ultimate triumph that more satisfying when it came. Even so, fight or no, this man would learn that he was outmatched here, in more ways than one.

Sure, the push caught Nieraan off balance. It took him and knocked him back before his crushing blow could fall on his fallen prey's frail body. But it did not make him helpless. He twisted in the air as he feel, letting his gold and blue blades die away to keep from maiming himself. On hitting the ground, he flowed into a smooth roll back. It helped deal with the impact on the hard stone floor and it took him back, so that he came up onto his heels in a crouch with his sabers flaring to life once again to either side of him.

That was about the time the man let his lightning fly.

Angry bolts of power seared the air between them, and they hit Nieraan square in the chest. He recoiled a bit from the hit and moved one of his feet back to keep himself upright, but as the electricity wracked him, he noticed something.

It wasn't very powerful. Oh, it hurt a bit, but he'd felt far, far worse than what this fool could pump out, even in his desperate release of energy.

Hell, he could release much more potent lightning from his own fingertips, as this man had seen.

With a more effort that it would've normally taken, he brought his sabers up and crossed them before him, stopping the flow of lightning. A dull pain lingered from it, but it only made him grin. You'll have to do better than that.

Almost as soon as the lightning was caught on his sabers, Nieraan made a slight motion with two of his fingers. He wove the Force at the other man. Another grip would settle over his chest again, but there would be no slow ramping up of strength this time. No, now the grip would strong and sudden as it pressed in on his chest from every direction. It would be painful from the beginning, and if the man did nothing to stop it, the pain would only get worse as Nieraan tightened his hold.

"You are weak," Nieraan said. His voice didn't carry the energy and thrill he felt surging through him. Instead it was understated, almost disappointed sounding."You know the call of the dark but you have not answered it. Not fully." His fingers curled, and if he still had a grip on the man's chest through the Force, he'd ratchet it up hard. He intended to make this man scream in pain.

"Why?"

[Reece Thompson]

Alkeran could feel his chest being crushed again.

He couldn't speak through the pain.

He tried to release another bolt of force lightning, but nothing happened. He was in far too much pain.

All he could do was shout out in agony.

[Rugs]

Screams filled the cathedral. Nieraan's face was unmoved as the man yelled out, in too much pain to defend himself, or even to speak. More noble men might have felt pity, might have lessened the pressure or let the man go.

Nieraan, however was not a noble man. His blue lightsaber died away and he clipped it back into the holster he kept on his belt for his hilts, leaving only the gold blade burning in his free hand. All the while, he kept the grip going strong on the other man, constantly pressing his chest with that hold through the Force. It would hurt, as it already hurt. It would cause damage, if the man could find no way to stop it, but it would not kill him. Not yet. Nieraan had something special in mind for that.

"I gave you a chance," he said as he started forward toward the man with slow, steady steps, "but didn't take it." His tone was cold and mocking, his mouth twisted into a taunting sneer. "Now you'll die. But don't worry, it won't be a complete waste. Not for me."

When he came to saber range, he flicked the tip of his blade out to cut at the arm that held the man's saber, just below the elbow. Even if he could overcome the man again and again, that was one threat beast dealt with now.

With a soft, malevolent chuckle his eyes, yellow with the taint of the Dark Side, flicked up to look at the face of the man he held within his grasp. He licked some of the blood that was still trickling from his nose and drew it into his mouth. Then he spat it out at the man's face.

Finally, knowing how much pain the man was in, he gave one final mockery.

"Are you ready to die?"

[Reece Thompson]

Alkeran writhed as much as he could in pain.

Alkeran turned to a number of splinters and moved to throw them at the man. It was to no avail. He couldnt concentrate one bit.

This man was going to end him, and there were was nothing he could do about it.

-Always thought I'd go at the end of a saber- He thought to himself whilst screaming in pain.

[Rugs]

It was over. After all the testing, the fighting, the back and forth of the taunting, it was over. And Nieraan would emerge as the victor, just as he knew he would. "So weak," he muttered to the man softly, "so pathetic here at your end." With a final soft hiss, the blade of his gold saber died away. He clipped the weapon back into its place next to its brother on his belt.

With a dark laugh and a pop of his knuckles, Nieraan brought his other hand up and directed it toward the screaming man. "I know your type though. Nothing but talk." Now he started to squeeze harder. The force of his grip strengthened noticeably. Even more pain, if this man thought such was possible, would wrack the man's body. Bones would start to break from the strain. Nieraan did simply stop there, though; he pushed deeper through the Force, to grab and squeeze at the organs within.

It would hurt like nothing the man had ever felt before. It would cause the man bodily harm, as tissue was crushed and blood vessels were ruptured by breaking bone, but it would not kill him. Nieraan had a crueler fat than that in store for this man.

"You were a man that went looking for treasure you weren't worthy of." He snorted a laugh that echoed among the cathedral's soaring ceiling. "Instead you'll die a one-armed fool. But don't worry." His lips twisted into a predatorily smile and he gave one final crushing squeeze to the man. "I won't let you go to waste.

"Oh, no. I'll feast on you."

The grip finally released. In its place, there came a hard Force push, to slam the man against the wall again. And then, it began.

Bits of red energy appeared in the air around Nieraan's fingertips. They looked like electricity, but they were not. They were energy, born purely of the Dark Side, in for an ability the Firrerreo Sith had an innate talent for. As they flew through the air and crashed into the man, arcing like lighting, they would not shock him. Rather, they would tap into his very being and suck the very life energy from him and siphon it off to Nieraan.

Exhilaration flooded through Nieraan as he felt the energy start to flow into him. It replenished him, replacing the energy he'd expended during the battle. It fed him. It gave him a sort of high that he could not explain, but he craved more.

The laugh that came from him could only be called evil as he stepped forward, into the small poll of light that surrounded the man. With every step, he felt the desire to rush, to lunge forward, but he did not, steadily sucking away the man's life from a distance, until he got to the point where he stood not a foot away from him.

One of his hands reached out to grab the man by his thin neck. The other grabbed the bottom of his chin and jaw. Neither of the holds were light; the hand on his neck was squeezing hard, and the fingers on the hand on the man's face pressed into his cheeks and forced his head to tilt back, pressing it against the wall behind him.

Nieraan had stopped the drain for a moment as he grabbed the man, but as he smiled cruelly at him. It began again.

There was something to be said for doing a drain by touch. It was so much more filling than doing it from afar. Now the man's energy came in a flood, and Nieraan laughed as he sucked the life from him.

This death would not be a kind death. It would stretch over a minute or so, and it would most likely be painful.

But in the end, when it was finally done, when Nieraan, filled with newfound energy, finally let the lifeless corpse fall to the ground, it would have been worth it. For one of them.

{Had to take a bit of control to make this work without getting stretched out over five more posts, but I hope that works out alright}

[Reece Thompson]

(Don't worry about. How much control does one have over themselves when in agony eh? I liked it though.)