Lyssah Archria vs. Celia Saylis

[Silas]

Here we go, heads is Jake, and tails is Ms. Saylis. Head its Jake! So here we go.

Setting:

So here we go, its five round of epic dueling in the kingdom of heaven. So, here we go! Dire will start, and Saylis will follow after that.

[Dire Wolf]

(Gonna try and keep them concise ; D)

A pair of green eyes seemed to burn in the darkness as they silently watched a guard pass below her perch. Her lithe form slumped off of the small building, the wind filling ears as she fell and hit the ground with a roll. She was a blur of motion as she shot up and sent a quick jab into the man's throat as he turned around, and followed that up with a kick that swept him off of his feet.

The woman threw herself on top of the guard even as he fell, her gloved hand planted on his forehead. Her mind was swift to bludgeon through whatever paper thin barriers the man had around his brain, and even swifter to force his mind into unconsciousness. He would wake up in a few hours, remembering nothing but those green eyes surrounded by the deep dark of midnight and a cool feeling flow through his mind.

Lyssah Archria moved on from the man, her body shrouded in attire the color of midnight, her shoulder length hair wrapped up in something bun at the back of her head. Her face was wrapped up in a balaclava the same shade as the rest of her garb, the only thing breaking up its blackness was a wide slit so she could see. White Fang was held at her thigh, and her shoto was held at the small of her back should she need it.

The aphithiri woman found herself peculiar floating city to fulfill her duty, which was to be something of a judge, jury, and executioner. Korintha the Hutt was the first among many. Lys knew that there was no way she could hope to strike a serious blow against evil and injustice by herself, but perhaps she could be a symbol. The beginning of the end for crime. All it took was a little inspiration, and her movement could be started.

Theon Kein was one of the more powerful mob bosses of the galaxy, and responsible for a litany of crimes both documented and not. She had spent months hunting the man, and had to work far harder than she cared to admit to actually narrow him down to a specific building. Which was where she was at that moment, preparing to infiltrate the compound. She had no idea a specter of her past had managed to find her once more...

[saylis]

A figure walked the streets of the floating city, the city was a miracle in it's self. Some said that the city was magic, other said it could be explained by science, regardless, tourists occasionally came here by hovercraft to the water around to see the city floating just above the surface. Few knew that there was still crime worming it's way into the city networks, unknown to the figure, who she was after was tracking down one such leader, if she knew she might have approved of the work she was aiming at, but not the means that she may have done her work.

As she progressed further she felt her lightsaber bouncing slightly against her hip, the robes she wore not truly dulling the feeling, but it didn't bother her, as the feeling was quite accustom to her. She looked up for a moment, at the sky above her head, clouds swirling, she had a feeling that today was going to be a sad day, a very sad day indeed, that idea was in her head as she felt the presence of the very one she had been tracking down. Her cloak moved slightly as a gentle breeze passed by, she focused on the gentleness to remove her sad thoughts and continued on, she reached an arm down to her left side, where the sheath of her katana was, the feeling of the hilt bringing a sense of the usual to her, this with the combination of her focus seemed to ease the feeling in her gut finally.

Then she caught sight of a black clad figure on top of a man, a guard likely, with her hand pressed against his head, then she stood and seemed to move on, her attention focused on a task she was not sure of, but she narrowed her eyes and focused on her mind to confirm it, yes, this was her.

"Hello, Lyssah Archria", her voice would rang clear to her, one that should be familiar. She then pulled her hood back, it fell neatly behind her head and revealed her, if she had not already felt her presence as she had felt her's. Celia Saylis looked directly at her, her gaze not wavering from her black form.

Her mind raced back at the mission description she was given, to track down Lyssah Archria, and either recover her back to Couruscant, or find out her true reasons for leaving and what she is doing. But, she was given the permission to use deadly force if she was attacked, that is what had shaken her originally, she respected Lyssah Archria, for what she has done and her bold moves, and as a fellow Jedi she did not want to force her to do anything, but as the Jedi Battlemaster, and as a Jedi Master, she still had to take what was given to her, so now she stood before Lyssah, ready to do what needed to be done, despite the feelings she felt.