Nieraan Onin vs Alkeran Methredral

[Rugs]

Hrm... I'll give us five or six rounds, ungraded. Can always extend if wanted.



An old gathering place for the pious, long abandoned by its former users. Eons have turned what was the very pride of a civilization into crumbling mess of disrepair, long forgotten by almost any living beings and seemingly time itself.

But this place holds secrets. And while many have forgotten it, there are some that still remember...

/-|-\

So here it is... Nieraan dropped the hood of his coat from his head as he stepped into the old crumbling structure. Thin rays from the day's dying sunlight filtered in through a great broken window on the far end, over what he presumed had at one time been an altar. Old pews laid scattered about, broken by the hands of time and the effects of nature as the building that sheltered them crumbled and fell apart. Not much left to it.

Glass crunched beneath his boots as he started forward, walking deeper into the old building. Save the sound of his own movement or breathing, the place was silent. The air sat still as the serene waters of a pond. It was almost eerie, how still and quiet everything was.

Not that Nieraan cared.

His lightsabers pinged softly against each other as he started to walk more swiftly, heading toward the altar at the far end of the temple. Some of the others within the Order might have taken a moment to stop and take in the sight of it all--to gaze on the aging columns that, despite the decay that surrounded them, still stood strong, or the statues that lined either side of the nave. The young Firrerreo Initiate, however, did not. He strolled along, stepping over pieces of rubble as he came across them, without much of a second glance or thought for the surroundings beyond keeping some sense of awareness about them.

Nieraan's goal was simple, at least on paper. Supposedly, there was an old artifact hidden in this place somewhere. A holocron, perhaps, or some other source of power. Whatever the case may have been, he'd been sent by the Order to find it. He'd griped at first; how couldn't he have? It was busy work. But then the realization dawned on him that, if this artifact really had any practical use for gaining strength, like some in the Order believed, he might be able to get something out of it. Sure, the Sith would get it. Once he'd seen what there was to be gained for himself first.

"Gotta find the damn thing first." He came to the altar and stopped. It was in ruins. "There's no way there's anything here," he muttered under his breath as he crouched down to look through the rubble. There wasn't. Sighing, he straightened himself back up and turned around to look over the entirety of the cathedral's interior. This was the main floor, and there were catacombs down below. If it's not up here it'll be down there. He folded his arms over his chest and tapped a finger on the metal plate over one of his forearms. If it's even here.

Knowing there wasn't anything else to do but searching, he sighed and hopped back down to the floor. As he landed, he stretched his senses out, feeling out the area around him through the Force. A taint sat over the place, one that was noticeable with a bit of looking. Nieraan drew deeper on the Force, basking in the feel of the Dark Side for moment, until he noticed it.

A blip. A pinpoint of life.

He looked up and stood to his full height. Someone else was nearby. Hm... Of all the things he expected, finding another being here had to be near the very bottom of his list. On a whim, he took one of his sabers in hand and connected it to the other, though he left them hanging on his belt. If this person turned out to be a threat, he'd deal with them.

A wicked, malevolent grin slowly bloomed on his mouth. Might just take care of 'em anyway.

It had been too long since he'd had some fun...

[Reece Thompson]

Alkeran walked to the crumbled old building second.

"What a mess." He joked to himself before stepping through what was left of the doorway. The wind cut through him like a lightsaber through butter. She shivered slightly, but recovered himself quickly.

He walked for a little bit, observing the room, before sensing another presence here.

-Scavengers?- he though to himself, he focused a little bit harder, -No, force user-

He unclipped his saberstaff from his back and held it in one hand. He didn't ignite it, but it was there if he needed it.

He continued to walk, looking around. It was rumoured there was some treasure here, at least... thats what the scavenger had said before Alkeran pushed his lungs out.

He explored the first room then rounded a corner to find another man stood there. The force user he had detected.

"Hello there." Alkeran said smiling. He could feel the force emanating from this person. "You must be here for the treasure? Could I please ask that you let me find it first? Then leave with it."

[Rugs]

Nieraan decided that if he was going to wait for the other person to make themselves known, he might as well be comfortable about it. He crouched down in front of the old ruined altar and waited, keeping tabs on the other via the Force. Thankfully, it didn't take long for the other to show up.

It was a man, clothed in black. A bit shorter than Nieraan, and as the Firrerreo noted as he stood up, he was thing. Gaunt. Almost sickly-looking. Nieraan only hmphed softly to himself at the sight of him. Best of all, he had a lightsaber in his hand. Oh goody, he thought, his lips curling into a twisted grin, I might have some fun after all.

"Hello there. You must be here for the treasure?"

So he knew as well, did he? Not too much of a surprise; Nieraan doubted anyone would have any real reason for coming to this place if not for the rumored artifact that lay here.

"Could I please ask that you let me find it first? Then leave with it."

Oh now that was funny. Nieraan laughed at the man. Laughed as he started to walk, stepping down the short steps that lead back down to the cathedral's floor from the altar. His laughter filled the old place, echoing again and again throughout until he came to a stop a few meters away from the new arrival.

"You weren't kidding, were you?" He grinned mockingly at the man, baring his sharp canines. "Of course I won't let you take it! And if you find it, I'll just kill you and pluck it from you." He shook his head, still chuckling at the absurdity of the man's question.

"Look, I'm feeling nice today, so here's what I'll do. I'll give you a chance to leave this dead place, unharmed. You have one shot," he held up his hand before him, holding up his index finger. "This is your only chance. If you don't.... Well, I guess I'll just have to put you down." The Force called the conjoined hilts of his lightsaber to his hand. With a simple press of their buttons through the Force, they came to life, forming his saberstaff. One blade was gold, the other a dark blue.

"But you know, I'd just hate to beat such an obviously-weak man." Nieraan spun the weapon in his hand and held it comfortably as he gave the man a cocky smirk. "So go on, get out of here. You should learn to eat before you bother yourself with ancient artifacts."

[Reece Thompson]

"Now there's no need to be so mean." Alkeran smiled.

He watched as his saber staff activated. "Two different colours.... oh my."

"I'd hate to beat such an obviously-weak man."

He ignited his and continued to smile as the two red blades extended.
"I prefer my clichés."

"But, how about, I give you this treasure," Alkeran said, gently using the force to move a small statue over, "And I'll have the one thats rumoured."

Alkeran watched the man, who didn't seem the slightest bit impressed.

"Oh fine!"

He lept over the man, then used the force to slide sideways straight after landing in a swift move that not many could compensate for.

He rose to his feet faster than any man he'd ever seen could and swung his saber around, bringing it down for a standard shoulder strike.

Alkeran thought he'd start off easy, test the waters of this man, before delving in deeper.

[Rugs]

The man smiled at Nieraan's taunting, seemingly undisturbed. Even so, he ignited the blades of his own lightsaber--a saberstaff, much like the one Nieraan was currently wielding. Nieraan eyed the two crimson blades that sprouted from either end of the weapon curiously, smirking to himself.

"I prefer my clichés," the man said.

Nieraan snorted derisively. "Whatever makes you happy." As he kept an eye on the man he shifted his stance a bit. He stayed loose, but he readied himself; he had a feeling this one wouldn't be running away. All the more fun for me, then, he crooned to himself.

"But, how about, I give you this treasure, and I'll have the one that's rumoured."

As he spoke, the other man moved one of the old statues with the Force and set it down in front of Nieraan. The Firrerreo looked at, then at the man, cocking an eyebrow as he did so. He really couldn't tell if the man genuinely thought he was being funny, or was being genuine, or making some kind of stupid attempt at a joke.

It wouldn't matter in a few minutes. Now it was clear he wouldn't be running. So soon he'd be dead, and Nieraan would be none the worse then.

"Oh fine!"

Finally, the man took action and leapt over Nieraan. Nieraan brought his weapon up as he did so and stepped toward where the man had been standing, away from where he would land. Fast, Nieraan noted. Nothing I can't deal with, though. He was, after all, extremely quick and agile himself. As the man rose to his feet and brought his saber around, Nieraan made his move.

He struck out with the gold blade of his staff, using a forceful parry to knock the man's strike off course and safely away. Unsuprisingly, it wasn't very hard to do; this fellow was quick, but didn't put much force behind his blows. Perhaps he wasn't able, but stopping the attack proved to be little trouble for the athletic Firrerro.

"You're not very strong, you know," Nieraan jeered, even as he kept fighting. The defense flowed smoothly into an attack as he pressed that end of his blade down, hopefully with his foe's blade still caught on it. Blue blurred through the air as he swiftly brought the other end of his blade 'round in a hard slash at the man's chest. That was followed by yet another attack, as he danced to the right, bring the blade around his body as he turned and struck out yet again at the man's side.

Attack the man relentlessly; see how much his frail form could take, and wear him down. It was a simple strategy, really.

But sometimes, simple was good.

[Reece Thompson]

"You're not very strong you know."

Alkeran chuckled, "I'm just giving you a fair chance."

He spun out the way of the all blows, never making contact, but making use of his acrobatics, occasionally using the force to boost it.

He swiftly moved his saber to block the last blow, putting a halt to all their dancing.

"Is that all you've got? I've killed younglings that had more skill than you."

Alkeran pulled his saber across his body, dragging the other mans saber with him before relesing a powerful force powered kick to the mans abdomen.

Before the other man could react or recover, Alkeran pulled his foot back and jumped jumped up onto the narrow rafters holding the ceiling. He landed perfectly on the narrow beam. If he wasn't so damn awesome, he might have had some thoughts on the fact that he couldnt stand feet together on the beam because of how narrow it was.

It was extraordinarily dark up here.

Alkeran deactivated his saber to hide his exact position, and darted across the beam.

He knew that if he sensed, the man would know he was up there, but luckily, he wouldn't know exactly where.

[Rugs]

{Do be careful with how you word things. Don't want to make it sound like you're auto-hitting.}

Nieraan smirked. "A fair chance?" The dance continued, their sabers burning blurred trails of light through the air around and between them. This man was quick on his feet indeed, but Nieraan was having little trouble keeping up with him. "Fair chances get you killed against your betters."

"Is that all you've got? I've killed younglings that had more skill than you."

As his opponent attacked again, striking out at his blade, Nieraan ducked to the side, letting the end of his saber be moved--since that was the only way this man would be moving his weapon, given differences in strength--and flowing around him. The attempted kick found nothing but air, and for a moment, Nieraan considered chopping the fool's leg off. That would've been the end of that.

But no, there was still some fun to be had. Maybe the lout would prove himself a strong enough opponent for Nieraan to move to Jar'Kai.

Maybe.

"And I've fought drunks with better form than you," Nieraan crooned. Idle amusement rippled through him as the man turned and jumped away up to one of the beams in the rafters. The fool even turned the blades off, as if that could stop Nieraan from finding him.

As if Nieraan needed to see him with his eyes to kill him,

"Idiot," he muttered under his breath.

It wasn't hard to hone on in the man, loud and blaring as his presence was in the Force. Even then, Nieraan need not attack him directly; not with the ground he'd chosen to stand on.

He wasted almost no time reaching out to the Force as the blades of his sabers died away almost as soon as the man jumped away. Already, a plan was forming in his mind. The Force was his to command and bend to his will, but he'd not touched it in the fight, despite being as powerful as he was. That was about to change.

"Why do you run?" he called, his voice cold and mocking. Reaching out with both hands in two different directions, he started to set his attack into motion. With one hand, he directed the Force to take hold of the beam his opponent had fled to. His open palm closed into a fist and he pulled back, ripping at the beam. The thing shuddered and then broke free in and explosion of splinters and dust.

At the same moment, Nieraan had been reaching with his other hand, establishing a tenuous hold on the great window above the altar to lay the way from the true part of his attack. Now he tore at it and the already-broken glass broke free, shattering loudly into thousands of little pieces that caught the dying light. With a sweep of his hand he stirred them through the air and hurled them, making a wide wall of thousands of tiny knives and sending them rocketing toward the signature he felt in the Force.

A dark, malevolent grin twisted his face as he brought his hands round so that they were both facing in the man's direction. Electricity crackled around his wrists and forearms for an instant and then he let it free.

Lightning surged forward through the old cathedral. The glass was caught in its path, and it added a dangerous current to the shards as it raced past them.

Let's see what you've got friend.

[Reece Thompson]

(Sorry)

Alkeran jumped from from the collapsing beam onto a beam. He slid onto the side and clutched on as glass shards and electricity flashed past him.

-Well, this is going to be more fun than I thought?- Alkeran thought to himself.

He dropped down from the rafters and landed gracefully on the ground, bending his knees as he landed.

"Impressive. You're slighlty more talented with the force than I thought." Alkeran said.

He made no attempt to hide his actions. He lifted a number of the pews in the air and threw them all at his enemy one by one.

Alkeran walked after them slowly, keeping a close eye on his enemy.

[Rugs]

{No problem ^_^ Just something to keep in mind}

"Impressive. You're slighlty more talented with the force than I thought."

Nieraan's canines caught some of the fading light as he smirked at the man. And you've only had a glimpse. Should've taken that chance when I gave it to you. He rolled his neck to the side and popped it. His fingers flexed and relaxed in turn as his yellowed eyes remained settled on the man before him. Now you'll die here. And no one in the Galaxy would spare so much as a second thought about it all. Were he a more noble man, Nieraan might have felt some pity.

Unfortunately for his foe, he was not a noble man.

The Force stirred and swelled around his foe, and Nieraan watched with dull interest as some of the old pews rose around the other man. They stood suspended there for a few moments, as if on strings, and then he started to throw them, one at a time.

Nieraan snorted and lifted a hand in front of him. As the pews hurtled toward him, he wove the Force, using his prowess to simply divert them harmlessly aside. Sure, he could've thrown some back at the man, but he opted not to; instead he'd save that energy for something else. The pews crashed and broke into smaller pieces as they slammed into things beyond him. One of them came in low, forcing him to duck slightly as he raised it up over him with the Force and let it keep flying onward. The thing slammed into the wall above the altar and splintered, raining down bits of wood and dust. Then the attack stopped, leaving only the two men staring at each other.

Silence returned tenuously to the old Cathedral, until Nieraan broke it once more.

"I wish I could say the same for you."

With his hand still out, Nieraan reached out to the man in with the Force. There was a power he knew, Force Grip, one that he was very capable with. It allowed many things, beyond simply choking a man; among them was the ability to reach into the very interior of a person and squeeze at them. But that would end the fun far too soon, before it even got started.

Instead, he reached out and wove the Force toward the man's chest, and then started to close his hand and squeeze. If his efforts proved successful, the man would feel a pushing in on his chest from every direction that would quickly grow, making it hard to breathe, and eventually reaching the point of pain.

Nieraan had no intentions of killing the man, not yet. But, as the gold and blue blades of his weapon roared to life again, he decided that he wasn't going to stop his attempts until he was made to or decided to.

[Reece Thompson]

"I wish I could say the same fo you."

Alkeran shrugged the comment off.
-This man couldn't taunt to save his life.- He thought to himself.

He felt the force inside of his, gently compacting his organs.

He had to act quickly, otherwise this wold be a painful death.

He quickly raised one hand and fired a long stream of force lightning in the mans direction, whilst subtley with the other hand, picked up the shards of the splintered pews either side and pushed them towards each other.

[Rugs]

The Force continued to work as Nieraan willed it. He could feel his grip closing in on the man's torso, slowly pushing and crushing it together. A cruel, twisted smirk grew on his lips as his fingers continued to close together. Now the man was his, held in his grasp through the Force. Cocky though Nieraan may have been though, he wasn't so far gone as to think it was the end of fight. Oh, it probably could've been if he willed it, if he squeezed the man harder, but he wasn't that serious yet; he was still testing the mettle of this man, seeing what he was really made of, hoping he'd become impressed in some fashion.

Unfortunately that had yet to happen.

As if on cue, the man made his counter. Lightning streamed from his fingers and flew towards the Firrerreo, but he'd been prepared for such an occasion. His lightsaber came up and into the path of the electricity, stopping it before it could reach him. Not that it seems very strong... He furrowed his brows a bit at the man. He really isn't much of a threat, is he?

Hm?

Something stirred in the Force. He glanced to the side at the feeling of it to see pieces of the splintered pews rising off of the ground. So there was the true attack. Letting his grip fade away, he called the Force into his being. Then he leapt into the air, using it to fuel his powerful muscles and sail skyward, safely away from the flying debris.

As he reached the apex of his jump he put both hands forward and countered. A torrent of lightning exploded from his fingertips, one far stronger than what the man had so pitifully tried to use against him.

Nieraan held it until he landed smoothly on the altar, and then let it fade away. Even once he finished, sparks of electricity continued to crackle around his hands and forearms; they were remnants of the Dark Side fueled power he'd unleashed at the man.

"You know," he said, crouching down and observing the man with amused yellow eyes, "if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to hide your weakness behind the facade of 'giving me a fair chance.' Is that really all you've got?" He smirked coldly. "And you think you're worthy of the power hidden in this place?"

[Reece Thompson]

Alkeran leapt sideways to avoid the lightning impact and as the man reached the peak of his jump, Alkeran launched a massive burst of force power and threw the man of his jump.

Alkeran listed to the mans taunts and when he finished let out a fake yawn.
"You're really boring, do you know that.

You could've had me then... I let my guard down for one second and you play with me instead.

It won't happen again. I gave you a chance."

Alkeran re-pulled his lightsaber from his back and activated a single blade.

With his spare hand he launched volley after volley of force lightning bursts.

With a massive leap, Alkeran moved from one of the church to the other far end.

"Come along.... if you want this treasure."

He turned and ran out of sight.

[Rugs]

"You're really boring, do you know that? You could've had me then... I let my guard down for one second and you play with me instead. It won't happen again. I gave you a chance."

"Good," Nieraan chuckled, turning his saberstaff idly in his hand, "though I hope you're not stupid enough to think I need you to give me the chance." He snickered lightly as the man started to shoot lightning at him, one of the sanguine blades of his own weapon coming to life again. Cracks of lightning answered from his fingertips and met each of the attacks his foe sent toward him, easily overpowering them into stopping. "But if you want me to stop toying with you," grinning, he made a motion with his hand, a slight sweep to the side and a vague nod of his head, "well far be it from me to deny you your wish."

The man fled.

Nieraan followed.

His muscles exploded with energy and he leapt through the air, riding the heels of the man as he tried to run away once again. Laughter, sick and twisted with the thrill of a coming fight echoed through the ancient cathedral as he touched smoothly in a crouch on the far side of the nave, with his free hand down between his legs for balance and his saber staff held out to the side. Power emanated from him upon impact. Dust was kicked up into the air and little bits and pieces of debris were pushed aside in every direction around him for about two meters around him. Now the time for toying with the man had come to an end, as the fool and so willed it. Now was time to hunt. Now was time to kill.

"Come along.... if you want this treasure."

Nieraan chuckled darkly as he stood to his feet, letting his presence expand out. Oh, he'd take two treasures today. The artifact would be his, but first he'd feast upon this man's life, just as he feasted on the darkness that tainted this place.

Even as the man ran away, Nieraan was on him. "Why do you run?" The old brick and stone and mortar caught his voice and sent it back, making his words echo on top of each other. As the Force surged into him, he reached out with a hand and grabbed at the fool, seeking to grab him bodily through the Force. He jerked back hard, trying to yank the man with a hard pull.

He wasted no time continuing to close, even with that; as soon as he'd done his pull, he leapt through the air again, moving with an incredible speed as the Force fueled him. As he went through the air, he'd flip, letting another torrent of lightning fly at the man as he neared him, and land smoothly, hopefully in front of his prey.

Another sick grin grew on his face, showing his sharp canines. "Don't run now. I gave you that chance already." He stood up to his full height. "Kill me or die in this place, but you will not run away."

With his words said, he started to move forward. The blades, gold and blue hummed loudly in his hand. Blood. They wanted blood. Nieraan would sate their desire.

Then he would feast as he had not feasted in a very long while.

[Reece Thompson]

Alkeran continued to run through the battered old building. He felt the force begin to grip him.
-Clearly this crazy fool is trying to drag me backwards. Very well.-

Before the 'crazy fool' could do anything, Alkeran had stopped and leaped backwards, landing behind the man. He activated his saber and spun it around, swinging at the mans head. Then his feet. Then his head again.

Then in a move that was unexpected by many he'd fought, Alkeran forced their sabers into a lock.... and then released a force backed punch into the mans face, providing no windup whatsoever.

[Rugs]

Their blades clashed again and again, sizzling loudly as the two men fought. Nieraan flowed smoothly from form to form, keeping the fool man's red blade away from him as he spun his saberstaff 'round his body. It was a deadly dance they danced, one where a single wrong move could spell the end of a life. An outside observer might go so far as to call it beautiful, as their blurring weapons splashed color all around them.

Nieraan brought his one end of his saber high, easily using the gold blade to knock aside the fool's attempt to cut his head. It was another simple thing to stop the blow to his feet, as it only took a minor readjustment of his staff to get the blue blade to halt the other man's red one. Then came another follow up, as predictable as the first had been. Nieraan parried it easily.

However, it seemed the man had something else in mind, as he tried to force Nieraan into a saber lock. Nieraan snorted. That wasn't a game he'd be playing unless he willed it so. His muscles tensed and then he pushed hard forward to shove the smaller, weaker, much lighter man back as he stepped forward, hoping to disrupt his foe's balance.

At the same time, the fool tried to punch him sticking his arm out despite the fact that Nieraan could chop it off with the lightsaber blade that hummed so dangerously not a foot away from it. Even as the punch approached his face, Nieraan started to counter. He'd been in fights before. He'd been punched in the face before, and he'd developed a particularly fun answer to punish those that tried it.

The blow landed. It was sort of painful, and had much more force than Nieraan knew the little man could muster from the strength of his body, though Nieraan had felt worse. His own mother had done worse, when she'd put him through the years of harsh, abusive training that'd turned him into what he was today. Still, bearable pain is still pain, but it only made more adrenaline flow into Nieraan's system. Maybe this man would be a challenge. Maybe.

He let his head move back, taking the force of the blow, but even as he did, one of his arms shot up to grab at the wrist that'd just hit him. Though he was ambidextrous, his right arm was just a bit stronger than the left, so he kept it on the hilt of his saber to keep the man's red blade away from him.

If he caught his foes wrist, he'd squeeze it tightly, his own significant strength augmented into a near-crushing grip. It would be painful, certainly. The Firrerreo didn't pause, and as he started to grin at the man, lighting sparked around his wrists and then released, as if he was shooting one of the torrents he'd let loose earlier. However, it wouldn't go arcing through the air; rather, if he had caught the man by the wrist, it would get dumped directly into his body.

At the same time, he would keep pressing his blade against that of his foes, using his superior strength to try to use the man's saber lock against him and keep the blade away from him. Doing so, he would pull hard on the man's wrist as the lightning stopped and try to drag him forward and to the side as his body twisted and he made a short sweep with his leg to send the fool to the ground.

[Reece Thompson]

Alkeran smiled as his blow met the mans face, but his face turned suddenly into one of fear as his hand was caught by the man. He gripped his wrist hard and began dumping electricity straight into it with a crushing grip.

Alkeran knew he had but a few seconds before the pain overwhelmed him. He thought of a plan quickly.

He swept his leg around the man and pulled back, pulling his legs out from under him. As the two of the smacked the floor, Alkeran pushed his gripped hand down, smacking the man in the face.

Within the last second, Alkeran did a make do jump, and force pushed the man into the ground, also pushing himself up.

If that didn't make him let go, Alkeran was truly doomed.

[Rugs]

Laughter, cold and cruel filled the old cathedral. As the two men stumbled and ultimately fell to the ground, Nieraan laughed. Laughed at the pain that was etched so plainly across his foe's face. Laughed at what had to be the man's realization of his weakness.

Laughed at the thought of his inevitable victory.

They twisted and turned, falling in a sloppy heap on the ground. Nieraan continued to snicker darkly, planning all the different ways he could kill the man. In anger or desperation, the man tried to hit Nieraan in the face, but the Firrerreo would be having none of that. He answered the man's push with his own, using brute strength to stop the motion before it could even really get started. And all the while, he grinned a crooked grin, a grin that held the promise of a long, painful death.

Then the man tried to escape again, using the Force to push Nieraan away as he tried to jump back. Nieraan let his grip go and rolled smoothly backwards and up into a very low crouch. With a quiet snicker, he exploded forward, pushing off with the Force to send him speeding through the air toward his prey.

Gold and blue blurred through the air as Nieraan brought his staff around him. As he closed in on the man, the saber twisted around him, and come down, as if for an attack...

But right before contact would have been made, as his lips contorted into a mocking sneer, he twisted the hilts of his two lightsabers and pulled them apart. Now the one became two, gold and blue separate and able to attack and defend independently of each other.

The blue blade continued to race in toward the man's side, but the gold diverged and made its own separate path. Up and over it arced, before racing straight down toward the top of his shoulder. The two strikes would land as one.

The playing was over. The test was done. Now was time to kill.

[Reece Thompson]

Alkeran twisted in the air so that he landed firmly on his feet. Years of acrobatics really paid off sometimes.

Alkeran watched the man flick his lightsabers to life. Alkeran mimicked, igniting both blades of his saber staff.

As the man surged forward, Alkeran moved his left leg forward slightly and braced himself.

He was slightly surprised when the man split his saber in half, but it was to be expected. Having seperate colour blades in a saberstaff.

As the man approached him, Alkeran waited till the last minute. He ducked and rolled sideways, twisting his body so that he ended up beside the man facing him.

He swung his saber at waist height.

[Rugs]

Nieraan continued to laugh as the other man rolled out of his onslaught's path. The thrill of the fight continued to pulse through him, adrenaline filled his veins and his heart raced in excitement. Now he was alive, as alive as he'd ever been.

And as he gave himself over to the fight, so too did he give himself over to the Force, to the darkness that tainted this once-holy place. It filled him with its corrupting warmth, made him yearn to press deeper into its depths, but first...

First a man had to die.

Maybe it was fitting, the way they'd met like this in this place. One would be sacrificed for the greater glory of the other, after all. Nieraan just had the benefit of knowing it wouldn't be him.

"No, no, no," he called chidingly to the man as he knocked his waist-height swipe aside easily, answering with a hard slash at the man's chest with his gold blade, "fight to kill me!" His counterattacks came hard and fast. Gold and blue filled the air around him as his blades surged forard in strike after strike. From every angle they came--high, low, swipe at the side, feint to the throat. One at a time. In staggered attacks. Both at once.

Endlessly.

Relentlessly.

They were constant; whether his blows hit or not, Nieraan would not give this man time to make a counter attack. If he ran away or tried to dodge, Nieraan would simple adjust and continue to press. He'd whittle this weak little man down until his strength failed him if he had to, but he would kill him.

To end his rain of attacks, he brought the blue weapon down, trying to press the one of the blades of the other man's staff out of the way. A hard smack from the gold saber followed, and then he'd lunge forward and turn on his side slightly, using the Force and his own strength and physical mass to try to slam hard into the man and push him back, maybe even to the ground.

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Alkeran ducked and weaved, moving his saberstaff to block attack after attack.

This man was absolutely corrupted by the dark side, it was feeding him energy almost.

-I can't get a single attack off while this man is going like this- He thought to himself.

He sidestepped another downward strike and pulled his saber away. He dodged every single attack that was thrown, some of them were not as effective as others though.

Finally, the enemy finished off with a hard slam that pushed Alkeran the length of the corrdior. He landed on his back but continued to slide until a very kindly placed wall stopepd him.

Alkeran got to his knees and clicked his back into place before looking up.

"That was impressive. So you are talented at something."

He got to his feet and held his hand out, pulling his saber staff- which had rolled uner a bunch of broken pews- back to his hand.

Alkeran went to take a deep breath, but a sharp pain filled his chest which forced him to double over and fall back to his knees.

"Crap." He muttered to himself. He clutched his chest and attempted to heal himself.

He knew he wouldnt have time to finish before this man reached him again.