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Post by Ash on May 3, 2014 20:34:36 GMT -5
((To make it easier for you, we'll just call Diarmuid Ua Duibhne Lancer.))
Diarmuid, also known as Lancer among the Sith Military, and everyone else who couldn't pronounce his name, was never very fond of Korriban. It was too hot and too sand for his likes, but sometimes he had no other choice but to be here. In this case, however, it was his acting apprentice who needed to be here. She was sent by her father, his master, here for some reason. He wasn't paying too much attention.
So now here he was, sitting around in the Academy while Rose was running around doing whatever she needed to do. It was funny to think that a few short years ago he was also doing some of his own training before he was taken up by a Sith Master.
Lancer flexed his shoulders, his formfitting armorweave outfit flexing along with his his muscles as he moved his arms. He was getting really bored waiting around for Rose to get back, but he said he would wait around the main common area. He would have liked to have something to do.
She needs to hurry!
Lancer shouted at no one in particular. He didn't even care if anyone happened to hear him, which he was sure that people did. Well, of course he did, he yelled out in a populated area, but there were other yelling as well, so there were no worries. Lancer stood up, walked around to see if Rose was somewhere around, saw she wasn't then went back to where he originally was, and sat down, pulling out the collapsed Gae Dearg, and started twirling it around his hand: it may have been much much smaller, it still had the the same weight, so he was able to roll it expertly around his hands as he waited, a bland look in his orange eyes.
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Post by Rugs on May 4, 2014 2:02:40 GMT -5
Nieraan prowled the training grounds. He was not officially on duty to teach at the moment, and one of the many groups of students that learned under him—when he was actually at the Temple, anyway—were not officially gathered. In fact, no official training group was meeting, but the grounds were, as always, a hive of activity. He spotted a few of his students as he made a trip ‘round the training grounds, hands held loosely behind his back, dark jacket open over his sleeveless grey shirt. He thought about zipping it up, but couldn’t be bothered — temperatures didn’t bother Nieraan much one way or the other, anyway.
Torrance was sparring a few training circles away, fighting some man who looked to be at least five years his elder. The Kiffar youth had potential. Nieraan knew it. Torrance knew it, and worked doggedly at bettering himself. He wouldn’t be a masterless apprentice for much longer. And in truth, he’d probably make Knight before most of his peers.
Might have brought a tear to Nieraan’s golden eyes, if he were the sort to get emotional over things like that.
More immediately to his front was Rod, who’s clumsy, lazy efforts hadn’t improved since… well, ever as far as Nieraan could tell. The way the boy managed to keep the extraordinary amount of fat on his body from falling away from the desert’s heat and strenuous physical activity, Nieran couldn’t, and probably wouldn’t ever be able to say.
He glanced at a few empty training circles, almost wanting to give himself a test run after a long hyperspace flight back to the ruddy world. He’d been dispatched by Canus to Muunilinst again, to deliver a warning to an aristocrat who thought some secretive deals escaped the Order’s eye. A Sith suddenly appearing in the home in the middle of the night was sure to send a shock, but Canus had commanded that Nieraan stay his blade, so the Firrerreo obliged.
Still, he ached to do something more than walk around. Perhaps he’d find Danica later…
”She needs to hurry!”
Nieraan — and a few other Sith — looked at the source of the sudden outburst. Some man, off by himself about fifteen yards away, twirling a polearm around. Nieraan recognized features that marked the man as one of his own, but didn’t approach him. Instead he called out.
“Or, y’know, you could go find her or somethin’,” he called, voice flat with dry sarcasm. “Surely if she didn’t hear that, she must be hiding! But the rest of us, well…” He shrugged. “Don’t think we can help ya.”
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Post by Ash on May 4, 2014 8:54:59 GMT -5
Lancer looked over at where the fladt, dry, sarcastic voice came from, only to see someone he recognized as his own species, probably around his own age. Probably just a hair older, maybe... possibly... Lancer himself was quite young for his species, and so did this fine gentleman.
Lancer let the twirling of the baton-sized object go behind his back, where it was placed in its special little section he had for it, and sat a rather easygoing smile on his face. His amber eyes, however, were sharp and perceptive as he made to approach the man.
True, I could, except for the point where the one who I am waiting for is getting something done for a Master and im just bored.
Lancer laughed slightly after this, and stopped about three meters from this man. He didn't immediately recognize this man, but then again, he didn't have a very long stay here before he was whisked away from this desert planet... He still wished he was off planet. He hated the desert...
Anyway, friend, Im Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, but if that's too hard to remember, just call me Lancer. I take it you have a name yourself, or is it just, 'You?'
Lancer was the nickname he picked up within the last few years, given to him by the general Sith Military, at least those who he has fought with. He was also proud enough to think that his name has spread around to the general populist as well, as being, to him, one of the only Sith to wield not only a lightsaber pike, but an actual spear, which was the basis of his now Sith name.
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May 4, 2014 21:59:45 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on May 4, 2014 21:59:45 GMT -5
“True, I could, except for the point where the one who I am waiting for is getting something done for a Master and im just bored.”
Nieraan raised a brow. “So you just yell things when you’re bored?” He smirked, flashing a sharp canine. “What an exciting hobby.”
Nieraan studied the other Sith as he approached. Definitely Firrerreo. But still not anyone Nieraan recognized. He let his senses roll out, to feel the man’s presence through the Force. He was quite solidly a Force user, and trained, but the Force didn’t resonate particularly strong through him.
Interesting. Nieraan drew his senses back to their usual state of passive observation of the world around him, but kept his actual attention focused on the man who’d decided to engage him in further conversation.
“Anyway, friend, Im Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, but if that's too hard to remember, just call me Lancer. I take it you have a name yourself, or is it just, 'You?'”
Nieraan rolled his eyes a little. Diarmuid was hardly a difficult name to remember. And he couldn’t bring himself to call the man by the other name, without some jest attached to it. “Diarmuid will suffice,” he said, the ghost of an upwards curve touching the corner of his mouth. “As for me, Nieraan, Aurellius, Lord Aurellius—I don’t really give a damn what you call me.”
A name only held as much power as a person was wiling to allow it—that was what Kamirille, who firmly rejected the traditional Firrerreo belief about names had taught him, and it was one thing he agreed with the abusive woman on rather wholeheartedly. Even his father thought the old belief silly.
“So do you often come to the training yards to yell at no one in particular?” Nieraan shifted his weight slightly to his right leg. The three lightsabers at his belt clattered quietly against each other. “Or is today just a special day in the regimen? Gotta have strong lungs and all that.”
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Post by Ash on May 4, 2014 23:17:19 GMT -5
Diarmuid's orange eyes studied this man, and felt him reach out with the force. It wasn't anything threatening, but he still shielded his mind keeping his thoughts to himself, just in case; he didn't trust anyone around here.
Then he introduced himself, after stating that Diarmuid would suffice. Diarmuid shrugged. He himself pondered as to what he shall call this man, and decided he would keep it simple as well.
In that case, ill just call you Nieraan.
Nieraan asked him if he came to the training yards to yell at no one in particular, of if it was just a special day. He also shifted his weight, and Diarmuid had a feeling it was to make certain note of his three lightsabers. Diarmuid didn't have any traditional lightsabers on him, but he was still well armed.
I think ill go with it being a special day, as its rare for a traveler like me to be here. And strong lungs are needed for a strong warrior. Do you not agree?
Diarmuid smiled, flashing his own sharp canine teeth. There was something about this man that Diarmuid didn't like, but that was generally about everyone, and at least this man alleviated his boredom, so he had that going for him, which was nice. Now if he could just get a better read on this man.
I take it you are someone who is here all the time?
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May 5, 2014 21:34:27 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on May 5, 2014 21:34:27 GMT -5
Nieraan shrugged. A lot of Sith called him Nieraan. A lot called him Aurellius, with the proper title usually affixed before it. He cared little about it, so if Diarmuid would call him by his real name, then so be it.
I think ill go with it being a special day, as its rare for a traveler like me to be here. And strong lungs are needed for a strong warrior. Do you not agree?
"Clearly," Nieraan said flatly, folding his arms across his chest. He stood at ease and was relatively relaxed - he didn't feel the need to show his own superiority, nor did he feel particularly threatened by the other Sith. He just was; even the clanking of his lightsabers had been a byproduct of a simple settling of his weight.
He wasn't sure what to think of Diarmuid yet, in truth. He was odd, surely. Whether that meant he was a character or someone to be treated like the Noghri remained to be seen.
I take it you are someone who is here all the time?"
Nieraan shrugged. "Oh, I dunno," he said. A more impassioned Sith might have taken some sort of offense at the the question. But Nieraan was in the Sith only for the shelter the Order provided from outside forces that wanted to shape his life. Korriban was one of the few places he was safe from Kamirille, at least so far.
He'd not just idly sat around after joining the order, of course. In roughly a year and a half, he'd carved out a position of power for himself, rocketing from a lowly Initiate to his current status as a Sith Lord. His skill at assassinations and quieting unruly aristocrats - a task he enjoyed particularly well, given his street urchin roots - his accomplishments on the battlefield, even his care in making sure that the sensitive matters of a certain Darth were taken care of in secret; all of these had played a role in his upward mobility, despite his apparent lack of respect for the Order's command structure.
But just as important, perhaps, was his time in the practice yards. Kamirille had been brutal in her training, but his strength was testament to her effectiveness. Nieraan strove to be as efficient, if not quite as brutal with his students, and results were already becoming apparent.
He felt a tremor of dismay from Rod as the fat fool likely did something studpid, like trip over himself.
In most of them, anyway.
But if the Temple was Nieraan's home, and it was, beyond outside perhaps the Nyoka, the training yards were his domain.
"A little bit, I guess," he said sarcastically. "Just train a few of the welps every now and then." He smiled a half-smile, a coldy-dangerous thing. "Or look for a little action myself. Depends on the day."
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Post by Ash on May 6, 2014 20:57:55 GMT -5
Hmm... This man here, Nierran, was quite the sarcastic one, wasn't he. Not very strait forward, but to each his own. Diarmuid also had his own sarcasm, so he couldn't really beat on the guy.
Now the second part of what Nierran said caught his attention, however Diarmuid didn't act on it. He mentally reassessed the distance between them, a habit had for... he didn't even know how long.
Training a few welps every now and then... I hope that the fat one over there isn't yours... Tuk'ata food right there. His partner looks horrible as well. Just an awful form. His teacher must be a mess of a Sith.
Diarmuid nodded in the general direction of the fat one and his partner he saw, and kinda have been watching. He had spent plenty of time in this place: he himself was even thinking of heading off to one of the temples just to see what creatures now lurked there, but he would wait here for his acting apprentice. Finally, he decided to turn around, and started to walk away, heading back to where he was previously.
Anyway, have fun looking for someone to fight, if your looking for action. Im sure these guys get boring after a while. Come find me if you do want some fun, Sithie Trainer.
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Post by Rugs on May 13, 2014 18:29:34 GMT -5
Nieraan shrugged at Diarmund's apparent attempt to get under his skin by criticizing Rod. What the fellow didn't know, obviously, was that Nieraan quite nearly hated the fat apprentice and likely would've already killed him the effort would have been worth whatever trouble it'd get him into with Renata. Irreverent he may have been, but that didn't mean he felt like getting chewed out for killing a student when a Republic cannon could do the same just as well.
As for the Sith Rod was sparring—if you could really call the boy's helpless flailing that — against, well, they weren't Nieraan's, and as such he felt little responsibility to care.
“You'll have to try a little harder, but I appreciate the effort,” Nieraan said, cracking a toothy smile. “At least someone here has some gumption.”
Meanwhile, the other Sith seemed to decide he'd had enough standing around and turned to walk away. Nieraan shrugged, interest fading, and started to turn to go back to what he was doing. But as he turned, he felt the slightest shift in the other Sith's presence and paused, waiting for the words to come.
Anyway, have fun looking for someone to fight, if your looking for action. Im sure these guys get boring after a while. Come find me if you do want some fun, Sithie Trainer.
Nieraan might have laughed, but he shook his head instead, a slight one-side smile touching his lips. “There's not a person in this yard who'd be able to keep up with me for long, friend,” he said. It was an insult of sorts, but broadly spoken. “If you want to learn I can teach you a thing or two, otherwise, I doubt you're worth my time.”
Part of him hoped the other Firrerreo would rise to the not-so-subtle challenge. But the onus for that was on the other man.
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Post by Ash on May 15, 2014 23:22:25 GMT -5
Diarmuid froze mid-step, turning around slowly to face the fellow Sith. Diarmuid may not be the best fighter around, as hard as he worked for it, but he sure as hell was fast, if Nieraan was truly insulting his speed. Diarmuid let out a slow, almost predatory smile as he began to walk back to the other Firrerreo.
Hey now, give a man some credit. I'm not exactly a initiate around here
Diarmuid resisted the urge to take out and extend Gae Dearg, which was nicely collapsed on his back: obvious against the dark teal of his outfit. His smile shrunk just enough to hide his teeth, but his eyes narrowed considerably over the orange that made them up. He also took on a smoother swagger.
If you're looking for a challenge, then you found the right Knight, friend.
Diarmuid turned slightly, his left side going closer to Nieraan, and his left arm held out slightly, ready to eject Gae Buidhe if needed. But for now, he would rely on Gae Dearg in a fight. He should save his hidden weapon for now.
So what will it be, buddy?
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Post by Rugs on May 16, 2014 17:32:14 GMT -5
It seemed the other Firrerreo would rise to the occassion. Nieraan felt a tremor of interst in his belly, but remained steady. After all, he still didn't know if this Diarmuid would be worth his time.
Hey now, give a man some credit. I'm not exactly a initiate around here.
"I'd hope so," Nieraan answered plainly, sounding bored. "Otherwise you wouldn't have a hope. Now you might have a prayer..." Nieraan had yet to turn his back from the man; he still regarded Diarmuid from the corner of an eye, looking back over his shoulder. Still, even if his posture was aloof and relaxed, his senses were alert, his mind active.
"If you're looking for a challenge, then you found the right Knight, friend. So what will it be, buddy?"
Nieraan scoffed, nearly rolling his eyes. "All talk and no action bore me, Diarmuid," he said, shrugging. "If you want to fight me, you'd best prove your worth the effort it takes to turn around and put you down." He huffed a chuckle and smiled, revealing a pointed canine. "Otherwise, you're wasting my time."
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Post by Apillis on May 19, 2014 4:04:48 GMT -5
Quiet. Silent.
Falling into the pensiveness of one's own mind's eye to see introspectively just a little bit more of themselves--often times it is more than they would like to see. And often in these moments of self-reflection what one sees is their own inadequacies, flaws, and faults. It was no different for Vaaz, during her marathon levels of meditations it was often her inner-self that forced her to view them no matter how loathe she was to do so.
But there are certain realities one simply must concede to if they are to better themselves. And for Vaaz at times it was easier to address what she viewed as much her more superficial short-comings, which lay within her martial prowess. That primarily being her ability at lightsaber form and technique. There was no denying it, her ability with wielding a lightsaber was dismal for one of her rank, for her skill was still the level of when she was a padawan. For years she honed her expertise in wielding a sword and knives, crushing and breaking bone with the Force, tapping into the unending power of the dark side, and her ever extensive study into political acumen and statesmanship. But her ability at wielding a lightsaber, it never progressed much beyond that of when she was a mere padawan so many years ago it is largely a distant memory to her.
Which in turn lead her to the training grounds from time to time, doing simple standard lightsaber practice routines. Oft she turns to the other masters for instruction, or she turns to Vesperia who had somewhat taken her under her wing. Once again, seeking instruction from one of the masters at the training grounds. She headed there with a poised, dignified elegance of reservation and grace.
Dressed in her black robes that covers her completely from the neck down, long sleeved black gloves that reach up to her biceps, the long wide sleeves of her robe flowing right over the lengths of her gloves. With her dark robes she wore a hooded black blindfold covering her brunette hair and much of her lovely visage with exception to her nose and the lower half of her face--in fact with that entire outfit it was the only bit of skin one could see of her. Her utility belt and sheathed blade worn over her robes around her slim waist, though she seems to have no visible lightsaber on her person.
When she reached the training grounds, she was pleasantly surprised to see Aurellius there in spite of being aware he is one of the instructors. Crossing the grounds to meet him to inquire about a possible lesson, and with a collected and even placid tone she simply uttered, "My Lord--", to get his attention, but it was then she noticed another there he seemed to be in conversation with. And thereby held her tongue out of simple respectable etiquette, for it is disrespectful to intrude upon a Sith Lord's conversation as one of lesser rank, "I apologize, my Lord.", she spoke with a respectable tone, and took a couple steps backward to stand aside.
She stood aside in silence, for now at least until the Sith Lord addressed her. Following a respectful social protocol and conduct with her betters. It was an adherence to etiquette and nuance, giving regard to status and the power of those in their station yield in order to learn from them... and later knock them aside when their use and knowledge has been spent and usurp their place. Most silly Sith charge blindly forward, instigating whatever challenge they can find, and they tend to wind up dead. The wise exercise patience, observe, and learn--consolidating their accumulated knowledge to reach into the unending generosity of the dark side granting the truly intelligent its power to eclipse its other half--the light.
But from appearances as it stood, it seemed as though someone was challenging the Sith Lord in another classic Sith p$#&ing contest. And while Vaaz remained in her silence and dignified poised standing aside out of the Sith Lord's way as he spoke with what she assumed to be another Sith Knight from what she could see and feel within the Force, such challenges never really impressed her. And seldom did she ever truly see the point. Slaying the proven stagnant and unworthy was in perfect clarity to her, but challenging another to the death just to discover their quality, oft she viewed as being no different than feeling about blindly, and where was the wisdom in that?
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Post by Ash on May 20, 2014 18:49:14 GMT -5
Dairmuid let our a small, quiet laugh at Nieraan's words. Usually he refrained from making the first strike, but sometimes, like how it seemed now, he was the instigator. Diarmuid reached behind his back and grabbed his collapsed spear, where, with a touch of the force and a spin of his wrist, went to its full 2 meters in length. It was a little longer than a lightsaber pike, but worked perfectly for Diarmuid.
Now he was curious about how he should attack this man. Ultimately, in the span of half a second, Diarmuid decided that he should keep his distance: Spears had a lot more reach than lightsabers did, and were always thought to be less than any sword. Diarmuid's survival to this point showed that to be nil.
Diarmuid left out most of his killing intent: as the Sith always needed their members, and he wasn't striking to kill. Diarmuid transitioned his spear in his right hand to the front of his body, leveled it out, and moved to jab it right into the man's chest, but stopped his movements and took a step back when he heard a woman's voice.
Seems as if you got someone needs you.
Diarmuid held his spear now in his right hand, half shaft and tip pointed towards the ground. He didn't look at this new woman, but kept open to the force, just in case: his eyes, however, remained on the fellow before him. Diarmuid was no longer aggressive.
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Post by Rugs on May 26, 2014 9:27:32 GMT -5
Nieraan still stood with his back turned to Diarmuid, still waiting for the first strike to come. The Knight took his time about it, but Nieraan felt the intent to strike building in the man. No intent to kill, of course, and why should there be? It was just a spar, though whether friendly or not was to be determined.
Still, Nieraan smirked, even as Diarmuid readied his weapon to strike. He wasn’t unaware of the other’s presence approaching, nor was he unaware of Diarmuid’s wavering attention.
The blow strike fell off before it could even begin. How disappointing.
”Seems as if you got someone needs you.”
“I’m aware of our guest,” Nieraan said with a sidelong glance at Vaaz from the corner of his yellow eye. He didn’t know precisely what she wanted, but she hovered near enough to indicate she wanted one of them — him, from her greeting — but far enough to not interrupt their business.
“Though I’m disappointed in you, Diarmuid. Big talk, and you can’t even carry a strike through because someone came wandering up to us.” Finally he turned around to face both Diarmuid and the new girl, a sanguine smile touching his lips. “I’d hoped you could do better than that.”
Nieraan looked to Vaaz, motioning jovially to her. “Vaaz, tell me, what’s the importance of our focus in battle, hm? Is it a thing to keep or do we let it wander as it will, like a newborn Kath?”
A shock of electricity leapt from Nieraan’s fingertips to the ground before Diarmuid’s feet, scoring the rock and tinting the air with the smell of ozone. He looked at Diarmuid, still smirking, the challenge clear even as he spoke to Vaaz again. “Come on now. Let’s see if the Kath pup at least has any teeth.”
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Post by Apillis on May 26, 2014 16:45:57 GMT -5
Vaaz stood quietly, she may be blind but she could see far better than most with her blind eyes inherited to her through her mother's blood. Her standing their was almost like a statue in a way, never turn her head, and with her eyes covered by her hooded blindfold it appeared as though she never even moved her eyes, either. But then again, she seldom ever did anyway, why would a blind person ever need to turn their gaze, or that matter a half-breed of a species born without eyes with the ability of Force Sight ever does so?
A cold and emotionless figure standing off to the side in silence. Watching the two begin to square off--but with her sight, she did not see them as their outer shells presented them. She saw them through the Force, as they were, seeing the shifting hues of nonchalance and amusement within the darkening core of Aurellius. Whereas his 'opponent' she saw the shades of arrogance and misdirected ambition oft seen in many young Sith as their colors are still learning to darken whilst still attempting to shut the light that is remaining within them--as is with all Initiates and Knights, some more than others. But then she saw the shift of coloring of hesitance within the Sith Knight, it was because of her presence. Which made her arch a brow under that black hooded blindfold of hers.
When Aurellius addressed her with his question, she canted her head a little, "Efficiently eliminating the target to move onto the next objective", she answered coldly, the answer was always clear for her, there was always another task to be done thus the objective before her needed to be taken care of efficiently so it may never be an issue again, so her focus can be diverted to the next task with her fullest attention. The same stood for battle for her, the willy-nilly fannying about in any thing, even battle made no logical sense to her. But in addressing the second question, she answered, "Keeping it would mean taking responsibility for it, letting it wander is only advantageous if it manages to learn its way on its own. Either case has its hazards. Whether in either case it is worth it is in the eye of the beholder... I'm not much of a pet owner myself. Messy."
With Aurellius' following statement she canted her head once again. The following split second, she abruptly throw her right hand out in the Sith Knight's direction, and out from her billowy right sleeve of her black robes a lightsaber hilt flew out igniting with a brilliant red beam spinning like a buzzsaw right for the Sith Knight with great speed and power behind it only an expert in telekinetics could generate. Regardless of what the young Sith Knight did in reaction to it to defend myself, it was but a distraction for her immediate follow up as she thrust her left hand directly at him unleashing a telekinetic wave to strike his person.
In the next instant her lightsaber hilt being caught in her right hand, she remarked in a deadpan monotone, "Or was this to be a lightsaber instruction, my Lord?"
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May 30, 2014 9:34:26 GMT -5
Post by Ash on May 30, 2014 9:34:26 GMT -5
Diarmuid cracked a sly grin at Nierran's words, but Diar wasn't one to be easily intimidated by any action. The man before him sent out a rush of lighting towards the spearman's feat, but Diar didn't move an inch.
He was only half ready for the strikes to come at his flank. He twirled his staff and body in opposing directions, knocking the flying lightsaber away as he himself went to the right, somewhat putting Nierran between him and the new woman, though he did feel the strong telekinetic wave rock his body. He managed to plant his feet so he wasn't thrown away, so he was good.
Diarmuid twirled his spear around his body, left to right behind his back, and stepped forward with his right food, sending his spear out that way as well, using only one hand to guide it as it shot out like a bullet aiming for Nieraan's head. Diar was close enough for it to hit at half shaft out, but he had his hand ready to grab and move at any moment: he was going to grab the shaft at 3/4 shaft, and yank it back for another attack, unless Nieraan moved or tried to knock it away.
((Sorry for it being short and probably crappy. I haven't had much inspiration to post these days...))
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Jun 3, 2014 19:54:00 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Jun 3, 2014 19:54:00 GMT -5
Nieraan cracked a smile at Vaaz's responses. At least someone understood, apparently unlike his Firrerreo friend. It was a shame, but Nieraan wasn't going to lecture - he never did.
His way was far more practical.
Diarmuid would learn, or he would be humiliated. That, Nieraan decided, was the least he could muster for one of his people, deserved or not. But Vaaz too had come to learn and it seemed she decided to take matters into her own hands.
Nieraan stepped aside as his senses warned that she was stirring to action. He stepped again beyond the range of Diarmuids maneuver, well aware of what the Knight was trying to do as Vaaz's push with the Force roared past them, tearing up dust and loose rock in its wake. A set of pillars, freestanding things left from past Orders that rose from the dusty ground like crooked, broken fingers groaned and shifted as the blast of power swept by, but did not fall. Nieraan was thankful for that at least - he used those things for climbing and other exercises fairly regularly.
Those things are heavy, he thought with a half-smile as he quickly regarded Vaaz from the corner of his eye. She's no pushover.
His attention snapped back to Diarmuid as the Knight approached, twirling his spear around behind his body to build the momentum necessary to attack. Nieraan smirked subtly. He wasn't unfamiliar with polearms - he'd had a bit of practice with a simple staff before he learned to wield a double-bladed lightsaber - so he suspected what Diarmuid was up to.
Even if he hadn't, he was efficent enough a fighter to take advantage of Diarmuid's stroke, big and clumsy as it was. The Sith took a step forward, putting his weight behind the thrust that rocketed out at where Nieraan's head might have been, if he'd decided to just stand idly by and let the blow come unchallenged.
But that wasn't how Nieraan fought.
A saber, green as Dantooine's rolling hills, slapped to his palm with a sharp tug of the Force and steamed to life as his arm moved forward. He ducked slightly under and inside the spear's path as he stepped into Diamuid's attack. Nieraan used the Knight's forward momentum and commitment to his attack against him as his emerald blade slashed out in a sharp one-handed horizontal cut at the chest. It would sting if it hit, but little more; the weapon was already on its training setting.
He lifted his left arm as he struck out, pressing the durasteel bracer on the outside of his jacket's forearm to ensure Diarmuid's weapon stayed safely away.
The stroke served two purposes: a warning to Diarmuid not to take Nieraan lightly and as proof positive that a spear's length itself couldn't be a saving grace against someone who knew to move within the weapon's guard.
As the swipe of his blade completed, NIeraan retreated, using his slight crouch to spring to a short hop back to move out of range.
"Oh yes," he said to Vaaz though his eyes were on Diarmuid, saber still at the ready, "we will learn about lightsabers today. Tell me, what do you know of big, loud attacks, Vaaz? They can be risky..."
He stepped forward slightly toward Diarumuid, raising his blade, and winked at the man. "No?"
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Jun 9, 2014 13:47:03 GMT -5
Post by Ash on Jun 9, 2014 13:47:03 GMT -5
Diarmuid cracked a small smile as Nieraan moved to step into his attack, a lightsaber popping into the other's hand. Diarmuid let his lead food drop slightly, lowering his center of gravity, then bought his rear foot outward, using the force as well to move his body spinning sideways and away from the blade, even as he touched the tip of it with the force to change that to intercept the green blade. Then Diarmuid was safely away from the other Sith, who was also hopping away. Nieraan was saying something about loud attacks, and that they can be risky. True, they could be, but they were also good for drawing an opponent in close when they countered. What thrilled Diarmuid about a fight is one never knew what the other was hiding up their sleeves. I thought you had me there. I was almost scared for a second.Diarmuid chuckled as he held Gae Dearg in his right hand, point pointed to the ground. Lightsabers? I though this would be more something on teatime etiquette. This might be a good day yet, friends.((OH MUSE! COME BACK TO ME!! I am sorry for it being a bad and short post. ))
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Jul 16, 2014 20:56:30 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Jul 16, 2014 20:56:30 GMT -5
"If I'd been doing more than a simple counter, there'd be no 'almost,'" Nieraan remarked idly. The viridian blade hummed loudly as he raised his blade to a one-handed half ready position. "But don't say I never did nothin' for ya, pal."
Nieraan allowed his focus to shift to Diarmuid, watching the way he moved, the way he held his weapon. A lot could be garnered from an initial attack, but no... He'd reserve judgement for the time being.
"So what do you think Lancy?" he asked, stepping toward the fellow. "Just a little spar, one on one." He smriked, exposing a pointed fang. "You seem to be a confident fella, after all, and teaching the children gets so boring after a while."
As he came close, he probed it with one strike, high, across the torso, then another, low, right below the knees. Both were lazy, simple things, more accent to his words than any real strike with malicious intent. If Diarmuid had even half a brain, there wouldn't be any problem blocking or evading them.
Nieraan flexed his freehand's fingers as lightning briefly crackled along them. "Besides, too rare to see one of my own here." He grinned again, yellow eyes glinting dangerously. "Might even learn you a thing or two. If you're up to the challenge, that is."
[Apillis can feel free to come back in wheneves, if you want :X just wanting to scoot things along agian]
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Jul 18, 2014 3:37:12 GMT -5
Post by Ash on Jul 18, 2014 3:37:12 GMT -5
Diarmuid kept a sly smile smile on his face, an air of confidence around him, even as Nieraan closed in with a few probing strikes. They were easily dodged, and Diarmuid took a step back, slowly readying himself.
Cute lightning trick, Neiry. You should also tone down the creepyness... It doesn't do a man well.
Diarmuid's orange eyes narrowed slightly, his smiling growing ever so slightly as he looked at the man before him.
((Sorry, im still not really feeling it...))
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Aug 27, 2014 0:07:08 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Aug 27, 2014 0:07:08 GMT -5
(I dooooo need more to reply to, bud xD Gotta have something to play off of x3)
Nieraan shifted his weight forward, coming to rest comfortably from his casual strokes. "I don't think I need advice from you on what's becoming, friend,," he stressed the word just so, with a weight that implied sarcasm, even if the word didn't drip in it. "Nor your advice on what is and isn't creepy..."
That, he allowed to hang without further comment, though a subtle amusement played at the edges of his presence. "Anyway, do you intend to put your earlier talk to work," he said, cocking his head to the side, "or was I correct all along in assuming that you're hot air and little more?"
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