The Lancer and the Trainer (Rugsbro)

[Ash]

Diarmuid simply shrugged, his spear now making a slow double helix around his body as his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Diarmuid wasn't one who was easily goaded into making a rash attack.

I hope you don't always make assumptions.

Diarmuid took a small step forward, then brought the pointy end of his spear down towards Nieraan's left shoulder, which quite a bit of centrifugal power behind it. He was far enough away from the other man that he would be hard pressed to mount a counter attack directly. Of course, Diarmuid wasn't much going for a killing strike. Diarmuid maintained a calm face as he started to perform his movements and attacks.

[Rugs]

"I'll assume what I please," Nieraan said, a small half-smile exposing one of his fangs as Diarmuid drew near, "until I find reason to do otherwise."

His opponent's zipped down at his shoulder. Nieraan turned aside, neatly avoiding the blow, then the next and the next as the Sith began a series of strikes. Nieraan's senses sang to him as he felt the battle flow through the Force. "Do give me reason, friend," he jeered as he reached out and grabbed the smooth metal weapon, halting the attacks with a firm grip about a third of the way up the shaft. "Because you've been rather boring so far."

Lightning flared around his hand, then shot up the shaft toward Diarmuid as Nieraan loosed some of his power into the weapon toward the wielder, before letting go with a crooked smile.