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Mar 8, 2016 17:19:55 GMT -5
Post by NitroGatsby on Mar 8, 2016 17:19:55 GMT -5
Relief. Sweet relief. Rennek uncoiled on the floor as all strength seemed to return to him in an instantaneous flood. He remained on the floor as his opponent taunted him. He blinked rapidly, his senses taking in all that he could. He was face down, his gaze not on his opponent, but he could hear and feel her approach. He heard the dull hum of the blades as they flourished, and his moment had come. He sprang to his feet, bringing his own reignited saber up to perry her downward strike. He fought for his life, all allegiance gone. He had become a frightened animal, fighting only to keep himself whole, and alive.
He parried the strike then swung wildly, form all but gone, trying to inflict pain on the Sith. Hatred flooded from his heart to his fingertips. He pushed forward, swinging aggressively.
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Mar 8, 2016 18:06:18 GMT -5
Post by Fox on Mar 8, 2016 18:06:18 GMT -5
Remarkably, Rennek took to his feet in time to deflect the oncoming strike. As he seemed to return to lucidity, Sicaria could see the anger and rage building in his face. She could feel it in his strikes, see it in his form, sense it through the force. He lashed out and attacked in a berserk fury, the finesse of his clear Ataru training all but gone as he lashed out. Each blow carried more weight than the last and, while Lady Sicaria could feel that he indeed grew physically stronger, forsaking his style and training was doing him no favors and all but negated the burst of power his aggression and adrenaline provided him.
The double saber whirled like a light show at a night club, meeting Rennek's every attack with ease, moving with grace and fluidity. One by one she fended off the strikes of her opponent, a sly grin still prominent on her face. "Your anger is wild, your aggression unfocused, your fury wasted." Her own parries became more aggressive, attempting to push him back. The force began to bolster the muscles in her arms and legs, granting her a level of strength she normally could not achieve. While nothing remarkable, it became enough to go toe-to-toe with the rage-induced Rennek, keeping her ground.
Seeing a gap in his onslaught, Sicaria took the first chance she could. Her saber blocked another strike and she quickly adjusted her grip to allow the second blade to take the forefront, hopefully bypassing his own guard and grazing his face.
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Mar 13, 2016 20:13:38 GMT -5
Post by NitroGatsby on Mar 13, 2016 20:13:38 GMT -5
((Sorry for the delay, I wanted to make sure my muse was in full force for his "immolation scene". I felt this was a powerful part of their storyline and really wanted to do it justice.))
Rage flowed through every fiber of the dark Jedi as he pushed forward, bolstered with every blocked strike. Deep inside he knew he would never win the fight, but he kept swinging anyway. The familiar noise of the blades meeting in the air consumer him. His eyes widened in a mad fury as he brought the blade up over his head, and swung down on Sicaria. He had left himself exposed and he knew it, but he didn't care. It was only a matter of time before the Sith bested him, he was merely fighting for time, for the sake of stalling the inevitable. He brought his blade down, and felt it from the blade to his shoulder.
The violet blade shot off to his left side, both hands still firmly on the blade, and Rennek could only watch in the split second as the second crimson blade came at his face. Nothing in his life would have prepared him for what was next. He tried to throw himself back, but ultimately, his fate had been sealed. His jaw became searingly hot, and soon his face followed. His hands released the hilt, and the blade retracted, bouncing off the metal of the balcony, and falling down, landing on the ground before rolling over and stopping resting oddly against the two cloaks that lay on the floor of the alleyway.
Rennek screamed from some deep, disgusting place down inside himself. His hands flew to his face, grasping at the massive cleave in his jaw. The pain began to swirl the world around him, as he dropped to his knees, almost unable to breath. His hands covered the burned off tissue in the wound that, due to his own momentum falling forward at the blade, went through his jaw, cleaving it in two, and reached up and across his face, causing a gash that started on the lower left and that ended about an inch and a half above his right eye. His nose was mangled, but not destroyed and his eye was oddly untouched, as though the depth of his eye socket caused the blade to break contact and skip over the actual eyeball, like a tornado and a valley.
He was disfigured, mangled and in pain. His world was spinning as he fell to his knees. He gasped out before his eyes rolled back in his head and he reeled and fell onto his back, whimpering as he curled into a fetal position. His conscious thoughts had all but gone from his body, save the singular thought that he wanted the forced pain she had inflicted earlier to this knew one. He moaned and whimpered, unable to conjure tears, but still pathetic and weak none-the-less.
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Mar 14, 2016 15:15:51 GMT -5
Post by Fox on Mar 14, 2016 15:15:51 GMT -5
With a flash and a scream, the melee was brought to a screeching halt. The violet light in the alley was extinguished and left only the menacing crimson glow of the sith's saber to illuminate the area. Rennek's hands shot to his face as he bellowed in both pain and horror, dropping to his knees. The tip of Sicaria's saber had clipped him pretty good, but he would live. If she were anyone else, this fight would seriously be over right here as the male's aggression had caused him to completely let his guard down. He'd be dead right here and now if that was her goal. Fortunately for the Dark Jedi, this was not her intention. In fact, some might even argue that the fate she had chosen for him was far worse.
"Think on that pain. Revel in it. Remember it." Her voice glided through the air and danced around Rennek's ears like sweet, soothing music in his time of agony, the force weaving its way into every word. Though her skill wasn't enough to fully influence the mind of one so sensitive to the force as another Jedi, it was likely enough to help someone already broken down. "Everything you feel - everything you are, is wasted. So much raw potential. Unfocused. Unguided." The blades of her lightsaber extinguished but she kept the hilt in her grip, ready to ignite it once again if he tried anything funny.
"I offer you help. I offer you strength. I offer you not a remedy for the pain that you feel, but an end to it; the power to make sure that it will never happen again." Though as her voice reached his ears, she knew her message had not been heard as she felt consciousness leave his body. She had intended on baiting him into submitting, but this was just as good.
As she stepped over his body, she returned the hilt of her saber to her belt and extended her hand with her palm towards the ground, lifting Rennek's own saber with the force and securing it upon her belt as well. A quick pat down relieved him of any other useful items he may have been carrying; anything that could aid in his escape when he regained consciousness. Again the force bolstered her muscles as she hoisted her captive onto her shoulder, descending from the balcony, procuring their cloaks, and fleeing the scene in the shadows.
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