Walking with Darkness(Cad)

[Jazen]

The chattering of the marketplace overtook any other noise around Jazen so much that he just barely moved out of the way of a passing speeder. Ignoring the driver as he shouted something in Rodian at him, Jazen shook his head to clear it of distractions, so as to not repeat the mistake. Letting the slight disorientation that came with it pass, Jazen looked across the plaza at the various stores on the opposite side. His eyes lingered on a store labeled as a guide of tourists and making sure he could cross this time without getting hit, he started for it. As he made the journey across the ever busy plaza, Jazen let his mind wander to why he was even here in the first place.

About two days ago, while doing his usual exploration of the Coruscants upper levels, he had come across two men speaking about a rumor they heard. Something about strange cloaked men who were appearing on planets in the Mid Rim. Of the two, the one who was smaller appeared to have the details on the rumors, so Jazen performed a basic mind trick on him to get those details. Of the planet's the man had listed, only the planet of Naboo was part of the Galactic Alliance. The man had also said one more thing about the cloaked figures - they could do things like Jedi but had used it in a more brutal way.

This made Jazen curious to the matter, for the only kind of person who would use the Force in such a way would be a Sith. Or a Jedi on his way to becoming one. And so Jazen found himself on Naboo, investigating the rumor in the hopes that it was truly only that. The possibility of Sith having breached this far into the system would be foul news indeed if it was proven true. For if they had been able to get this far in without detection, then who knows how far they could really go. His mind drifted back to the mission on Umgul, on how they had almost died against Dark Jedi, on how he had acted in response. Maybe his real reason for being here was to confront what he might become if he let that side of him out again.

So lost in his thoughts about the matter, Jazen almost walked right past the tourist booth. Stopping himself, Jazen went inside, focusing on the balding man behind the counter. Despite his appearance, Jazen could feel how happy he was and that only increased when he saw Jazen. Moving up to the man, Jazen had only one question to ask.

"Hi there. Has there been any strange people passing through her lately? One's that could do things that were out of the ordinary?"

The man rose an eyebrow at Jazen, and Jazen cast a childish grin back at him.

"That person is important to me and I just want to make sure their alright is all. So, have you seen anyone like that?"

As he spoke that last question, Jazen swept his fingers sideways, implying a Mind Trick on the man. For a moment, it looked like it wouldn't work. But then the man's expression lightened and he hovered off to speak.

"Yea, matter of fact. Couple of days ago. Some guy all hooded and robed. Didn't really do anything strange, but everyone that approached him got away really fast and he was asking strange questions. And looking for people. But that's all I know. So, what else can I tell ya about this lovely planet we got here?"

Jazen thanked the man for the info, then purchased a map of the city. Stepping back out into the light, Jazen looked at the hundreds of people moving about. Searching for one person among them would be extremely difficult. Then an idea struck him. Closing his eyes, Jazen expanded his presence in the Force, lighting him up to any person with even the slightest Force sensitivity. If there was a Sith here, he wouldn't be able to miss Jazen now.

[Cadyren]

Cadyren had been in the city for a few days now, though he had been on the planet for weeks. He wanted to show the Sith Masters that he was skilled and powerful despite his age, and that he was capable of taking care of himself. He decided that the best way to do this was to go into Repblic space and cause a little havoc, a dead governor of one small city there, the destruction of a militia base there. It would take some time, there was no doubt about it, but he beleived hismelf capable enough to get the job done. This had led him into the Mid Rim, and the planet Naboo, which was surprisingly easy for a young boy trying to escape the oppression of the Sith Empire.

Of course every once in awhile someone might check his bag and inguire on the many pieces of scrap metal in his bag, or the dark robes he wore, but they were easily silenced. Most of the time the offical story would be 'death by oxygen prevention through unknowns means", as he would choke someone to death Telekineticly and seeing as there would be no sign of his finger prints on the persons neck, they had no idea what had happened. Of course some people would figure it out, but he was long gone by the time they told anyone. This of course led to rumors of Sith infiltration and such, which was accurate enough, though he wasn't so sure that there were more Sith then just him running around Republic space.

He had tried to stay away from most of the larger routes, sticking to the Outer Rim as much as he could to avoid detection before he even got to Naboo, which had few . He had stopped by Tatooine on his alst stop to see his Jedi masters final resting place, as well as Elain's. He apologized to them, saying that it was his fault they were dead, he hadn't been strong enough to save them and they had suffered for it. He then promised them that he would become stronger, and that no one he cared about would ever end up like them, the last part was more of a promise to himself then then dead jedi or dead lover, but he intended on keeping it.

For the past few weeks since arriving on the planet he was trying to figure out where all the important people lived, the Senator, the Queen, the Governor of each city. He of course didn't intend on killing any of the big game, like the Queen or Senator, but the Governor of a small city was someone he could kill, if someone would actually know where the man lived. It seemed that no one had any idea where their Governor lived, but then they had no reason to really, I mean it's not like they were planning on killing him.

This day was like just about evey other day, it was really rather ridiculus that he couldn't find out where the man lived. I guess I'll have to wait for some big celebration or something to happen before I can see this mans face with my own eyes, instead of on some holoprojection. Cadyren thought to hismelf as he walked through the crowd, then he felt something, a disturbance in the Force. He opened his senses and found that there was another Force user here, and it definetly wasn't another Sith. He beganto pick up his pace, heading for a shop that had closed down recently, if this Jedi was looking for a fight he definetly didn't want to do it in public and have there be real evidence that a Sith was in the Mid Rim. He walked around the entrance and used the Force to unlock the door and open it.

The room was dark, the windows had been boarded up, meaning none of the people outside could see Cadyren walking through the shop, checking it out. There was a display case next to the cash register, as well as four racks that stood in the center of the room. On the wall next to the one with the entracnce was a door that ed to the staircase, which led to the second story, which probably served as the home of those who used to live there. There was dust on the ground and comb webs on the ceiling, the yellow paint on the walls was beginning to come off and you could see the metal walls it had painted over. He closed the door behind him and the room was cast into darkness, impossible for one to see with there eyes.

Cadyren opened himself to the Force, as well as to the rage that he felt at all times since the death of nearly everyone he cared about. Thoughts of Elain and his master went into his head, and ones of his brother, the one who had started his suffering. His rage built up inside him until he felt he was about to explode, but he couldn't let it, not yet. He stood in the center of the room and waited for the Jedi to enter, planning out how he would kill him. His Lightsaber was in his left hand, and he looked at it for a moment, I told you that you would get to kill again soon my dear, now let's kill this fool, he will not stop me from proving myself to the Masters.

Cadyren smiled and twisted the saber in his hand, waiting for the Jedi to enter the room. He could sense him in the Force, and knew that this would be a good fight. Finally he would be fighting someone at a similiar skill level, not someone who was more powerful like his brother, or weaker like his brother's acolytes. he dropped his cloak to the ground at his feet, ingoring the noise it made as it thudded on the ground. He began to pace back in forth, looking frothe back door to the front, not sure which one the Jedi would enter from. If he wasn't sure if he could beat Cadyren then he might go through the front, so that everyone would know that there was something going on in there, though he might just go in through there anyway if the door was closest and he didn't care if anybody saw him. If the Jedi wanted to keep the business quiet or didn't want anyone to interefere he might go through the back as well. It didn't really amtter to Cadyren other then the fact that he ahd to keep his eyes on both doors, so the Jedi didn't surprise him by busting through the one he wasn't looking at.

[Jazen]

Sitting on a bench just outside of the busy marketplace, Jazen sat cross legged on it, his eyes closed. Here, away from the loud and busying market, was he able to focus entirely on his task. After leaving the tourist place, Jazen had moved about the market, asking people who radiated concern or unrest about any events that had occurred as of late. He had mostly run into dead ends, as the unrest came from problems of their own. But one or two people had yielded him with results that were satisfactory. Several people over the past few weeks, not days, had died of causes that the planet's doctors couldn't pinpoint. As far as they could tell, they had suffocated but there were no marking's on the neck nor did the people have a virus or disease that would cause it. While a toxin that was undetectable was possible, Jazen had opened himself to all the possibilities and one of them had been that they had been choked with the Force.

Letting the calm surge over him, Jazen took a moment to survey the Naboo's architecture. The buildings were interlaced, making one building often connected to the one beside it, creating a unified look. To his back lay a view of the lush green fields that covered much of Naboo. Everything here, minus certain areas, was peaceful. Not like the always in motion Coruscant or the foul places like Umgul where Jazen had been recently. A sense of calm and security flooded from the people of this planet and it relaxed the tension within Jazen. He'd have to inquire to his master about coming here as well; he needed the peace almost as much as Jazen did. And it would be a small start in repaying his master for stopping his actions in their last mission.

Suddenly, he felt something. Small at first, but it was definitely someone using the Force for something. Then he felt him. Like Jazen had done, the man lit himself up in the Force. However, he was currently his polar opposite. Whereas Jazen was calm and at peace, he was like a bomb waiting to explode, hate pouring off him so strongly that Jazen could swear he was in front of him. Leaping to his feet, Jazen started off towards the source, focusing his mind on the task at hand. His enemy knew he was here and since he had burst his presence into the Force, was probably waiting for him. As Jazen rushed to meet his foe, he went over the implications of finding the man. Sith had come this far into the Rim. Logically, he should find a way to make contact with Coruscant, with his master, to report it. But he might be dismissed without evidence to prove his story. And he wanted to test if he could handle himself the next time they went into a larger scale battle with the Sith. So Jazen pushed logic aside and decided to handle this, at least for the moment, himself.

Arriving at a shop that had been closed down, recently from the look of it, Jazen focused on the presence within. Now that he was closer to it, he almost felt overwhelmed by the sure power of the man's hatred. Pulling the Force around him as a shield to the man's hate, Jazen surveyed the building. All the windows were boarded up, making the interior most likely pitch black. There were only two ways in; a front entrance which he stood before and a back door on the building's opposite side. Since both building's on either side of the store were still open, cutting through their walls would most likely be frowned upon. He could go through the roof, but then he might make a mistake landing, opening himself up to attack. In the long run, he had only one choice. Glancing around, he saw few people moving about this area, so he gently moved to the door. When he was almost there, he tilted his head to the door, forcing it to swing open. He dashed inside and closed the door just as quick, turning the face the interior.

He could feel the man there, pacing back and forth in the middle of the shop. Various displays were about, many of them emptied of their contents. Aside from that, he could make out very little in the darkness. Without hesitation, Jazen snapped his ice blue saber to life, letting it hum just in front of his face. A dark blue glow lit the room enough that Jazen could see the obstacles around him, along with the man. And it wasn't even a man, but a boy, mot much older than Jazen from the look of it. His face locked into a mask of seriousness, Jazen took several steps forward to get a better look at his foe and set himself up in a pre-defensive stance.

" I must admit, I thought this investigation would prove to be a wild goose chase. Part of me is glad it wasn't and the other part weeps for it being true. Sorry, not much time for small chat. Whoever you are, I'm placing you under arrest for the murder of several Naboo citizens. You'll answer to the Jedi about why you are here and the reasons for those murders. I really hope you don't come peacefully."

[Cadyren]

Cadyren looked at the boy in front of him, a teenager like himself. Makes sense, similiar age similiar ability. This will make for an interesting fight indeed. Cadyren thought, to himself. He looked his opponent over and noticed that he had white hair, an Echani perhaps? Or maybe an Arkanian that likes the color of white? I'm not sure what this person is, but I'm sure I'll find out before this fight is over.

Cadyren's Lightsaber activated, the dark green blade extending from the hilt with a snap hiss sound. The light from the blade lit up half the room, the other half was lit by the icy blue saber. Where the lights met on the walls of the building the colors wavered back in forth, as though they were fighting for dominance over the room. Cadyren's saber didn't like that; no she didn't like that at all. His Lightsaber didn't like this Jedi weapon at all, it was to.....calm? Perhaps that was the word. It was ready to fight, singing its song of battle and ready to assist its owner in combat, but it held no anger, no hate towards it opponents. Cadyren's Lightsaber willed him to break his opponent’s weapon, to destroy this object, this weapon of peace. It wanted him to jump forward and end the weapon now!

Cadyren would normally try and be diplomatic in this situation, try to look at every angle and figure out the best course of action, if he should kill the Jedi or not, but he had been in a bad mood all week, and his Lightsabers will to kill then Jedi's weapon drove him to fight. He did however, want to be creative in the way he killed the Jedi, he wanted to do something unexpected to catch him off guard and make the killing blow. He looked around the room to see if he and missed something on his first inspection of the room, and found a bathroom in the corner of the store, once that he had not seen before.

He had an idea the second he saw the bathroom, and opened the Force, searching for what he needed. Then he smiled, So you wish to fight now Jedi? Fine then.....I will enjoy murdering you. Cadyren said, emphasizing on the word murder. He flicked his wrist and his Lightsaber flew into the air, cutting large hole in the ceiling before returning to his hand, approving of his plan, though wishing that it would have more of a part in it. Don't worry my dear, not all plans work out perfectly. I'm sure you'll be needed before this battle is over.

Cadyren said, turning off the Lightsaber and silencing her. For a moment it seemed nothing had happened, and that Cadyren might just have gone crazy, but after a moment a strange smashing noise could be heard in the ceiling and a broken water pipe three inches in diameter long slid out of the hole, splashing the area around the Jedi. Cadyren grabbed the pipe with the Force for a moment and aimed its powerful stream of water at the Jedi, hopefully disorienting him and maybe destroying the saber that Cadyren's weapon hated so much. Using this distraction Cadyren attempted to pick the Jedi up with the Force, of course also letting go of the pipe so that he could focus solely on keeping the Jedi in his control, before attempting to throw him from the front of the room to the back and into the display case, which would leave him with at least a couple of shards of glass in him.

He would probably end up with a couple of shards of glass in his legs and arms, most likely his torso as well, though they probably wouldn't penetrate far enough to kill him. It would be pretty good if he got some in his head to, though it would probably kill him and then he wouldn't have any fun fighting the now would he? Cadyren wouldn't want to tell people about how he splashed some Jedi in the face with water then through him in to a display face and killed him. He would rather say he managed to throw a Jedi across the room into a display case, fought him with his Force abilities and saber, and then chopped his head off, it sounded far more interesting like that. Of course he could make the first story sound far more interesting, but if he had more to work with it would be easier.

Cadyren was a little fatiged by the amount of Force energy he just used, but it was nothing he couldn't deal with. He began to call upon the Force once again, this time to create a concentrated blast that would send the jedi flying back if he couldn't shield himself when he felt a disturbance in the Force, as though another force Adept was sensing them. He sopped charging up the blast and attempted to shrink his presense as his master had taught him, but the presense didn't seem to be searching for him. Alright whoever this is isn't my problem, I just have to deal with this Jedi and leave and hope this new guy doesn't hate Dark Siders. Cadyren thought to himself as he activated his Lightsaber again, deciding that he should not draw so much attention to himself by using a lot of Force Energy. He waited for the Jedi to make his move, keeping his senses somewhat open so that he wouldn't be fooled by any trick similiar to the one he had just pulled.

[Jazen]

The sound and sight of a lightsaber snapping to life made Jazen tense, taking a step back in case his foe made a move to attack. Surprisingly enough, he didn't attack, at least not right away. This gave Jazen more time to analyze his opponent before they most likely clashed. Reaching out towards his foe with the Force to get a better feel for him, Jazen touched him briefly before retracting the Force in shock. While he had expected a Sith or Dark Jedi to have hate emitting off them, the sheer amount of it that came off this man amazed Jazen.

He knew it was possible to have this much hate and anger, having experienced it first hand on Umgul...but he never thought someone could constantly be wrapped in such hate. Jazen couldn't even imagine being like that all the time; that much hate would destroy him. And for some reason, it didn't just seem to emit from him, but from his lightsaber as well. Jazen knew it wasn't possible for an object like a lightsaber to have a will of its own but the blade seemed to radiate as much hate as its master. He felt nothing from his own blade. Still, it did not mean he saw it merely as a tool that could be discarded either. A lightsaber was a Jedi's life, the one thing that would never betray the Jedi no matter what. But saying it had a will of its own was pushing it.

Despite the overwhelming amount of hate his foe emitted, Jazen spread his feelings through the Force around him, feeling the environment. Sure he was ready for whatever came next, Jazen snorted out loud when the Sith said he was going to murder him.

"Your welcome to try, Sith scum. Just don't hurt yourself doing it."

Jazen's saber rose him front of him, tip pointed at his foe, the hilt held down by his left hip with both hands. It was not his normal stance but within this confined space, his Ataru would be useless. Quick, defensive moves would work best here. Jazen tensed again as the man flung his saber into the ceiling, cutting a hole into it, before taking his saber back and thumbing it off. Surprise filled Jazen at his enemies move, but he soon found out why he did it. The sound of crumbling and water filled his ears and his eyes darted to the spot his foe had hit. His instincts screamed danger at him and he sideways over a neighboring rack as the pipe burst from the ceiling, filling the spot he had just been with a powerful stream of water. He had felt the Force in that moment and knew his foe had aimed the pipe directly at him, hoping maybe to knock him off balance with stream.

Jazen's decision to go airbourne turned out to be a bad one, as he suddenly felt invisible fingers picking him out of the air. Like a Wookie throwing a smaller man, Jazen was suddenly flung towards the back of the room. Danger screamed in his mind and he snapped his eyes in the direction he was going, spying the glass case. He had only a few seconds before he hit and he wasted none of it. Thrusting his arm at the case, he blasted it with the Force, shattering the glass. Twisting in midair, he slammed back first into the case, feeling the air leave his lungs as he hit the glass covered floor with a thud. His saber had been turned off in the process, so he thumbed it back to life as he stumbled to his feet. Luckily, he had only minor cuts from the glass, his gloves and cloak shielding him from the shards. A small cut on his head dripped blood into his right eye, but it was nothing serious. Wiping the blood away, Jazen locked eyes with his foe.

Jazen sensed danger coming again and prepared a counter blow this time when the man suddenly shrunk his presence in the Force. Puzzled, Jazen was pondering what he was up to this time when he sensed another presence in the city. Another Sith? One alone was gonna be a handful, let alone two. Seeing the logic to shrink his presence, Jazen pulled the Force in around him, but left enough to pick up the glass shards at his feet. With a grunt, the pieces shot off towards the man, Jazen hot behind them. He feinted a low swing at the man's feet, then suddenly changed his swing to a diagonal one from Jazen's right, the man's left, hoping the glass would disorient his opponent enough that the feint would succeed.

[Cadyren]

Cadyren watched as the Jedi used the Force to break the case, causing him to fall onto a broken display case instead of a fully intact one. Personally Cadyren would have used the Force to create a protective barrier so that he wouldn't be as hurt when he crashed into the display, and he did think his idea might work better, but perhaps the Jedi just hand'd thought about it or maybe he wasn't good with barriers and such. Cadyren thumbed his Lightsaber back on as the Jedi got up, his saber once again coming to life. She was a little upset that his plan hadn't worked completely and that the icy blue saber was not destroyed, but at the same time was happy to have a fight and to perhaps destroy the other Lighrtsaber herself.

Cadyren smiled as he went into his combat stance, which was a mix between Shii-Cho and Djem So. When it came to battle Cadyren sought to dominate his opponent, which was one of the reasons Cadyren had learned Djem So, and Shii-Cho also assisted him, as its movements sought to trap its opponent into a corner so that they could be finished off. together these forms helped Cadyren take control over a battle, making his opponent his unknowing puppet doing a little dance for him, and when he grew bored he could cut those strings and they would fall to the ground, never to dance again.

As he prepared himself for his opponent to attack he attemtped to come up with another plan, though it was difficult as he was unsure as to how this Jedi thought, or if you would like to keep with the metaphor, which strings caused him to do what. If he managed to figure a few of them out, which would be very difficult, then he might be able to get the Jedi to play into a trap. He began to try and piece together what he knew about the Jedi. He was eager to fight Cadyren, so he probably had anger problems or maybe was under a lot of stress, or maybe both. If so then taunts could possibly make him more violent and cause him to think less and attck more, which would lead him into making a mistake that Cadyren could exploit. He also used a Force Push when he was thrown to the display case instead of creating a barrier, so either it was a prefered move or he was unskilled in protection, or perhaps he just liked breaking stuff?

Cadyren's train of thought was interupted when the Jedi threw shards of glass at him, begining to charge shortly after. Well he thought to throw the glass at me as well, so he isn't a complete fool that just charges into combat with no idea as to what he will do once combat begins. Cadyren thought as he called upon the Force to push the glass shardsback to the Jedi, though he missed two of them with his blast of energy. He sidestepped to his left to avoid them but one of them managed to stab him in the right hand as he moved, in the space between his thumb and index finger. He cursed as he used the index finger to flick the shard out of him, managing to ignore the second wave of pain as it few out of his skin.

He kept his eyes locked on the Jedi, just incase he managed to avoid the shards of glass being thrown at him and had continued his attack. Cadyren's saber begged him to just jump forward and attack the Jedi, and cadyren was tempted to give in, but he seemed to have the advantage when it came to fighting with Force abilities, at least thats what he gathered from the fact that he had managed to not only throw the Jedi across the room with ease but had also managed to redirect most of the glass shards he had telekineticly thrown at him. He decided to keep to what he had the advantage in for now, just incase this Jedi turned out to be on the road to becoming a Guardian and was a great duelist. So Cadyren remained where he stood, which was just a step away from where he had beenwhen the battle started. The sounds of the water pumping through the pipe could still be heard behind him and it began to spread across the floor, in fact it was already near where Cadyren stood. It's probably nothing to worry about, I highly doubt the water will even get above my boots before this battle is over, especialy with the way it's going now. Cadyren thought to himself, ready to jump back or perhaps use a Force Push if the Jedi got to close to him. Most likely the former would happen seeing as Cadyren would most likely lose the battle if he used up all of his energy keeping the Jedi away instead of trying to kill him.

[Jazen]

Midway through the strike, Jazen noticed that his enemy had countered the glass attack with ease, sending the tiny projectiles swarming back in his direction. Seeing that the glass was coming back, Jazen halted mid attack and sprung to his left to the cover of another rack The glass skimmed his leg as he jumped, one piece managing to graze his leg after another cut a hole in his clothes. Ignoring the pain, Jazen landed firmly on both legs and shot back over to face his opponent. He came within inches of connecting his head to the roof, only evading it when he ducked his head a little before he reach the peak of his jump.

Jazen was about to dash to the side to get closer to Cadyren, but noticed that he would run straight into a rack if he did. Glancing to his other side, he saw even more racks, along with several other obstacles that made the room he could freely move about very small. He knew he couldn't use Ataru very well in here, but now that he looked harder, he couldn't use it at all. Even his evading would put him in harm's way, especially if he made a misjudgment in how far he was from an object. He had one hope in this confined space and it lay in what style his opponent choose to use.

That hope was soon crushed as he read into his opponent's stance. Jazen hadn't seen much of the style in question, but he was sure that Cadyren was using Djem So. Of course, it did look a little different that what he had seen from texts and studies, but some people took the style and made it their own after learning it. Perhaps that's what he had done. Either way, Jazen was in trouble if it was Djem So, or at least something not Ataru. It meant his enemy had the advantage. And he had yet to do show anything related to his lightsaber skills, which further put into question what his chances of winning this fight was.

Jazen slammed those thoughts down in one fell swoop, concentrating on what he knew he had to do. Win. Bringing his lightsaber up to face his enemy, Jazen set his mind to work. His eyes stayed on Cadyren, ready to respond if he attacked while Jazen was thinking. He had to get out of this shop, or at least force the fight out into the open, where he could use Ataru to its fullest. And something had bothered him ever since he had been slammed into the glass case. His opponent had had him at that time, could have followed up with that Force attack which would have taken the remaining wind out of his lungs, leaving him vulnerable. But he had stopped midway for some reason. Could he be holding back because he sensed something Jazen hadn't....or was he holding back?

Deciding to gamble on that thought, Jazen's eyes flicked to a nearby rack, which was covered in old pots. Shutting his eyes, Jazen grabbed three of the pots and flung them at Cadyren, one for each level of his body. Head, chest and legs. However, he focused on them even as he lunged for Cadyren, keeping the pressure he was using to send them flying constant and heavy. It would tire him a bit to do this, but it would also make sending them flying back twice as hard. And he had one more trick to play. In the pot aimed for his head, there was still dirt from the time when it had held some kind of plant. Jazen had faced all the pots bottom first at him, hiding this fact, using the Force to compress the dirt inside so it would not fly out. If Cadyren wanted to fling them away again, like he had done last time, Jazen would spin the pot around and explode the dirt out at his face. If he cut it in half, Jazen would explode the dirt out at his face. He would have to dodge it to evade that fate, which would break his concentration for just a moment, which Jazen could use to hit him with the other pots or attack directly.

Sweat dripped from his forehead to show how much this usage of the Force was straining him, but he knew it was worth the chance. As the pots neared, Jazen made a move himself, swinging his lightsaber down from above his head straight down towards Cadyren, a basic yet effective move if it worked. Even if he moved, Jazen could switch quickly to either hand to counter whichever attack he threw his way. He hoped.

[Cadyren]

Cadyren smiled as some of the ridirected glass hit the Jedi in the leg as he attempted to dodge them, If he keeps this up he's going to bleed to death before I even get a killing blow in, I just have to make sure I keep him on the defensive and he'll fall soon enough. Cadyren thought as he opened himself to the Force, building up energy inside him in case the Jedi had a trick up his sleeve. He wondered if he could keep using his powers like this, sure the heaviest thing he had picked up was the Jedi but still he had thrown him across the room. Long enough, if my attacks remain as effective as they have been then I'll be able to keep up this pace long enough.

As his opponent jumped over the rack and in front of him Cadyren stepped back, jumping back into his opening stance incase he attemtped to charge forward again. However it seemed the Jedi had chosen to wait until after he had jumped over the rack and was within attacking distance of a Sith that he thought it would be a good time to come up with a plan. Cadyren was unsure if the Jedi was a fool, or if he was just trying to insult him. He grew angry and was about to attack the Jedi when he saw a look of hopelessness on the Jedi's face, as though he knew that he wouldn't win this fight. The look was only there for a moment, but it was enough to make Cadyren laugh.

Have you realized that you are no match for me Jedi? That you have bitten off more then you can chew? I had hoped you were just holding back on me but it seems that you are as weak as you seem. Cadyren said, a smile on his face. He was trying to taun the Jedi into attacking him in anger, to use the Dark Side to fight him. There could be no greater victory for a Dark Sider then making your opponent unknowingly join your side, to make them fall into the darkness that they feared so much. Come on now Jedi, show me your training wasn't wasted on you. I know for a fact the Jedi were taught to be able to fight a Dark Jedi or Sith, I used to be one. You must have wasted your time dreaming about slaying Dark Siders like me instead of paying attention to your instructors.......or perhaps your master was just a horrible teacher maybe? Cadyren knew that the last part would anger most Jedi, Cadyren knew he would beat somebody to the ground if they insulted his old master Hett.

Cadyren watched as three pots were flown at him, one towards his head, one towards his chest and another toward his legs. He wondered if the Jedi was responding to his taunts or if he was just trying to finish the duel, either way Cadyren had to avoid from having these pots hit him. They flew at him with a constant speed, so they were probably being controled by the Force still, so he couldn't just simply force push them away. and it also meant that if they hit him they would hurt. He reached out with the Force and pushed forwar anyway, though it was not a powerful a blast as he could have used. it didn't need to anyway, as he didn't plan on sending them back towards the Jedi but break them so they wouldn't hurt as much once they hit him.

Cadyren was unsure if he had succeeded because at that moment a cloud of dirt was thrown towards his face, and Cadyren threw his right arm in front of him to stop from being blinded. He began to walk backwards so that his opponent might hopefully not be able to take advantage of the situation but once the dust cleared he saw his opponent swingng his Lightsaber down upon Cadyren's head. Cadyren quickly brought his blade to meet the Jedi's, holding his blade perpendicular to the icy blue blade. His Lightsaber screamed with excitement, knowing that now it would be able to fight this icy blue demon instead of dealing with it once Cadyren had killed its master the Jedi. Cadyren attempted to heave the jedi backwards, using the muscles he had gained practicing Djem So to push his opponent backwards.

Good plan, decent execution. Your learning Jedi, I'll admit to that. I would have however gone for an uppercut strike though, I may not have even seen your saber until it was to late due to my arm being in the way for a moment as I brought it down. Also as a Djem So user I'm well aquinted with downward strikes, I believe it actually has a name when someone using Form V uses it, but it escapes me right now. Cadyren said as he went back into his opening stance, there was dirt in his hair from the pot and some on his robes, but thankfully he had managed to stop it from getting him in the eyes.

Cadyren lunged forward toward the Jedi, his blade at first appearing to crash down toward his opponents head but then curving in an arc toward his side. After that he began to attack the Jedi with both Shii-Cho and Djem So sequences, never attempting to switch mid sequence out of fear of leaving himself open for an attack. His lighsaber squeeled with joy every time it struck the icy blue blade, glad to finally fight it instead of being forced to watch it sing its song of battle, as though it could stand against the strength of the green blade.Cadyren was still worried that the Jedi was a Guardian and would destroy him now that they were fighting blade to blade, but he didn't let this effect his performance, not at all.

[Jazen]

For the first time since confronting Cadyren, Jazen's lightsaber and his made contact. Icy blue hissed against his dark green blade for just a moment, then the Sith heaved his upper body, pushing up with as much force as he could muster. Jazen's blade snapped clear, forcing Jazen to retreat two steps, keeping his saber pointed towards his foe. In the lull that followed, the Sith took a moment to both congratulate and insult Jazen in one go. While he heard every word, Jazen's mind was already working to break down the events that had just transpired, looking for flaws in both himself and the enemy that he could correct and exploit.

He first broke down the saber lock. Usually, when two forces lock their sabers, one of them breaks contact to make another move. Sometimes both break contact, each looking to attack an area the enemy would not expect. But not Cadyren. No, he had literally shoved Jazen off with his physical strength alone. Which meant in terms of power, Cadyren had the advantage. Under normal circumstances, that wouldn't have made much of a difference against Jazen, who preferred quick and sharp strikes, making contact only for brief seconds with his foes. But in this restricted space, speed wasn't as much a factor because of the obstacles that prevented Jazen from using his natural agility. In here, that power factor was greatly amplified.

Still, agility could still be used within this space. The speed of Jazen's strikes was affected by this, as well as his ability to evade. And he had seen it in his enemies response to his attack; Jazen was faster. However, there was one other factor that determined who had the advantage in this fight; their fighting styles. Forced to resort to Shii-cho for his offense and defense, Jazen wasn't playing on the field he was best on. Cadyren, on the other hand, was using a mixture of Shii-cho and Djem So, both of which were perfect for close quarters combat. And as such, Jazen came to the same conclusion he had before; he needed to take this fight outside if he could.

For the most part, he dismissed Cadyren's words, seeing them as his way of trying to put Jazen off guard. It was true that he could have gone for an uppercut, but whether or not it would have been a better move remained to be seen. For all he knew, Cadyren could have countered that one much easier, which would have ended up costing Jazen. He ignored the taunts as well, knowing that Cadyren was just trying to rile him up, to force him into attacking out of anger. Doing so would accomplish one of two things; he would leave himself open to attack by making a dumb move or he would be flirting with the Dark Side himself. Jazen was prepared not to make the mistake of going either way.

But that was before Cadyren mentioned his master. Somewhere in Jazen's mind, he knew that it was just another taunt, the enemies way of trying to fool him. But something overwhelmed that reasoning, a whisper that suddenly became a booming voice within his mind. Are we gonna let him talk about our teacher like that? Come, let us show him what happens to those who stick their hands too far into the snake hole. Jazen knew, absolutely knew, that he should ignore the voice. But he didn't. Rage swelled within his heart. His eyes locked firmly on Cadryen, who was now attempting an attack of his own.

"Silence your foul tongue, Sith scum. You know nothing about me or my Master."

His first strike, a downward strike like Jazen's, shifted suddenly into a sweeping arc toward his side. Jazen swung his saber up so that his arms were positioned up by his head, aiming his blade downwards to catch the incoming attack. As soon as it made contact, Jazen snapped the blade free, stepping once every time he countered his foes attack. The heavier and persistent strikes tore at his body, fatigue building with each block. And with each strike, Jazen felt his anger growing. Then, like a switch being flipped, the part of his mind that ruled reason snapped back in. He felt the anger dimmer, if but for a moment. He knew he couldn't give in to his enemies taunts, it was exactly what he wanted. And he had promised Locke, promised himself that he would never go there again. No matter what. But his anger remained and he knew it would not fade anytime soon. So he decided to use and remove it, all in one move.

Inhaling deeply as he continued his defense, Jazen found a brief opening in the relentless assault. Jazen's eyes darted to door he had entered through, which was at his foes back. Carefully, Jazen allowed his defense to carry him that way, until his foe was directly across from the door itself. He waited, holding his ground until he saw the opening again. And he used it. Pouring all the unwanted anger into his move, Jazen summoned a burst of Force so strong that the surrounding racks shuttered from the move. If it hit, and he was confident it would, his enemy would be blown straight back....into the door and out into the street beyond. And even if it didn't, it would most certainly force his opponent to retreat, giving Jazen the opening he needed to take this fight to where it would be his advantage.

[Cadyren]

Cadyren managed to throw the Jedi off him easily enough, which didn't surprise him much considering the amount of training Cadyren had done to make himself stronger. He watched the Jedi's facial expression as he taunted him, trying to see if he could get an emotional reaction. The Jedi remained calm until Cad suggested that perhaps his master had been a horrible teacher, it seemed that he had managed to strike a nerve. Cadyren smiled as the rage and anger began to build in the Jedi, he could sense that the Jedi wanted to silence him, make him take back what he had just said. Whether because the words were true or because he felt defensive over his master Cadyren could not tell, nor could he care less.

As they exchanged blows Cadyren could feel the darkness within the Jedi grow, though the Jedi did not use them. As he continued to battle with the Jedi he began to talk some more, trying to force the Jedi into a blind rage, Some Jedi you are, I can feel the hate inside you, I know you want to use this power of yours to destroy me. I thought Jedi were supposed to shun all emotion and remain calm and all of that, some jedi you are. Cadyren said, giving a slight chuckle. He was to busy enjoying the fact that he was managing to cause a Jedi's downfall that he didn't notice that the Jedi was trying to lead him toward the doorway. He didn't figure it out until he heard a large splash as his foot hit the ground, meaning that he was in the half of the room that was covered by water.

I got to cocky, I should have realized he was trying to force me somewhere, but why outside? Perhaps he hopes that the police will come and assisst him? Or maybe he wants to try and kill me in public to show how powerful he is. No matter what the reason it probably won't end well for me, time to end this. Cadyren thought as they neared the doorway, he began to call upon the Force to deliver a powerful Force blast when all of the sudden the Jedi sent one at him, one filled with the power of the Dark Side. Cadyren instinctively created a cacoon in the force to absorb most of the blow, making it like a cushion so most of the shockwave would be absorbed before it hit Cadyren.

Unfortunetly his his skill in shielding himself using his Force abilities wasn't enough, and he roared in pain as his back slammed into the door, the metal door breaking from the force of Cadyren flying into it. The sunlight burned Cadyren's eyes as he hit the ground, his eyes having acustumed themselves to the darkness of the building. This didn't stop Cadyren from quickly rolling to his feet, not did the pain in his back. When cadyren looked toward the Jedi his expression was that of pure rage, fed by pain and the darkside. He summoned the Force to him once more, combining it with his dark power and hate, then sent a powerful Telekinetic blast straight through the doorway toward the Jedi, and possibly sending the Jedi into the other side of the room.

DIE JEDI! Cadyren yelled, his mocking and sarcastic tome replaced by that of anger, using the Force he reached into the hole in the ceiling, sensing for the flow of energy he needed now. He found it easily enough, and a snapping sound could be heard as Cadyren ripped electric cables from the ceiling, and a soft splashing noise as the cable fell into the water. A loud zapping noise could be heard as the electric energy began to travel through the water, possibly blocking the Jedi's path to the young Sith or maybe even killing him.

Cadyren didn't wait to see if the Jedi was dead or not, he knew he would have to leave soon if he was to escape this planet, and killing a Jedi wasn't worth being arrested over. Plus he was somewhat tired and his anger had faided somewhat with that blast of Dark side power, and he was becoming himself now, not a pychopath willing to waste his time fighting some Jedi when he should have hid from him. As he got further down the road he began to constantly look over his shoulder, to make sure the Jedi wasn't following him.

[Jazen]

If Jazen was the kind of person to jump for joy when he succeeded, he might have done so right then. His blast of the Force had connected and despite his foes attempt to weaken the blow with a barrier made from the Force, the effect was little changed. Cadyren went flying out through the metal door, smashing it clean open as he flew into the open street beyond. Like he had planned, Jazen darted after him, aiming to take this fight into the open street beyond. With his head clear and his emotions under control, Jazen knew he could handle this Sith. Even if Cadyren pulled on the power of the dark side, Jazen would call upon the power of the light to counter it. He could do this. He had to do this. As a member of the Blades, every Sith defeated was a victory for them.

Despite his thoughts, Jazen made sure to keep his eyes and focus on Cadyren. So when he rolled back to his feet, anger seething from him in waves, Jazen expected retaliation. And he didn't have to wait for it either. However, from Cadyren's hissing words before it came, Jazen knew he had broken through his foes cocky attitude. He was serious now. Feeling the buildup in the Force from his foe, Jazen eyed the open door. He was close....but not close enough to make it through before the blast came. As he prepared to leap out of its path, the vast amount of water on the floor caused him to lose his balance for a moment. That was all Cadyren needed, as the blast caught Jazen on his side, slamming him into the nearest rack, dropping him into the water on the floor. Instinct and the sense of impending danger got him back to his feet quickly, calling on the Force to strengthen him over his pain.

Another surge of the Force from Cadyren, coupled with the sound of the ceiling ripping caused Jazen to snap his attention to it. A spark exited from the cracking roof and in an instant, Jazen knew what Cadyren was doing. Jazen gave the room a quick scan, seeing that more than half of ti was covered in water the broken pipe had produced. Before his mind could even decide what to do, Jazen's body acted. Bolting for the door, Jazen turned partly to watch the descending wires. Quickly he grabbed them with the Force, stalling them for a brief second. Jazen didn't waste it. Pouring all the power he could into his legs, he propelled himself out the room. Sparking electricity caught the back of his leg as he left the room, but he was clear of it before it could do any serious damage. Still, the shin of his left leg had gone numb. As he landed, Jazen tumbled into a roll, taking the edge off his landing and allowing him to get back to his feet quickly.

His lightsaber shot to life in his hands, expecting Cadyren to assault him in his moment of vulnerability. To his shock, no such attack came. Reaching out with the Force, Jazen found him, running full speed away from him. Despite the weariness his body felt, Jazen knew he couldn't let him get away. His enemy would be just as tired hopefully. Throwing off his wet and heavy cloak, Jazen leapt up onto a building's roof and shot off after Cadyren, making sure to keep out of a direct line of sight. Since not long had transpired since his leaving the shop and Cadyren's dash for safety, Jazen soon had a line of sight on him. Breathing heavily, Jazen waited till he was almost on top of him before launching himself directly into his path, activating his lightsaber the second he hit the ground.

"I wasn't finished with you yet, Sith. Your coming with me or at the very least, not going anywhere until the proper authorities arrive. And I don't mean Naboo's security forces."

Jazen then moved in, bringing his lightsaber up to his side as he did. He started out simple enough, a long swipe from left to right. He followed it up immediately with a backhand swing the opposite way, then a downward swing from above. He planned to break away after that, then vault over Cadyren's head, using the Ataru he was good at. As soon as he landed, he brought his saber up into a set of quick thrusts, ending the assault with a series of constant and random swings. The longer the fight went on, he realized, the better it was for him.