Confrontation(Invite)

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

"Well that only narrows down the moves I know to...hmmm...everything except for the ones I just did, thanks..."

*I climb up and grab another vibro blade.*

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

"Well you'll learn some more as we go..."

*I hold my own blade menacingly in front of me, not wavering in the slightest. Suddenly, with amazing speed for one in heavy armour, I charge towards Mandalore, then take a dead stop and attack his right thigh.*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*I jump into the air, and land on the sword as it moves. Time seems to slow down as I stand and balnce on it for an impossibly long time, even for my skill. Pushing off, I try a round house kick for the man's face...him being off-balance because of the push off.*

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

*Unfortunately for Darius, he thought wrong. If he were to have stopped and thought about it, he would've realized this:

Who is more off-balanced: The one who is precariously perched on my blade, or the one holding the blade? Nay, Mandalore's attempt to kick me is thrown way off-balance as I pull my sword out from under Mandalore's feet as one would do a carpet in a cartoon. If anything, Mandalore would've pulled a muscle trying that stunt.*

"Risky, risky... Never put yourself in more danger than you need to when you could have just as easily blocked that attack normally."

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*A soft growl excapes agitated fighter and he springs up. then, without the help of a sword or weapon of any kind, he simply thows punches.*

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

*Mandalore's gauntleted hand holds much power behind it, but unfortunately, it still cannot punch straight through the Mandalorian steel I'm wearing.

I juke to the right, then dive, roll across the ground, and grab my sword from the floor, rising again a couple yards from Darius.*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

"Fight me! Stop toying with me!"

*He dives forward, ready to tackle him, but at the last moment he pulls a small virbroblade form his belt and tries to salm it into the GEnerals neck.*

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

"You want a real fight then?"

*A glint of light the glowpanels catch is all I need to tell that Mandalore's blade is nearing my throat. My blade is held horizontally as it catches Mandalore's own.

Now then, I hadn't quite risen since I rolled, and I was still in a crouching form. So from that position, I send a rising kick towards Mandalore's stomach, followed by a high jump, and a slam with my sword down, down onto his chest.*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*The kick hits him right in the stomach and he wheezes a bit as he tries to fill his lungs with air. Meanwhile he's on his back and the General's weapon is about to plunge right through his beautiful armour.

He couldn't let that happen...it was just too pretty. So he did the first thing that he thought would get him out of the situation. He spat a giant glob of thick, dark blood right at Ayras' visor then rolled to the right, having the blade scrap against the thick durasteel ground.*

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

"Nice trick. I like it..."

*I stand quickly, and take two steps away from Mandalore, taking care to wipe the spit from my visor.

I hold my sword defensively, allowing Mandalore to get up..*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*I slide agains tmy back until, I'm sitting up right. Then I get up, and crack my neck from each side.

Then I take the dagger I have and hurl it at the General, making sure that it was completely out of the blue...or at least trying.

Then I unsheath my father's old sword, little did I know that it once belonged to the last Mandalore.*

[.:.::Bornor Re'Aden::.:.]

Aerith walks in, seeing Mandalore immediatley. He was training with another Mandalorian general, and he respectively watched the fight ensue, making his presence known but not interfering. It seemed his Mandalore was in his training, and in no way would he interfere with that.

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

*Although I might've dodged it, my indecision betrays me, and the dagger hits me, although not in its intended target. Its edge is fairly sharp, and it embeds itself in the forehead of my armour, slightly nicking my face.*

"Ow?"

*Getting an idea, I pull the dagger from my helmet, and quickly use my own vibroblade on it, slicing the edge, causing sparks to fly from it. Soon, the edge is razor sharp, and heated up a bit from the friction too. I hold it by the flat edge of the blade, and throw it with deadly presicion at Mandalore's helmet.*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*One thing he was good at was timing. For some reason, luck was definately his thing, and so was skill. He let it come to him as close as it possibly could and then he moved his head mere inches, allowing the blade to go right beside him...barely missing him.*

"It appears we have a newcomer anyway...solider, what do you want?"

[.:.::Bornor Re'Aden::.:.]

"I seek training from one who would give it to me. I am willing to do my all to become a powerful Mandalorian."