Tornament Fight: Ranka vs. Ember

[Veran]

Yet even behind the emotionless stare was indeed buried emotions, yet ones belonging to darkness. As if he'd been lost before he even knew of his Taï-shueldon origins. And now, was he so about to slay another of his former friends with the very sword that had been consceived to end the reign of darkness over this world? Perhaps so... Yet, something felt strange like a shadow slowly spreading its wings into the entire Tarisian city... What was it?

And so you aquired none other then the Taï-dek-shar... A powerfull weapon, passed on from generation to generation amongs the sword lords, yet again everyone of them had swore to defeat darkness... You, on the other hand joined them. By doing so, I'll make the promise you could not keep...

The shadow continued to spread and he still didn't understand where it would be comming from. He could sence its dangerously powerfull fury, anger... And hate?

As if the very abyss of hell would have opened beneath Ranka, the force suddenly radiated with an alarming darkness, atuned to Ranka's emotion, which simply... Purely, reflected anger. An unmesurable hellfire of anger towards none other then him he so realized and like a sign to confirm his thoughts, the emerald blade graduatly changed in color, from the purest green, to a color which he had seen commonly into the Sith's hands... Red, a red which simply was the same as the blaze he senced through the force raging through the entire arena, as his own aura fought it off keeping him safe from its shadowy effect on the room... What had he done for the sake of the force to anger one which usualy kept such a cold temper, how could he make Ranka actualy hate! Had he somehow woke up something in him? A memory of something lost... Or someone?

Yet, as the elements themselves started to harmonize with the storm that was the Dematri's anger, these thoughts mattered not. He, even though was not terrified could not help but to feel a slight sensation of fear towards this... Situation. In all the time he had ever spent with anyone, such emotions were even rare amongs the Sith... Too bad such fury was apparently serving another cause...

[glow=red,2,300]I'll destroy darkness, and begin with you Sith desease! Since the very begining of time, you've been spreading like a virus into this galaxy, like a cancer![/glow]

The elements now raged across the Arena like an apocalyptic event, the now red lightsaber moving into its owners hand, twirling into it to finaly be handled as an enormous dagger, slowly moving to his left as his other hand was going to the right, into a familiar cross patern; the weapon high above his head, reflecting its crimson light upon the Nem'vaah's face, as his left hand look down with its palm onto the cold floor...

Even with all his sences in alert, he simply stood there, as motionless as a statue that it almost seemed like he would have shivered... Yet, the cold, terrifyingly furious voice carried itself across the thunderic winds which now swirled around the ring themselves as a result of simple anger...

[glow=red,2,300]And I've got the cure...[/glow]

[Senior Master Al'Kan]

:.Ember could feel ranka's rage rummaging through the raptors of the arena, shruddering the spectators of this somewhat horrifying match. The very presence was now almost intolerable, being tainted with the pure anger of the two blade masters in the very ring.

Ember's eyes still, seemed to be glued upon ranka's, as he peered at him throught eh wholes of his black, silken mask. Ember twirled the sword in his hand, and brought it up in an arch. As the motion of the sword slowed, it stopped aiming downwards and diagonal, much like his opponent.

Ranka and ember were very alike, the very styles of the blade they wielded.. but they each served different, yet dominant forces. Now the hatred brewing between the two was like a raging storm, crackling with thunder, seeming to shake the arena.:

[glow=black,2,300]Do not give me words, but proof.[/glow]

:.His words slip out, crossing the air like a dark, yet cool wind. Even with this anger ember had emmiting from himself, his focus was almost unbelievable, nothing was distracting him as of yet.

And as ember raced towards ranka with the most blinding of speed, he raised his blade with might and pride of darkness, and of his cause. The unified force which brewed off of him as he engaged in force flow, a very usefull power as of yet.

The blade of light soared through the air like a streak of lightning, producing a blur of yellowish light on ranka's face as it neared his neck.

As the blade neared, getting closer and closer to the nem'vaah, ranka could feel ember's firey anger. This anger as most would be blinded by it was being used and focused by the mighty sith.:

[Veran]

Truly, one question lingered might have lingered at that time into the minds of whichever sentient was watching this monstrous... War it could have been called that was now fought by two persons with their lives about who was the defender and who was the conquerer...

It seemed as though both were simply attacking, without letting any signs of fatigue glimpse a moment into the others eyes as their blades created countless shards of burning stars into the world and into the force like the waves of the most terribles of storms onto the Kaminoan sea.

Both were moving so fast that it seemed like only two blurs of light were simply colliding into this endless battle. And yet, their weapons moved even faster, for them though, it was so much different, they were fighting into the very force like ravenous souls seeking to drink the others energy.

It also seemed though, that they were drinking energy from thin air, as their battle simply intensified raging further the elements around them, each slice, each thrust and eash twirls re-directing the winds onto another path dammaging the arena around them...

As dangerously close as the blades of pure matter came to its target, letting them even feel the heat radiating from its particles of clear light, never did they actualy toutch the other, only encountering another obstacle trying to get the very same target simetricly on the other side. It only kept on going faster and faster as both sank deeper into the force, basking futher more into its limitless power, one fueled by rage which simply grew and the other, still fueled by the shadows of his mind.

Now the camera's which had kept the two ennemies in their sight couldn't keep up with their speed, only glimpses of dark robes and light could be seen, until the camera itself was being dispatched either by the winds, or the two sword-lords battle...

Only hellfire could be seen around them as they stoped into their timeless world, simply glaring into each others eyes, taking a breif moment to examine their state; both of them were in a pool of their own sweat and blood where their skin had not been able to handle the heat of the sabers, Ranka had one of these marks on the left side of his neck, from which Ember's blade had came too close for comfort as well as on his right knee, and across his left arm... Ember, on the other hand had been marked on his right shoulder, which had torn the entire short sleeve of his dark robe. The mark itself continued onto his back, where it had only damaged the ceremonic outfit of the Taï-shueldon. Finaly, a last mark on lower part of his leg, which had fissured the cloth, which was now simply floating as the small winds that was into this world, passed...

Yet even through these obvious signs that should tire oneself, they simply stood, with no appearent signs of movement, not even deep breaths taken after the use of such feats, and yet keeping focused on remaining into the force...

The flames simply kept building around the two Swordlords as it kept building into their stare that could almost illuminate with actual flames...

Again, they've put both of their blades into a similar patern, onto which the blade was going along their extended arm... As if time slowed down for them, while it simply kept going faster into the physical realm, they both jumped, with their blades now overhead, ready to hammer with all their might at each other.

The movements were perfectly simetrical as they both flew into the dimension of hellfire. And so, both weapons ones again clashed, unleashing an Jupiteric thunder across the ablazed plains... They both stared again into each others eyes, yet this time around something was different for Ranka and Ember...

The rage which had gone through the fight until now had simply, totaly... Vanished. In, but a time inferior to an eyelash even in this... Place and so, what he saw into the eyes of Ranka truly suprised him, for once; the very fire which was everywhere around them was now truly seen, spouting its flames out of the Dematri's very eyes, burning into an emerald light... As was his saber.

The last thing he saw at this moment was a blur of this color, blinding him momentarely with the thought of death as a humm, which seemed sharp enough to have made his ear drumbs burst. After this, only dead silence, until he finaly realised he was still breathing, without even a sign of pain... He opened his eyes, to see his old friend, standing there with his mask of neutrality and eyes of frost looking at him, back into the literaly destroyed ring of the arena...

Only then, did he feel an attack into the force, yet nothing happened... He felt the blade flying by his face and Ranka going back into this motionless position, simply staring... And so, the mask that veiled his face fell like a feather onto the durasteel floor.

How... How could this be even... Even thinkable, imaginable? How... It seemed as though the force itself had been slower then this attack. Impossible, yet he had just seen it with his own eyes. Not, in a million years would he could actualy even think this out; being entirely into the force, to finaly stretch out beyond your own limits and go out of the force, braking the very shackles of fate it tied to anyones destiny... Such things, would mean that the outcome of such fight was not even decided by the force, but by the free will that was awarded to the one manipulating destiny itself in such a manner... No one could achieve this technique. Or perhaps someone who doesn't live over three millenia's of training...

Yet even so, how did he dissect his mask, without even scratching his face or letting any burn marks? How, how, how... This simple question resonated and echoed into his head and yet, the awnser itself was so complex. For some reason, as strange as it may be, it seemed as though whatever he was fighting now was the only thing that could realise such inhumaine power... Now though, he truly asked himself, if his foe detained such power, why didn't he used it before? The outcome would, as hard as it was to admit for him, would have undeniably came to its ends quickly...

Why.....

[Senior Master Al'Kan]

:.While ranka was so busy questioning his own move, ember brushed his dark hair, seeing that his mask laid on the ground. The darkness itself seemed to flow away from ember as the mask sat upon the ground. Ember kicked the mask away, his ice cold eyes staring at his enemy, the stare piercing him like needles.

And so, ember saw the force again for what it truely was, atoms and particles, connecting everything together... Something needed to be known for true mastery of the o-so complicated force.

When ember seemingly earased those particles from existense themselves, Ranka stared with question at ember, but their emotionless stares still supported the chill which flowed in the air.

So when ember seemingly delivered a side kick into Ranka's stomach, it seemed as if he still stayed in the same spot before he delivered the kick. Ember too seemed to be within the force itself, manipulating its every move.

Then, the particles swarmed back into the room, from where ember quietly didn't know. But ember was still hiding some of his true power, tucking it away to the side.. But now it was time to hack into it.

Then,, ranka could sense the obvious channeling of the force from ember.. But, he didnt know what he was doing. Then suddenly, ranka looked up, only to see a golden globe gently hovering above his head, like a buzzing bee.. It was a mancer spell. Then, golden transparent walls began to slowly descend from the sphere.

Ranka could sense something, but didn't know what. As the walls closed down more, he could feel himself being crushed... The pain began to grow and grow, but the wall did not close on the ground yet....:

[Senior Master Al'Kan]

It has been 4 days, and ranka hasn't responded. So, to I get the win like bo did against celestia?

[Jedi Master Arlon Kyjar]

Sadly yes. The rules clearly state only 3 days.

[Senior Master Al'Kan]

Woohoo! This was a good duel though.

[Veran]

Lol, and I was about to post something tonight... Meh, better do my homeword then to actualy fail math and do this still lol.

Can I be allowed to post now and continue or the rules are clear and I lose (Hope its the tongue smiley lol)

[Jedi Master Arlon Kyjar]

Sorry bud, you lost. It was a good fight though.