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Post by Master Bondora on Apr 5, 2005 1:28:07 GMT
In a deep icy cave on the planet of Rhen Var, the Sith Lord, Azsneth search a secret tomb seeking ancient artifact. Wearing a dark brown cloak Azsneth walk slowly upon the icy surface using the force to guide him.
"Hmm...."
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Post by Veran on Apr 5, 2005 1:32:23 GMT
A chilly wind flies through the cave, and words echoes as almost as a warning from the very spirits who built this place... Though the spoken words are obviously carried by the wind from somewhere, and yet he recognize that voice... He had heard it once before, but where?
[glow=purple,2,300]I was wondering when one of your kind would finaly dare to loot these ancient temples in search of some sort of power... Ironic enough that it is you, Azsneth who dared to step into this place...[/glow]
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Post by Master Bondora on Apr 5, 2005 1:38:40 GMT
"Pff, I knew you would be here Ranka..."
Whit these word the Sith Lord igntes his lightsaber and a red blade comes hissing out of the hilt. Azsneth then slowly twist it around him and uses the force to try to find Ranka hiddin place.
"Come out, come out wherever you are...."
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Post by Veran on Apr 5, 2005 1:49:37 GMT
[glow=purple,2,300]As you wish...[/glow]
Clothing is heard, dansing in the wind as Ranka falls down directly from above Azsneth's head. In a sharp, almost brutal sound, Ranka unleashes his blade and uses the might of Arashnu to strike Azsneth directly from above.
Coming in too swiftly because of the gravity, Azsneth as no other alternative but to block the incoming attack... The blade collides and a massive, thunderic sound blasts its way into the caves tunnels, making the ice above crumble and let some of the stalagtite fall even after the centuries they have prosperered there...
With this came a flash of light, as same as it would happen with any collisions with common lightsabers. Blinding everyone for a moment of the future scene; Azsneth still stood in the same position, though he had moved still... deeper into the very ice. The blow had been powerfull enough not to brake the sith lords defenses though it had shattered eternal ice. Something that could be considered as strong as the purest of diamonds on Rhen var.
Above Azsneth's weapon, stood Ranka's and still having its grip on it, stood Ranka, into the air, standing there because of both Azsneth and his strengh, as well as high exellent grip on his saber... He pushed himself away with the force from Azsneth, landing softly on the frost grounds of the tunnel, Katana in hand, simply posing... Waiting for Azsneth's reaction to his rather strong attack...
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Post by Master Bondora on Apr 5, 2005 1:54:16 GMT
Azsneth uses a powerfull force push to move Ranka away from him, the Sith Lord then jumps back a few meater away from him.
"Know that I, Darth Azsneth am not completly without mercy, Surrender now and I shall grant you a clean painless death!"
The Sith Lord then raises is left hand gathering the energy of the dark side preparing to unleash a powerfull wave of force lightning whit the rawr energy of the force.
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Post by Master Bondora on Apr 5, 2005 2:03:27 GMT
ooc: I g2g bye
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Post by Veran on Apr 5, 2005 2:05:50 GMT
Ranka looks towards Azsneth with a maevolent grin on his face as he draws with his left hand, his pistol. Only moments later, it sparks with red energy yet as powerfull as it seems, or actualy from what source of power it seems to be coming from, Azsneth sences nothing that is concidered the force into Ranka's preparing attack... It is something else, something he did not sence before... But what? To his stupefaction, the 'dark one' starts to chant an all too familiar code...
"There is no emotion..."
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Post by Master Bondora on Apr 5, 2005 21:18:17 GMT
"Your feeble skill are no match for the power of the Dark Side!"
Gathering the Dark energy inside the cave, Azsneth unleash a deadly wave of force lightning upon Ranka. The lightning rushes towards him at great speed.
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Post by Veran on Apr 5, 2005 21:34:22 GMT
Ranka's eyes becomes further focused as Azsneth's lightning comes towards him. And so, he pulls the trigger... A blaze of pure red lighthning rushes towards the sith lords force attack at an equaly extraordinary speed.
The two powers encounters, and the following burst melts the very ice within the cave, because of the intense temperature. Both blue and red lightning are thus nulified by their own power yet the bullet still flies towards the Sith and swiftly passes just over his right shoulder, another shot is heard and another projectile flies simetricaly over the left shoulder of the Dark lord...
It is only after he sence a vague sensation of pain, that he see's his skin and cloak burnt just where the bullets previously flown by. It is then that he realised that these acursed metalic projectiles had actualy toutch him, and being done on purpose, not because of his reflexes... Tough if one did not have the precision to even strike precisely the tip of a pin, no one could execute such inhumaine technique!
As the Sith deducts what had happened, Ranka finishes his phrase in a quite... Aggressive tone, meaning his words as a threat, not the O so passive Jedi code...
[glow=red,2,300]I thus hold neither pity nor mercy towards your person Sith...[/glow]
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Post by Master Bondora on Apr 5, 2005 21:40:21 GMT
"You recited the jedi code, Yet I sense Darkness within you...Who are you?"
Azsneth drops is black cloak on the floor revealing a brown dark robe, he then raises is red lightsaber in a defensive stand awaiting to block any incoming attack.
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Post by Veran on Apr 5, 2005 21:53:00 GMT
Ranka spins his gun slowly, giving them the appearence of moving fluidly as he holster it. His hairs, still dancing in the wind after the explosion covers slightly his emerald eyes, usualy so cold, now burning with an inner hellfire. He holds his Katana downward with his right hand has his left is into a fist, putting it menacivly towards Azsneth...
"I am a Nem'Vaah master
a Dematri prince
a Lue Zhan
a sword lord
an Assyrian General.
I am the Deadly Shadow..."
Not even letting the Sith begin to wonder on the meaning of the words, Ranka takes his weapon with both hands, holding it as a dagger with the right and grabing the edge of the hilt with the left. To swing it into a movement that appeared as fast as light itself....
Through the entire complex of the tunnel, a metalic blade is heard to cut through the air as an apocalyptic cry, snow falkes rise from the ground and are cut, one by one by an echoe of emptyness... Created the the very swing of Ranka and ready to cut anything in its cursed path...
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Post by Master Bondora on Apr 5, 2005 22:00:45 GMT
Azsneth raises is lightsaber, barely blocking the incoming strike in time. The two swords lock on eachother making sparks of fire going everywhere in the cave. At great speed the Sith Lord twist left breaking the lock and strike upward hammering down is lightsaber at Ranka's head using the Dark Side of the force to fuel him.
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Post by Veran on Apr 7, 2005 0:45:27 GMT
Still without any use of the force, Ranka cannot block the incoming strike with any movements that would allow him to absorb the enhance strengh of Azsneth by locking his weapon with his...
Azsneth hammers down migthly with his saber but only strikes the ground where only a quarter second sooner Ranka stood. He saw his foes boots beside him as he realised Ranka had moved, though even then it was quite too late, Ranka gathered an immense wave with the force and unleashed it under Aszneths feet, making the sudden power to knock him down... Coohordinctly, the Blade the the Unholy Divines tip pointed directly at the Sith's heart and followed him in his fall... He closed his eyes to this horribly humiliating sight.
As soon as he would be innevitably stoped by the ground bellow, the blade would impale him and lead him to an undeniable fate...
Time seemed to slow down as he felt his back toutch the cold ground bellow, waiting for death to take him. Yet, he neither heard nor felt anything... Anything but being alive.
He opened his eyes he had the very tip of the blade directly above one of his cheeks and with an inhumainly swift movement, Ranka dissected the skin of the Sith, scarring him forever with a mark of defeat...
Ranka turned away from this pityfull being and started to slowly walk away, without any words, nor expectations from the Sith...
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Post by Master Bondora on Apr 7, 2005 1:12:23 GMT
Gathering his remaining strenght and his long-gone pride the Sith Lord rises himselfs from the ground in a last flurry rises his lightsaber and charges toward Ranka with great speed, using his passion, anger, hatred to fuel him.
"Die!"
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Post by Veran on Apr 7, 2005 1:37:28 GMT
In a distant whipser, Ranka cannot help but to express what he thinks; [glow=purple,2,300]Fool...[/glow]
At a speed which even light could not match, Ranka twirls his blade as he faces the Sith for a final strike. His transluent image his seen doubling with each passing moments and each shown movements.
The Sith's saber jumps in his hand as a monstriously powerfull blow makes it fly directly into the temples wall and as it toutched the stoned surface of the ancient complex, it crumbles, shatters and becomes but a shadow of what it once was as it dissapears under the large bricks...
Not wasting anymore time, Ranka's weapons trusts directly to Azsneth's hand and delibaratly cuts through it, directly in its middle like butter... Only after the Sith realises what happened, Ranka rises his blade as the hand is itself simetricaly dissected into two perfect halfs. A powerfull hiss flows through the Siths ears as his ruined hand is being now, completly torn off the rest of his arm with simply the sheer will of Ranka as he uses the force.
The dark lord feels everything, as if he would endure an eternal torture; one by one, the cells of his muscles being ripped, one by one his veins and nerves snapped and cut.
The sith falls to the ground, not a sound coming out of his mouth, thus great pains are silent... He simply can hear Ranka, and the outrage blasting into his mind...
[glow=purple,2,300]Aggressivity is essential to fight
Anger is primal for your agressivity
Hatred... Is simply a weakness! You loose yourself into a desperate and unthinked action against ones self. You simply end up destroying yourself with this specific emotion Sith![/glow]
The Dematri glares at the motionless Sith for a long time as silence finaly comes into this place... He puts away his Katana and looks away to walk towards the surface... Slowly...
[glow=purple,2,300]When we next meet, I hope for your sake that you will have learn at least this much from this fight...[/glow]
Into the shadows he walks,
And into the shadows he vanishes,
Away from the Sith's sight...
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