Trillan Darksword Vs. Reanin Stormwind

[Nayl Marquise]

*Trillan awaited his opponent in the ring. He was kneelind down, resting the center of his weight upon the heels of his feet which had been neatly tucked under his body in his kneel. On the ground in front of him rested a Lightsaber, it was a single hilted weapon, though this weapon, seeminlgy of ancient design and elegant craftsmanship had many secrets in which to be exposed within battle.

He arose, to break his meditation, and removed from his shoulders his cloak, which he folded and placed neatly on the ground only a few feet away from him. useing the force to do so. He turned to face the entrance to the arena. it wouldnt be long now.*

[Reanin]

*As Reanin stepped into arena her foot steps echoed through the large, almost empty room, whos only visible contents were her, and her opponent. She made eye contact with him, and steped so slowly and so swiftly torwards him, and as long as the brisk eye contact remained, she seemed still. She slowly moved her hand onto the hilt of her saber, and continued moving towards her opponent. Once the saber firmly in her grasp, she began to slowly pull it from her belt. When the saber was fully out of its resting place, she looked down at her feet, hoping it would singnal that the battle was now to begin...*

[Nayl Marquise]

*Trillan removed the Sapphirian blade from its resting place and with the slightest application of pressure upon its ignition button, it sprang to life. The blade radiating its Sapphire glow upon the facial features of the Jedi Knight, as he took the Stance of Reikon. A form that he created himself. One that she would soon come to cross blades with.*

"Your move"

[Reanin]

*She wasnt exactly sure what to do, because she was expecting him to make the first move, but she knew she didnt have much time to think of a good plan before there blades met. So she did the only thing she could think of, she placed both hands on her un-ignited saber, and pulled the saber back over her right shoulder. The Saber was still un-ignited as she swung it down towards Trillans neck, and ignited it only seconds after it had passed her own shoulder, the putplr glow of her saber reflected the anger in her eyes. She was sure she would not take him down in the first few minitues of battle, but she did know that this would get things going.*


OOC: I told you to start, this is my first battle! I dont know what the heck im doing you nut.

[Nayl Marquise]

*The blade of Sapphire clashed with the Amythest weapon of his opponent, and rained down upon the two combatants with miniture supernova that exploded from the coliding energy of the blades. The sparks burned his robes gently as he drew back, breaking the lock of blades that he had created, to counter her attack with one of his own. Swign his blade in an upwards arc that would seperate the thigh from her left leg if it continued without being defended against*

[Reanin]

*With no time to think about what was happening, she quickly built up the force particles in her legs, and didnt relase them until the blade was inches away from seperating her leg and thigh. The fprce jump which she used was just high enough to dodge the blow of the saber. Apon coming back down she held her saber so it would hit Trillan directly in the chest. She fought with her anger, which in her oppinion made her stonger, and more determined to dominate her opponent...*

[Nayl Marquise]

*He leapt backwards, the blade of Sapphire jutting outwards to bat away the weapon of his Opponent with a demonic strength, thus breaking her guard. Another backwards leap placed him a mere ten feet away from her, and he took a diffirent stance, holding his weapon as if it was a Staff, to revela to her the full capabilities of his weapon, as the other end of hte Sapphirian blade ignited, he took the double bladed varient of the Riekon form*

[Reanin]

*Reanin stared wide eyed at the second blade that had appeared on his saber. She knew Trillan was an amazing sowardsman, and that the secpnd blade would make the battle harder to win, but much more interesting to be a part of. She out-streached her right arm behind her, which was holding her saber, and charded twoards him, swinging her saber towards the right side of his hip with all her might. She knew if it were to hit him, it would be able to seperate his lower half from the rest of his body...*

[Nayl Marquise]

*In this instance, the double bladed Weapon acted as a method of easy defense for the Lord of the Sword, who simply rotated his wrist a few degrees, angleing his blade to defend perfectly against the attack on her thigh, halting her motion where she stood, by simply applying more pressure to the hilt of his saber allowing it to give no varying motion, even as the weight of her whole body had been given to the attack.

This, he noted, could and now would be used to his advantage, The back, and lower blade of his saber disignited and she stumbled foward having found herself leaning on nothing but air. Trillan twirled his saber and the front blade found a direct path towards her side, as she fell to the ground.*

[Reanin]

*Instead of falling face first onto the ground, she rolled fowards. She was unable to competley avoid his saber, but luckily it only sliced thruogh the very back of her robes. She quickly got off the ground, with her saber in her right hand, and faced her opponent. A small stream of sweat trickled from the top of her forhead and ran down her cheek. There seemed to be a firey glow in her eyes as she swiftly and smoothly moved her saber upwards so it was right under the bottom left side of Trillans rip cage. The purple glow of her saber left a trail of light in the air leading to his rib, showing how quickly the saber was actually moving.*

[Nayl Marquise]

*Trillan leapt upwards and to the left, proforming a sommersault, carrying his body over the blade that would have, if he hadnt reacted sooner, removed several of his ribs and vital organs..
The back blade re-ignited, as he applied pressure to the bottom of his hilt, and retracted pressure from the top of it, this pulling the front blade, angled high behind his left shouder, and sending his back blade on a path towards her left shoulder*

[Reanin]

*Giving her opponent no time to relize what she was doing, she quickly turned to the right, causing the saber to miss her shoulder and pierce the air where it was only seconds before. Her back was facing him only for a few moments before she used the force to back flip over his head, just out of reach of his saber. Apon landing she found her self facing his back, and thrust her saber towards the mid section of his spine.*

[Nayl Marquise]

*The back blade of the double bladed weapon, sprung into action as he moved quickly, shifting his arm position from one side of his head to another, the blade now vertical, as if following the spinal chord within his back clashed against teh Amythest weapon and batted it away, forcing the Shadourian to break her guard, within a timing that allowed it to perice through the side of his robes. Ironiclly in a sense, seeing as how they both now wore robes which had been tattered in the same exact location.

He quickly rotated on point, useing his left foot to pivot around, and disignit the back blade, and re-ignited the front, sweeping it downwards over his head, in a reversed grip, hoping to plunge a hole straight through the top of her now defensless skull*

[Reanin]

*Reanin gasped as the saber neared her skull, knowinw that if the saber were to hit, it would mean her certain death. She slighlty ducked, and swooped her head, then the rest of her body followed as she slid to the left. Her saber was in her right hand, and followed her movements. The blade swooped down from about the hight of his thigh, quickly down to about three inches above his ankles, which if hit, would be removed from the rest of his body.*

[Nayl Marquise]

*Trillan angled his double blade, the speed in which it shifted from its vertical position to reach the angle that he had requested was seen as nothing more than a blure of Sapphire light that seemingly radiated outwards from his hands in a focused cyllinder that was his Blade.

The purple saber clashed against his own, and there he held it, both Combatants locked blades at a low guard, just to the left of his left ankle