A Little Unorthodox [Ask]

[DeathToll]

Swirling, flourishing, and twisting. Kemp had started with both lightsabers pointing down, holding his arms out loosely. From there, he began a twisting of his hips, allowing the one longer and the other shorter blades to dangle as he had learned in the archives. From there, just as he had seen the demonstrations, Kemp tried only one lightsaber; swirling it around in front of his body, twisting his rotating ribcage back, and continuing the swirl back behind him, and so on. Then he tried the other side, before finally attempting a slow version with both simultaniously.

Being a quick learner, as well as already having worked with swords of different kinds, Kemp began to speed up the flow of both "Aegir" and "Volos" in a yellow-blue blur about him like a tornado.

The rhythm of the swirling beams was in a three count, with the first of the three beats being the loudest as each beam made its first forward swing and start of the set of rotations. His arms looked serpent-like, as Kemp eyes himself in the reflector to make sure he was employing all the right muscles and looking the part. Sometimes turning his body as he practiced, Kemp turned to the side to get a profile view of how he was doing and decided to get fancy. Kemp switched the grip of the shoto in his left hand as he rotated it back, getting a stylized mis-step of the rhythmic sounds. Now he right hand kept the same flow of three beats, rotating around in front - to the side - and round in back; while the left shoto simply had two beats out in front from side to side.

Inside this sparring chamber - Kemp marveled at his left lat muscle from underneath his light blue tank top that he normally wore, as his arms tensed forwards. But then, Kemk realized he had company...

 

[Cisco]

Roran Grey had watched it all from the sidelines, looking through the door way. He had watched as Kemp spun around, with his lightsabers. He knew of the form, it was Ataru, if he was not mistaken. An acrobatic form relying on a Jedi's ability to move, well suited to close combat and single opponents. It wasn't without weakness however.

Beneath his mask he smirked slightly. He was curious as to how strong other Jedi were. He had already faced and beat another Jedi prior to this but he was just a Kid. The man in the sparring room however was older, possibly more powerful, a bit on the short side, but definitely more of a possible challenge then the Form I Practitioner he had faced.

'Looks like he Finally noticed me.' He thought to himself as the young man looked over to where he stood in the doorway.

Slowly he fully entered the room into the light. He was like a Phantom, His body completely wrapped in a pure black hooded cape that draped down from his shoulders and ended in frayed strands mere inches from the floor that allowed for only the tips of what looked like combat boots to become visible with each step. His face was hidden behind a gas mask, leaving everything to ones imagination.

"Having fun toying around are you?" He asked in a muffled tone as he came to a stop but a few meters away from his the Jedi Kemp.

 

[DeathToll]

Kemp's left fist tapped the edge of his thigh as he relaxed, dropping his weapons to his sides. His feeling of embarrasment to someone watching him as he eyed his own muscles soon disapeared as he realized he would have another chance to spar with at least someone who looked formiddable.

Kemp snuck in his feet back underneath himself from the wide stance. Kemp's head tilted as he eyed the elaborate costume. He himself didn't enjoy wearing Jedi garb as it all looked too ...holy or somethin. Kemp was no munk, and he liked it that way. His own black leather rubbed and moaned as he moved and shifted in place. He let but a moment pass as he processed all this and returned to the now.

"Ha!! Wanna spar?!?"

Kemp's usual over-the-top volume level might have come as a surprise. Every so often it did, as that was just the everyday energy level of his enthusiasm. Kemp totally bipassed the possible alien's question, and so he felt he needed to address it. Though, with another quality of his, he swirled the shoto around before him and back to the upright position in hand.

"..Unless you just came to watch guys fool around with their swords?"

And with that, Kemp snapped into position. His right arm held high behind him, his left out front and low; he had the look of a scorpion, the shoto horizontal to the floor before his waist and the other at an angle over head and pointing at Roran. Kemp held there in a deep bend with his left foot forward. He was thinking of mostly using his left hand at first and misleading his opponent, as he often did when weilding single hilts, to seem a 'lefty' and surprise him.

Something that also gave Kemp an advantage was self-made straps, with which his sabers could quickly and easily be latched onto or into. At the small of his back was a little contraption which allowed Kemp to slap the shoto into place and be held there, and just as easily - he could grip the shoto there, and with a flick of the thumb, release the clips and pull the hilt out into use. A similar, yet simpler, contraption lay camoflauged into his upper right thigh for the other lightsaber; almost like a holster, in the way that his lightsaber could be slid or stabbed into place and just as easily yanked out into use.

Kemp nodded, expecting fighting now and names later. It was one of his quirks, saving the niceties for last. That way, names would mean more to him after he had come to know their fighting skills and styles.

 

[Cisco]

Roran smirked, had to admit. The man before him definitely had fighting spirit. It was quite refreshing to see that in a person, especially a Jedi, even if it was something you'd expect more from a sith. Regardless of that though, a man should not base his opinions on mere appearances and words, all of which actions spoke louder than, in his opinion at least; of which he had many regarding the subjects of philosophy on some points, when it came down to it.

He Jedi began to take a few steps back, slowly beginning to circle in what seemed to be very slow foot over foot steps. His cloak rustled slightly, indicating some movement was going on beneath it. It would seem as if he was analyzing his opponent, getting a feel for him, gauging Kemps every detail from approximate strength, flexibility, where he had it and where he didn't.

As the man came to a stop about thirty degrees to the left of Kemp his arm swung out, the force ripping through the air around him as his cloak was blasted open in showmanship, his hood falling down to reveal short brown hair on a distinctly humanoid head that would belong to a Caucasian male. The rest of his cloak falling behind his back to reveal his clothes. He was dressed in a distinctly military type of dress. Dark brown laced Knee High boots with metallic caps on the toe, Metal kneepads just above that, A pair of cargo pants slightly lighter than the boots, a matching button up military like jacket with a pocket on each side of the chest, finally his hands were covered with black leather gloves of which the index and ring finger of each was cut off. He didn't appear to be your standard Padawan, a ruse.

He moved his arm, pointing to the man in front of him, his thumb index and middle fingers extended. "This isn't going to be like the Ladder Tournament." He said through his mask in a gravelly tone. He lowered his hand. "Winning means nothing here, If you hit me I'm not going to stop, I'll keep coming till I can't." He said Announcing his intentions before they would start.

The lightsaber at his waist seemed to jump to his open hand and ignite. Much like Kemp had his own unique weapon, a light pike, Roran had his own. A Green lightsaber with four emitters perpendicular to the main one that when ignited created a four pointed guard at the base of the saber.

"Now, Have at me." He called out in challenge to the more offense minded Ataru practitioner. He lowered his blade so that it was pointing at a sixty degree angle towards the floor and turned his body so that he was near completely sideways from Kemps point of view. Form two Makashi, Opening stance.

 

[DeathToll]

Kemp did _not _move _a _muscle. As the cloaked figure circled Kemp, only a well structured physique could be discerned from the statuesque Padawan in black leather and the light blue tank. Kemp's eyes became slits as he watched to the side of his left shoulder, where the human finally made himself known.

Kemp saw the metal pieces, and suspected hand to hand training; as well, expected those legs to not be an issue for what he was planning. However, Kemp knew that things usually didn't go as planned. In fact... what was he thinking? Kemp doesn't even know how to plan a structured meal. Well, he was getting better in his training, and had a few new surprises for the man ...who apparently attended his last duel... or at least new of his involvement in it. Kemp almost began to become full of himself, as word of his lightsaber pike must have spread amongst others of the Jedi; but he quickly snapped himself out of any distractions. Kemp felt extra loose today, and the freedom of the tank top without his usual leather top over it had him feelin stretched out.

And with those welcoming words, Kemp began the duel. Still having not moved a muscle, Kemp shot over his eyes to the right-side wall to both gauge his surroundings and fake out the man before him - then shot them back to his opponent, who was far enough away that in the instant that he had broken eye contact Roran could not have made any attempt that Kemp could not defend against.

In that moment, Kemp swirled back around towards his right with a distance-closing pivot upon his left foot; changing weight onto his right foot, and swung a hard upward diagonal slice from Roran's right to left that would reach Roran with Kemp's nearly full extension. As such, Kemp's quick spin would unfortunately show off his speed to come, as well as manage to keep the fight's first possible contact until that single hard swing.

In his form, Kemp held the yellow shoto upright at a diagonal in close to his body and following the line of his angle. The blue beam would cut through the air before his body and further out than his planted right foot. Kemp half expected the man to dodge the attack completely, if not for that downward pointing lightsaber guard of Makashi. If there were any onlookers or passerbys, it would look as though Kemp was insistently batting away the man's guard on purpose ..rather than aiming for a body blow.

 

[Cisco]

Together their lightsabers hummed loudly, as if waiting for the duel between the two to begin. The tension in the air was rising, neither of the two could have been completely calm, regardless of how psyched Kemp seemed to be. Roran knew the first few exchange of blows would likely be slow paced, weaker, and uncertain in nature. Once the adrenaline started flowing things would get interesting. Their movements would speed up, reactions quicken, their muscles would put out more power, and they would fight with all their skill. That was something in due time though.

His opponents feint had not fooled Roran. As tempted as he was to look over or at least peek in the direction that Kemp had looked he had sensed nothing in that direction. Not to mention the fact he knew the door was off to the other side. He would have to admit though, The opponent was somewhat smarter than he looked. Roran did have the advantage though, his arms reach was likely much longer and his fighting style was much more suited to lightsaber on lightsaber dueling than Kemps, not to mention that using one blade a person can have greater control than using two.

The Jedi Held in place as His opponent began his attack, Watching as he spun around and and came to him. Increasing power through Momentum in wide slashes, something you would see a lot of in Ataru. As the attack came to a close the Jedi made his own move against it. The movements in his arm with minute as he drew his hand slightly to the left and then back to the right to Kemps own. Their blades sparked as they made contact, Roran's blade beginning to alter Kemp's course as it glided upwards. With a lift of his right and forward leg he shifted himself back about half a foot, adding a slight bit of power behind his already firm grip as he pulled up on his lightsaber, parrying Kemps once diagonal blow straight upwards.

It wasn't over right then though as he rapidly drew his saber back and leaned forward placing down his right foot with a slightly bent knee and using his own forward momentum for a light stab towards the chest just before pushing off with his right to take a quick step back in what was a quick change of position taking little more than a full second. The attack should have been easy enough to block.

 

[DeathToll]

Kemp's blue saber was sent upwards by Roran's manipulation. He did not attempt to use that saber against Roran's again, instead reacting to cut Roran's final retraction short.

As Roran began to stab out, Kemp's body had already begun twisting around behind Roran; lifting his shoto in a twisted down position to guide Roran's saber further forward. Spinning towards his right shoulder, they would face back to back for a split second as Kemp's shoto held against Roran's saber - while wrapping his right arm up and in front of his own face, to spin around fully and swipe a horizontal slash through the back of Roran's neck with all that wound up momentum.

Kemp half expected Roran to step forward/away and out of reach, since they now moved in oposing directions; that is, unless Roran did not react quick enough and stuck to his retraction where he had previously believed to be moving back and away from Kemp.

[Further explanation] ..Due to the timing of Kemp's rotation around Roran, Roran would be shifting forward with his stab at the same time as Kemp spun around him. Also, since Roran had stabbed his right hand forward with the saber, he'd be somewhat blind as he turned around to face what kemp had in store for him; which Kemp had a backup plan, as Roran's saber almost missed Kemp's shoto - meaning Kemp was able to also retract the shoto and bring it in close to his body at the same time as his wide slash and prepare for a possible need for defense there in. Kemp had began facing one direction, completed a full rotation plus a quater turn that led him to end facing the opposing direction.

 

[Cisco]

(Sorry For the Delay.)


So, you can hold your own. Swell.

The thought rang out through his mind as he watched carefully as Kemp used his Shoto to hold Roran's blade blade in place while moving back, Keeping it from swiping at him as he span around. Behind him during his stab. It would seem that he was using his weight and foot work to his advantage. Smart.

As Roran had already shifted his weight in his initial attempt to put distance between them, which had failed because Kemp was now on his way behind him, He didn't have many options so what he was about to do was a shot in the dark. He lifted up his forward foot and the toes of his left off the ground, He began to pull back on the blade, swinging it up over behind his head as he used the momentum he had already built up to spin on his heel towards his foe.

Their blades connected behind him as he spun around, both singing in a high pitched screech as they connected. As he came to a close in the spin he yanked up on his blade with a two handed grip, pulling it up and out of the way as he spun around and faced his opponent, his blade held over in head for what could be an overhead strike, Instead of following through though he took another quick step back to put some distance between them, His lightsaber deactivating as it was lowered down to his waist.

"Decent." He said with a chuckle as he reached up behind his head and unclipped something. The gas mask falling from his face to the ground with an audible 'ting'. There was a small smile on his face as he looked to his opponent. "You can handle yourself, That's a given. Who all have you fought before?"

 

[DeathToll]

To Kemp's surprise, his blade was deflected away as he watched the Jedi contort himself around to face him once again. Though, it would have been the end of this contortionist if Kemp was holding two standard length sabers, instead of a shoto and a standard length saber; because, as Roran turned around and moved his and Kemp's sabers up, Kemp's shoto was already reaching out with a point at the enemy's throat. Throughout the turn, the use of his lightsaber, and finally as he moved away... Roran would have seen Kemp's free shoto pointing and reaching through the air between them for that throat.

Letting "Aegir" fall back down to his side and away from Roran, Kemp held out "Volos" with a straight left arm; standing with his left arm forward and out like a promise to win this duel, the yellow beam hummed there between them in this moment of pause.

Pause? Pause... Kemp didn't understand the use of pauses in a fight. It only lead him to believe he was dominating, however quick it was to judge in such a short amount of time. His gaze was penetrating, lowered with a ferocity and angled seriousness; but after a couple seconds, his light-hearted and energetic smile emerged happily.

"I've fought Battlemaster Augustus! I've fought Vortigen! I've fought Chora... and Jarak! A lotta training droids! And some crime lord's body guards that you wouldn't know.."

Kemp gave a little more information than was asked, but such was his way; still leaving out a good amount of other Padawans he had faced in so many group classes and random spars here and there. Especially emoting a look of happiness when speaking the name Jarak, it may or may not show that they are friends. Though, through the enitre list of names, Kemp kept his enthusiastic fervor and animated facial expressions moving a mile a minute. Yet, still his left arm held out that shoto with a threatening promise. His lines of form were naturally owned, a fighter in pure blood form; ambidexterous and proud of it. If he wanted to, he could twirl the short hilt around in his fingers and disengage the beam to throw the hilt with an activation of the beam at the last second so that it would ignite as it flew towards its victim. Of course, Kemp only chuckled at the thought of doing this, but would never throw away his lightsaber like that. Perhaps one day, when he could just as easily call it back through the air? But for now, he would only play with such thoughts in his childish mind.

Kemp's childish looks mirrored his mind now, as his eyes darted down at the helmet already on the floor and then back up at his opponent; his body able to hold motionless with discipline when he was motivated to do so (meaning that he was attempting to show off). Letting his eyes do most of the talking, he gave some words to couple the look he gave to the sign of respect among fighters (Roran's act of taking off his mask).

"Should I be honored? ...or did'ja just need to take a breather?"

 

[Cisco]

Roran simply watched motionless as Kemp went off, his eyes affixed to the blade pointed towards him. So, he'd fought a master that likely wouldn't go serious with him, Vortigen who he didn't know, Chora who he thought was likely a Jedi, And Jarak who he also had no idea who that was, a bunch of emotionless droids and a bunch of no name thugs. That was the issue with these Jedi, they were all wet behind the ears. This one obviously less so than the last but still.

His hand began to ruffle within his robe as he thought about it. This was a Jedi Duel, using a weapon he had little to no experience with. So far he'd just been running on previous battle experience and quick thinking. With Kemps experience with the weapons versus Roran's all around experience it would seem the two were sitting just about on equal ground. He still wished he had an actual sword though, regardless of if it was dull or not.

"Well then. it seems you've had a bit of Battle experience. Good Good. I myself have had more than my fair share of...Blood letting." He said calmly, with emphasis on that final word, it was an act of intimidation as if to hint he's killed before. There wasn't exactly anything to hint that he was lying about the fact either.

A deep and somewhat extended guttural chuckle echoed out from him as he pulled his hand back from inside his clothes, an Auto-injector barely peaking out from the sides of his glove as he popped the plastic cap off which hit the floor with a 'ping'. "No, I didn't stop to take a breath, I've barely moved the whole fight, in comparison to you. And not something so grand as to Honour you Mr.Aeschylos." He spoke as he held the injector up, letting the light reflect off of it a bit.

"No, my objective here is simply to take it up a few levels. There are different states of mind a person can be in while doing something. Anxiety and Relaxation, Worry and Control, Boredom and Arousal. Each sits opposite one another. Each emotional state is different and more importantly affects how a person performs. Which is why abilities such as Dun Moch can work so well disrupting an opponents ability to fight."

"There are two more sets of emotional states. Apathy and Flow. I need not discuss Apathy but Flow is the most important. Flow represents devoting all your concentration to a single thing. The deeper you go the faster you can work, Respond, and respond without thinking. A master of something can reach this state fairly easily. I imagine you're bored of this Lecture by now. So I supposed me should probably get back to the game."

With a smile He pressed the needle to his neck and pressed down on the button. Within mere seconds a fire like feeling had begun to spread through his body. He could feel his heart begin to pound heavily and his breath had deepened. He let the thing drop to the floor and crushed it beneath his boot.

"Also Mr.Aeschylos. There's something I forgot to tell you." He said as he closed his eyes and raised his lightsaber in front of his chest and face, taking a single deep breath in. "I'm not actually right handed."

As he ignited his blade he jolted forward towards Kemp with an almost inhuman burst of speed as he rapidly closed the distance between the two. As he neared Kemp he Suddenly leapt forward slightly, his body contorting around during the short midair segment so that the left side of his back was showing towards Kemp, His head looking over his shoulder towards his opponent. As his left and forward foot came into contact with the ground it was already extending, pushing off the ground and sending him into the air once more. This time though his whole body contorted as he completed the 360 Degree spin, His left arm held out at near full extension as he touched the ground with his first foot and began to pull through as he transferred the full power of his sprint, spin, arm strength, and weight as his second foot came down into the most powerful strike he could, One that would start just below Kemps right shoulder and end just above his Pelvis on the left side.

'You're.....Mine'

 

[DeathToll]

[BEFORE ATTACK]

Kemp's telling eyes warped open violently, those brown eyes blown yellow cyclone-swirled from the glow of his still pointing shoto in his outstretched left hand.

'Blood letting'... The words cut deep into Kemp's mental guard, having recently dealt with such feelings of remorse for the manner with which he killed in the name of defending those he now wished he hadn't. And though he'd probably never see those two again, Kemp would always keep their faces at the back of his brain; a mental record of those first, the ones who brought him his purpose as a Jedi... the ones who will see their crimes paid for... the ones who saved his life.

Those eyes of his squeezed tightly, slitted in observance of his opponent's sublte movements as he lectured on and on. 'Mr. Aeschylos'. This guy had guts. He definitely wasn't the average Jedi, Padawan or otherwise. If Kemp had earned any title, it was 'Padawan'. No normal Jedi would talk like this. And then the glint of a sparkle that caught Kemp's eyes. Kemp was beginning to have trouble holding back, his arm beginning to shake. It didn't matter how Roran interpreted it. Two out of three ways to look at it, and Roran would be underestimating Kemp.

Roran seemed to speak with aggression or arrogance, Kemp couldn't decide which. Kemp's gaze lowered. Roran injected himself. His next move was becoming generally obvious. Kemp squeezed tight his grips. Roran smashed the shiny needle beneath his boot. Kemp witnessed Roran's aggressive and almost threatening action, just as he felt a rising level of activity within Roran. It was clear he was going to charge Kemp. Kemp's back heel lifted, unnoticeably off of the floor. And then Roran confirmed it, practically declaring war by that give-away about the 'right-handed' bit. Kemp had planned to use that line a dozen times over, and knew exactly what that meant. And he was up to the challenge...

[ATTACK]

(HINT: Kemp's Attack - switch/duck/twist)​

Roran burst out with incredible speed, like the igniting fire of a struck match. Having faced this same instance before against Chora and other Force Speed users, those who wished to close the distance he usually kept at first to goad them into charging, Kemp was prepared. That yellow shoto was the perfect target, the perfect distraction; like a red cape to a charging bull. Kemp's feet instantly popped off of the ground like straining rubber, bent in the wrong direction and itching to explode back to its normal form; Kemp hopped a switch of his feet (replacing his back right with his left, and replacing his forward left with his right) with a push off the balls of his feet. His head stayed exactly the same level. With a quick swap, Kemp had reacted somewhat blindly to Roran's burst of speed; though giving Roran a feinted target with that short pop-up in place. Roran would spin around, expecting Kemp to be there still.

By the time Roran was coming around with his final swing, Kemp was reacting to Roran's first foot plant before the second jump; however, since Roran's movement was exactly straight forward, his first left foot plant only acted as a warning to give Kemp enough reaction time. Immediately when Kemp had popped those switching feet (back when Roran had just burst into his charge), Kemp's right shoulder heaved forth and his left shoulder pulled back with his body's core motion; his right arm swirled Aegir around counterclockwise before his face and around his back with the leading motion of his shoulder, and his left arm pulled back Volos for the catching surprise. Volos would be practically hidden to Roran's eyes (as at this time, Roran would have planted his left foot securely and unavoidably for that second jump), since he turned away and around and since Kemp turned his yellow beam away. For a fraction of a second, Roran had lost contact of his target. A fatal mistake.

While Roran had broadcast his entire sequence since even before he made his move, though still a blur through the physical act of it, Kemp had moved to cut short his attempt ...even shorter than expected. Force Speed users always expected their opponents to flee or attempt to block or stop them, and Kemp caught them everytime with his own aggressive forward engagement; instead closing the distance further, not fearing their attack, and attempting to anticipate their end result.

Just after Roran's left foot pounded into that second jump of a 360 spin attack, Kemp ducked way down with a swooping in towards Roran and a twist away to his right; Kemp's shoto cutting in and up, dodging Roran's attack entirely by shifting under and forward with a lunge before the aimed area that Roran sought to strike. As Roran came around and down with that aireal slash, Kemp would already be underneath and nearly passed Roran and lifting up from his bend; his yellow shoto cutting up through the side of Roran's gut. Aegier would have successfully guarded Kemp's body in relation to Roran, following the same motion and movement as Roran; perfectly situated inbetween the two combatants, and would be the first beam to come into contact with Roran's beam ...if any. Volos would have been a ghost, though Kemp held back only slightly so that he wouldn't cut open Roran's side completely and would only carve a cut along the flesh just underneath his ribcage. Though, Kemp was not the best at controlling his aggression and would most likely not be able to hold back as much as he may try. A full out version of this slice would cut Roran horizontally open from naval to side completely, and Kemp aimed to only cut an inch deep; so his actual level of control would suggest the result be somewhere in the middle or closer to the full out version. Roran would still be transitioning from air to ground as Kemp's slash cut through its trajectory; Roran unable to instantly change direction and fly through mid-air. And as Kemp slid through the ducking motion of his attack, the whole second (all of this, Roran's and Kemp's respective attacks, happens in just about a single second's time) replayed in slow motion through his mind...

[INSTANT REPLAY]

Roran bursts into sprint. Kemp pops a switch of his feet, less than an inch off the ground. Roran leaps and lands onto that left foot to pound into the air for the 360 rotation, his eyes leaving Kemp behind. Kemp lands, with Aegir already passing over him, into a deep bend and begins lowering for the surprise waist slice in Roran's blind spot. Roran takes off fully into the air and spins around furiously, his left wielding arm outstretched back for full force. Kemp is fully lowered in his swooping motion, cutting up Volos to meet Roran's open waist. Roran essentially brings down his strike, and missing his intended target - overshooting Kemp's short stature and anticipating movements. Kemp's shoto, Volos, slices through Roran's unsuspecting side, while Kemp's other saber, Aegir, both guards his face and body as well as possibly guides Roran's saber clear over him. Volos is held before Kemp's face while twisting away through the slash, prohibiting any interrupting knee attack. Aegir is also moreso wielded in preparation for its follow up attack, that would eventually swing around for a possible slice of its own; normally cutting through the open back of his opponent, but in this case more likely to swing around for another held point at Roran (probably the back of his neck or head).

'Your mine'...

((of course, much of this is probability. should you be able to change things, what I've stated here is not set in stone until you confirm any of it or none of it. ...talk about long posts eh? ...geezz))​