Darkness, Hail... [OPEN to Sith]

[DeathToll]

[[ OPEN to Sith only!!! Kemp is on the verge of Knighthood or death. Most ranks are welcome, from Acolyte to Lord. Have at thee!!! ...if thou darest? ]]​

...Eyes wandering beneath the layer, soft coloured skin lidded shut over the storm.​

It was within these days that such a young teaming star in the Force burned its brightest, it seemed. He couldn't help it. He didn't want it. He did...

Kemp struggled, if only to reach those familiar sparring chambers he knew so well; so centering were they to his psyche in all their simple square shapes, caging to his inner most chaos. Though, it was not his own chaos he squinted at. It was his eternal peace... his end.

A strange and clouded vision had disrupted his sleep. It was a wonder that Kemp was still dreaming, deeper and deeper he fell. The darkness crying up towards the dimming heavens, walling up around him. A fog surrounded him and a strange row of seats lined up across his left. The cushioned backs emerged through the gray, and Kemp looked up. Soon, a fire roared overhead, dancing in the dark and caressing the air it devoured. He realized that he was crouching and stood to comprehend this world ...its atmosphere.

There in, his knuckles were shaking and he noticed the strength of the metal pike in hand. He relaxed that grip of a right hand and remembered his creation "Praetorian". It was at his side ...sparkling even in the dark.

He slowly spun it round and into hand, feeling its stirdy weight and calming presence of reliability. It was there for him. His eyes lovingly fell down upon its line, returning back to its silver ignition stud. His thumb reached it. Flick. The hiss of the blue beam shot up through a halo of smoke, hovering in a ring around its tip. Kemp eyed it from below, in worship of its greatness; both hands clutching at it for the light to guide his way.

But then, the darkness seemed to take on a density once not yet there...

 

[Black Noise]

Sogar barely remembered collapsing in his chamber after training for hours and hours on end, he barely remembered what he was even training before, and he only barely remembered what temple he fell asleep in.

Now, he found himself standing in the midst of training chamber, one he had never been in before, but felt as familiar as his own quarters. He slowly ran his hands through the smoke, the dark side here, it resisted against a light, but what light? There were no Jedi within a hundred thousand miles of any Sith temple, right?

He slowly reached for his lightsaber, plucking it off his pack, and holding it fondly in his hands. Suddenly, he was aware of the snap-hiss of another lightsaber, he glanced to his own saber, it was still deactivated. Sighing, Sogar wondered why his fighting wouldn't leave him be, even in the midst of his mind. He glanced up, staring at the blue beam of light through the smoke only momentarily, before igniting his own deep, blood red saber.

 

[DeathToll]

The second spew of light caught Kemp's full attention, as he spun around with a cringe. Looking behind him, it was nightmarish. The bare skull protruding horns crept out from the gasious gray, a beaming dark red threatening forth his working calm.

Kemp immediately dropped into a crossed-ready stance, sweeping his left leg back and holding the Phrik pike horizontally in parallel to the misty floor. The blood red light of Sogar's blade would show Kemp's outfit, a tight black suit of military issue, just as Kemp's blue fought back against Sogar's clothing. The two beams of light already clashing in air's existence.

"Who are you?!? Why have you brought me here??"

Kemp was bulbbing over with a rising energy in confusion, practically ready to bound into thrust with but a stutter of a word from the darkness before him..

 

[Black Noise]

Sogar looked at the Jedi before him, the human wielded a deadly blade, a saber pike made of Phrik. Sogar could see a strong light illuminating from the Jedi, as well as his blade. As the jedi called out his question, while preparing himself for a fight, Sogar simply decided to leave the Jedi in doubt, after all, this man was most likely only a figment of his dreams.

Sogar wordlessly pulled his lightsaber up into the classic Djem So offensive form, and without second thought, charged the human. He slipped into a quick sequence, drawing on the dark side of the force to aid him. Anger, passion, hatred, these emotions swirled around Sogar as he swung his lightsaber first down into a savage strike, before slipping down and preparing to strike again the instant he was blocked.

 

[DeathToll]

With Kemp's pike pointed out before him, he easily intercepted his enemy's first advance; though he was only pushed on - the way that the dark one ignored him.

Kemp swirled the blue beam around and ontop of the first strike, slamming it down into fog and then hooked a quick side-swipe with the blunt end of the pike across his body before the second strike could be made. With a twist, the metal tip was aimed straight for the dark one's jaw line.

 

[Black Noise]

Sogar, seeing his attack fail, quickly ran through the strategies that would allow him to block this next strike, he went with the one that first popped into his head. Sogar let go of his lightsaber with one hand, keeping it in his other while he reached out, and caught the Phrik pike with his hand. Sogar smiled at the Jedi, his superior strength was the only thing that allowed him to stop the pike, if he had been even the tiniest measure weaker, then the pike would have continued on to crack his jaw.

Sogar, while holding the pike, suddenly ran lightning through it, despite the extreme strength it took to hold on.

 

[DeathToll]

Already expecting the need to dodge his enemy's lowered lightsaber down passed Kemp's side, Kemp lept up and over the dark one to land directly behind an unsuspecting backside.

In the instant that Sogar had put forth the concentration and effort into catching and conducting the metal pike, Kemp had already flown clear overhead. The pike lit up and Kemp's hands instictively released at the slight burn, yet found two horns within their clutches less than a second later. Kemp landed behind Sogar with more than a firm grip upon the shorter one's horns. And with a twist to both their right, Kemp's left leg crossed behind both of Sogar's calves and both arms yanked the Sith back to slam his turning face into the ground back behind.

If Sogar attempted at following Kemp around, it would only serve to aid in Kemp's yanking force in that direction. If Sogar did not turn, he would be just as suseptable and unable to take the violent yank upon his neck and head. Sogar's one hand was lowered, and thus unable to react fully to Kemp's maneuver; his other hand held the pike at its tip and in a manner in which he would not be able to attack until adjusted. The fluid landing from the overhead arc would lead to even more power behind Kemp's yanking throw, and Sogar's feet would get caught by Kemp's sweeping leg. The speed at which Kemp had grabbed onto Sogar's horns would not allow for his to manage an early escape either. He had Kemp's pike, but Kemp had his head. Sogar was goin down..

 

[Natise]

A dark presence could suddenly be felt throughout the room. A small purple light came to life a few feet away from the two, then it started flying towards Kemp at a rapid speed, spiraling as if it had been thrown. The smoke cleared though to show Leiden jumping through the smoke, slashing his lightsaber down at Kemp, attempting to decapitate Kemp, whose hands were currently busy holding onto Sogar's horns.

 

[Black Noise]

Sogar, spying his chance, ripped his head to the side, pulling away from Kemp's grasp. But since Kemp had both his hands on Sogar's horns, Sogar had kept hold of the Phrik pike while pulling away, wrenching it out of Kemp's reach. Sogar, whether Kemp held on or not, would make sure the like didn't end back up in the Jedi's hands.

 

[DeathToll]

Sogar pulled away before Kemp had a chance to fully engage the yanking throw, thus Kemp was also pulled away and not in line with Leiden's attack.

Kemp gasped at the missed beheading.

Still holding on with one hand, with Sogar's yank in that direction and away from Leiden - Kemp followed through with a hard right punch into Sogar's temple, his blind spot, and his already committed head jerk. And just to make sure his fist hit home, Kemp added a yank left on Sogar's already leftward head motion to free up the rightside temple area that Kemp's knuckles crashed into.

The second dark one's addition to the fight would place them at a poor angle, Kemp behind Sogar and thus out of Leiden's reach.

 

[Black Noise]

Sogar leapt backwards, ripping his horn from Kemp's hand, he had no fear of the newcomer, despite not being able to see him. He felt the darkness eminated(sp?) from him, and that gave Sogar a sense of security. He stood silently, his eyes closed, his head swimming from where Kemp had hit him in the head. He drew heavily on the force, letting it be his guide and his eyes as he spun the pike in unision with his own lightsaber.

He waited, waiting for the newcomer to make a move, and waited for his head to clear.

 

[Natise]

* Do not rely on me you weakling! This is your battle, prove yourself! *

Leiden yelled this viciously, deactivating his lightsaber and scooting back a few feet to give the two beginners space.

 

[DeathToll]

Kemp, feeling the shift in Sogar's body (as Kemp's chest was up against Sogar's back), Kemp matched Sogar's leap and stayed exactly in the same position behind him.

The other dark one's words only brought a growing smirk to Kemp's face. He was wise to stay away, as his actions would have only got in the way and probably ended Sogar in the tangle.

Kemp, using Shatterpoint technique, slapped his right hand onto Sogar's knuckles (the same hand holding Kemp's pike) and triggered a twinge of the Force within the bone's therein - with a quick squeeze. Immediately, the middle bone in his hand would snap at its weak point, and Kemp followed with a twist of that wrist abruptly. The twist might even further break bone. Still guiding his place behind Sogar, Kemp's other hand was placed upon the evil one's back. If Sogar had attempted to yet again get Kemp off of his back, he would fail as Kemp would simply shift with him again. If Sogar tried to cut Kemp's hand off with his own lightsaber, he'd only cut off his own.

Kemp had interrupted the flourish of both weapons, easily finding the perfect grip as his body and limbs shadowed Sogar's...

 

[Black Noise]

Sogar felt himself cornered, the other Sith had reprimanded him for even attempting to rely on his help, a rightly said reprimand, but a stinging one nonetheless. He felt the snapping of his bones and the Jedi taking back the Phrik saber pike. He felt every move in the room-
But he did not see it.

Sogar had yet to open his eyes, though still he knew the position of everything in the battle. The sudden flash of pain aided to Sogar's growing anger, and he decided to attempt to stop these charades as soon as possible. Sogar suddenly drew in the force, gulping it in as fast as he could, compressing it, then he released it, blasting outwards. The quick repulse was enough to rip up Kemp, the Jedi would be forced to back off Sogar, or be torn to pieces. Though it was only trading one fate for another, if Kemp let go, he would fly away from Sogar, if he didn't, he would be torn apart.

 

[DeathToll]

Kemp's fist tightened around the metal of the pike, though his left hand was no longer gripping onto Sogar. And Kemp was thrown away as he covered his face, with the pike in hand; flying back more than several feet to his back.

Kemp tumbled away and into the fog with the blue glow of his lightsaber pike giving his far position away, having been sent even further away from the other dark one.

Kemp lifted to sit up, sliding only one foot up flat upon the floor; that knee up near his chest. His right arm crossed over his whole body and he saw Sogar and the other one just passed the silver sparkle of his beloved pike. He'd gotten it back. He showed his teeth with a smile, and prepared to lift off...

 

[Black Noise]

Sogar snapped his eyes open, and without another thought he unleashed a massive arc of devistating lightning towards Kemp. Without even watching for if it hit, he released another arc from his other hand, then another, over and over again.

He wasn't giving any quarter, he wanted this Jedi to die. By now Sogar was realizing that this is more than just a dream, this was a vision, and this Jedi was no figment of his imagination, he must be real.

 

[DeathToll]

Sogar, without a moment's hesitation and -aparently- without turning towards Kemp, unleashed the first arc of lightning blindly; the arc missing off to Kemp's side, but jolting Kemp into a hastened seriousness.

Though it was unnecisary, Kemp batted away at the air to his right with the blue blur of his lightsaber as he thought the lightning was coming after him. Scurying away and to the left, he kept chasing Sogar's backside as he turned to face Kemp. Though this was only an immediate solution, Kemp only managed to dodge the first lightning strike by Sogar's haste and managed to dodge the second arc by chance - his lightsaber managing to catch any stray bolts should they even come near his fleeing feet; Kemp sidestepped into a double-rotation side flip as he dodge another arc, crackling into the ground where he once stepped - his body flat out behind him and parallel to the floor with a limited and shrunken target as he released a precise Force Push with his free hand. His other hand held the pike with the blue beam out before him almost like the blade of a windmill, more than likely to catch any lightning should Sogar manage a last minute attempt.

Kemp had not yet reached the third player's position in his little run-around, so was not facing any danger from him; but had managed to no doubt begin to wear this first opponent down a bit. Not to mention, if Kemp got in close again - this guy's one hand was broken into misuse.

 

[Black Noise]

Sogar continued to blast lightning, with an injured hand he knew he wouldn't last in lightsaber combat, so he needed to stop the jedi with the pure power of the force. Suddenly, Sogar had a quick premonition, it was only a single image, of him being blasted away by a force push.

Sogar, once again thankful that he was an Iktotchi, pulled back with his lightning for a split second to blast outward with force push. However, he missed countering it, by only a few inches, and his premonition of being hurled away came true. Sogar was flung back by the force push and onto his back, grunting, Sogar preformed a ground kip and jumped back up onto his feet.

 

[DeathToll]

Kemp rolled to a stand, then burst into a charge. He didn't have time to think, didn't have time to wonder why he had been brought here. Boosted by the Force, Kemp sped straight at Sogar to close the distance. Kemp did not aim to pass him, but rather skid to a stop just before Sogar with a quick and short two-handed diagonal slash with the pike out before his body; a nice bend with the action to set up his next movements.

 

[Black Noise]

Sogar, only able to use one hand, swung his lightsaber into a downward block, barely escaping being cut in two. Sogar now was getting another image, one of himself getting stabbed through the chest. He knew that Iktotchi premonitions didn't always come true, and that they were of the changeable future. Thus Sogar was extremely determined to make sure that this premonition would be reversed, and it would be Sogar who killed the Jedi.

He reached out with his broken hand, then fired off another blast of force lightning at the same time that he blocked with his saber, but since his hand was broken, Sogar couldn't control the lightning, and the blast was sent carreening around the Jedi's head, missing him.