{OPEN} Beginner Saber Spar

[Alexander Dregar]

Raz dives forward in mid air, landing on one hand. His free hand held his light saber and he used it to swat away the attack like he would a gnat. Using the force and his incredibly tough physical training to accomplish this, he then lands and slashes from his bottom left, towards the top right. Then he jumps back, before giving a simple jab to the enemy’s stomach.

Time flowed erratically for him, the massive amount of force he gathered causing wind, and a shimmering mirage like effect around his body. “Attack me then! Show me you are worthy of being a Sith!”

 

[Baldoren Caldorik]

As he turned and sped toward the Yuzzem, Baldoren ducked the swipe and twisted out of the way of the jab. He then leaped, slashing quickly and precisely - light attacks so as to keep up his barrage, but heavy enough to cause damage if he got through.

He drove every attack with hate, keeping hold of his new found power.

 

[Mr. Teatime]

Arcturus rose an eyebrow. The supposedly 'angry' Yuzzem actually seemed fairly calm, and confident despite fair inexperience. The smaller child was... Well, some would call it 'rage', but he would call it 'angsty'. He was insulted, got angry, and attacked without real focus.

Eugh.

He was growing kind of bored. The younger one was very predictable. Though he was obviously using Ataru, he seemed to be unable to use any of it's acrobatics. But he was young. Perhaps he just hadn't been taught properly yet.

If this went on much longer he might join in.

 

[Alexander Dregar]

Raz grew tired of this. Time to end it. He called on the force and it answered. It filled his body, giving him strength and speed. He easily blocks each of the strikes, and begins throwing heavy attacks back at the boy. Yet, despite the strength behind them, they came quick. This would keep the boy on the defensive, and force him to use both hands if he plans on stopping any of the blows.

Since Raz was able to lift over 2000 lbs with relative ease, this would be a challenge for the boy. However, Raz only had to use one hand. With the other, he swiped in behind the blade, trying to light claw the boys chest, sides and back where he could. His feet kept moving forward with each strike as well, trying to push the boy towards the wall. Speed would not help the child in this situation.

Raz was not concerned about Arcturus.

 

[Baldoren Caldorik]

Baldoren found himself blocking manically, his furious attack turning to a desperate defence. He blocked thrice before the claws ravaged his body. For the next few seconds he blocked more strikes, unable to take a hand away from his weapon, taking more damage from the claws.

One last attack and he flew back through the air, rolling to a halt. He lay there, breathing heavily, a small amount of blood trickling from the claw wounds. His lightsaber rolled to a halt, now deactivated, next to him. He pulled himself up to one knee.

"You got me." He bowed his head respectfully "I have a feeling that I would f been dead in seconds if you had so wished."

 

[Alexander Dregar]

Raz’s claws never went in far, nothing more than scratches. He showed excellent control over his rage, and his great strength. These were crucial things to him. Strength was nothing without control. He growls as the boy goes flying. Deactivating his light saber, he reaches his massive hand down to the boy. “Your right. Had I used my force abilities, you would have been dust in a moment. I could have sent you through the wall into the next room.” Helping the child up, he tends to his wounds with bandages he had in his satchel, not caring about his own yet.

“But in the course of the fight, you grew more powerful. You can sense the force better, and use your rage to increase your abilities. You lack control, but how can one have control if there is nothing TO control? You will grow stronger, and become an enemy to be feared. Perhaps then we will fight for real, and perhaps then you will destroy me. Perhaps. I have more experience than you. One even smaller than you could beat me, if they had more than I.” Finishing with the bandages on the boy. “You are strong for one so small and young.”

 

[Baldoren Caldorik]

Baldoren grinned sheepishly, a liking for the Yuzzem growing on him.

"Thanks" he accepted the giant's help gratefully "One day, maybe. I'll be stronger than you!"

He winced.

"But that day won't be any time soon. Whats your name big guy?"

 

[Alexander Dregar]

Raz gives him a big, toothy grin. “Try until you are little cub. I am a hunter, but I know, my prey can always kill me if I let them. You must constantly get better!” He bows gently to the boy. “I am known as Raz Doran. What is your name?”

For a giant, beast like creature, he was strangely intelligent, polite, and wise. “And what brings you here?”

 

[Baldoren Caldorik]

"Baldoren Caldorik is my name. I was brought here by a Sith Crusader who found me on Taris just over a year ago. He didn't stay to train me though so I've only learned basic Ataru."

Baldoren could see the intelligence in Raz' eyes. The power that came with it. He found his lust for power growing, along with respect for his new found rival.

"Most of my teachers have said that I can't learn anything else without being tutored by a single Master. So I'm just waiting. How about you?"

Baldoren was aware of the other Sith, perching on the lamp. He wasn't too worried, but was intrigued by the odd weapon he carried.

 

[Mr. Teatime]

Arcturus had been patiently waiting for the end of the fight and, now that it was come, he smiled. Only a slight smile, but it was there in the shadow of his hood. He hopped down from his place on the pillar, landing smoothly upon the floor below. He said nothing at first, instead only striding toward the two. Though his gaze did not move, covered as it was by silken cloth, they would likely feel a presence. This was his sight, unfiltered.If I may... I am Arcturus He already heard their names, and thought it polite to introduce himself before making any further statements. I have never met one of your kind before. An interesting fight. His quiet voice seemed to carry, despite it's nature.

 

[Alexander Dregar]

Raz bows to the other man. As Arcturus got closer, he would feel his sight of Raz breaking up slightly. He had begun working on how to evade force detection, but wasn’t all that good at it yet. But it was a start. “Welcome. I am a Yuzzem.” Smiling at the boy. “You will find a master when the Dark Side says you will. Before then, learn the bits and pieces the other Acolytes have to teach you, just as you have done today. You will grow enough for a master to take interest in you.”

Then, turning back to Arcturus. “You are a much more powerful Acolyte it seems. But not a true Sith yet either.” Shaking his head he watches the other man carefully. “You can see, using the force, can you not?”

 

[Mr. Teatime]

Good perception. I see you as the Force does. And though he was cloaked in a veil, the veil was also in the force. Without adequate training, he was still fairly clear through it. Much like wearing a thin layer of cloth. You are technically covered, but not really. Anyone who had a passing use of force sight would no doubt see a blurred shape, but this was simply how he saw most of the time. He preferred not to use his eyes much.

His head inclined slightly, and turned towards Raz.I am no Crusader. However, I am an active member of the Sith military, and apprentice to General Oonoo. He also bowed, but not deeply. Not disrespectfully; He was simply extremely cautious at all times. Your ability to fight caught my attention. What else can you do?

 

[Alexander Dregar]

Raz growls in greeting, bowing slightly as well. “Hello Arcturus. And as to what I can do.” Concentrating, he gathers the force around himself. Then, pointing his hand at the wall, he unleashes it. The air swirls chaotically as a massive blast of force power mixed with the air around it, and blasted a hole straight through the wall. “That, as well as many other telekinetic abilities. I can easily sense others within a short distance around me. And I can rip the arms off a wookie.”

Chuckling he sizes up the man. “Perhaps we should fight, so you can see what I can, and cannot do?” However, his light saber was not activated, and it was more a question than a challenge. Raz’s force signature up close was one of pure confidence and power, but tempered with discipline and control.

 

[Mr. Teatime]

Gladly. With a small bow he backed away out of range. With a flourish and a roll of the shoulder he revealed his staff from between his cloak's strips of cloth, which were too heavy to get in the way during a fight. He adjusted the power setting on his lightsaber and placed his left foot forward, saber hand back and braced on the top of his arm, left hand forward, palm open. It was known as the Fool's Guard and was an archaic pole-arm combat stance. He didn't simply aim to 'learn' niman. He was going to master it, and this involved completing it. As far as he was concerned, Niman was incomplete. It was simply an amalgamation of all the styles before it to become balance. But he was going to improve it, and make it a balanced and 'overwhelming' style, all his own.

And this stance was part of that. It appeared leave him open to any long-range attack, but clearly braced for extreme range or force abilities via his moderately braced stance and forward palm.

Truth be told, I may have been looking for someone like you. Let us get on with it before the ground opens and swallows us whole, yes?"