[OPEN] Return to Brutality

[Darkwasp]

Spoiler: OOC

This is a solo story about Despous and his return to the Sith Order. It is the beginnings of his particular story arc. If you can think of an amazing reason to be at the hidden temple of Darth Hayze then you are free to join Despous. If you do join; make sure you take a look at Entombed in Brutality to see what possibilities may await you.

I will respond approximately every 24 hours to advance the story, unless someone joins – then it will proceed like a regular thread. If you join and don’t respond in 48 hours (without letting me know) I will write you out and continue with the story. If you feel the lack of inspiration leaving you, try to drum up the last bit you have to creatively write yourself out of the story. That will save me time and undue aggravation in wondering if my thread is dying or not. :p

Despous
Once again my long black cloak gently kissed and caressed the desolate, snowy plains of ancient home world of the original Sith Empire. The Darkside energies of the planet danced and played about me, enticing me to drink of their empowering nectar. It had been far too long since I had been on a planet teeming so vibrantly with the dark and sinister energies of Bogan. I opened my senses and my body to receive the succulent power that was so graciously offered to me. Unfortunately with the invigorating power, came the biting cold winds of the planet. They howled and swirled, causing my robes to snap violently behind me and my face to go numb.

Even calling upon the Force to regulate my body temperature did little against the angry and freezing winds of Ziost. I would have to become much more proficient in the use of Tapas if I was to ever attempt to brave the deadly force of nature known as Hoth. If Ziost could test the limits of my body and abilities, then Hoth would surely kill me.

My heavy booted feet came to a stop at the gapping maw of a large cavern. It was an all too familiar place. Its visage had not changed in the twelve years that we had been apart. My mind instantly travelled to the treacherous traitor, Mur’rain. She had gotten what was coming to her, but it was unfortunately not by my hands. If only I had gotten to taste her sweet lips one last time; but alas that time has passed and a new era has begun.

My heart thumped heavily in my chest, forcing more blood through my extremities; in fervent anticipation. A devious smile spread across my vermillion lips, as my charcoal eyes examined the mouth of the cave. Perhaps the tomb of Hayze had more information than his marginally useful Holocron. The Darth’s gatekeeper droned on and on about his times with the Jedi, and then proceeded to try to (rather unsuccessfully mind you) teach me the secrets of his exceedingly deadly Force Lightning. The only techniques that I managed to glean from the incessant babbler were a few abilities to protect myself from the lethal arcs of electricity; something that would have been fairly useful when encountering my first Master, all those years ago.

I cupped the Bronzium pendant, which hung from my neck, in my gloved hand; my black eyes studiously tracing its captivating lines. This mysterious trinket had been the source of my relentless motivation for the past ten years. Darth Hayze had the same amulet; nearly identical in every way. What did it mean? Had that fool Xanthus had not made off with my prize, I would surely be a lot closer to my discovery. Instead, I had to trudge back to this dreaded place; in hopes that it held some key to my query. Surely Hayze had left something about the necklace somewhere.
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[Pureblood-Sin]

Having once more found himself on the ice-bound surface of Ziost, Sin'ryk pondered about what in the ancestors' name brought him here. Indeed, the Red Sith had pondered why he listened to the rumours that were whispered between Acolytes and Crusaders. They were simple, that a pair Acolytes, having heard of an undiscovered tomb somewhere in the frozen wastelands of Ziost, decided to venture there; however, they did so and supposedly reported falsely about what happened. Naturally, Sin'ryk didn't place much trust in rumours...however some may hold a single kernel of truth within their words, albeit severely distorted. Having gleaned what he could from rumours and official reports, the Sorcerer decided to take the risk and make his way through the frozen wastes; curious of the possibility that the two Acolytes had spoken much rot instead of the truth. Indeed, that was the way of the Sith; Sin'ryk on the other hand would plant the seed of knowledge and see if it were worth nurturing in the long run. As he trod his way through the snow-bound surface of Ziost; once more the Red Sith had cursed his own hunger for knowledge and desire to preserve it when it is found.

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The frozen winds nipped at Sin'ryk's red skin, even through his animal skin cloak. It would not be the first time that he pondered why those who remained behind established their capital on Ziost of all places. Why not Athiss or Dromund Kaas whilst the very first Empire was in its heyday. Dangerous as they are, at least those worlds weren't frigid hellholes. Given the innate survival-of-the-fittest mind-set of the Sith people, the Sorcerer kind of understood...or perhaps they felt they needed better defences against the Rakata as Korriban was ruined back then. Treading through those ancient wastes, dwelling upon that matter ironically was what kept the Red Sith's mind off the cold; that and the potential prospects for what he could discover if those Acolytes spoke false of what they had found. As his fiery eyes tried to pierce through the veil of ice and snow, it was then they saw something in the distance. Delving his mind into the Force, Sin'ryk could perceive an aura of Dark Side power through his second sight. In that instant, he knew he had found this ancient tomb. Korriban had more than it fair share of tombs; within the frozen depths of Ziost, there were many undiscovered treasures. The very air around him would dissuade many from seeking out such a quest. Swiftly, the Sorcerer raced to it; spurred by the prospect of both knowledge and shelter from the bitter cold. When he finally entered, Sin'ryk pulled down his hood and allowed his half-top knotted hair flow free. He inspected his facial tendrils for frostbite with his flesh-hand; content it was clear, Sin'ryk then checked his eyebrow stalks, ultimately coming to the same result. Once this was done, the Red Sith then proceeded to take a seat and meditate; letting the dark power that flowed within this place enter him. As he meditated in such a manner, he took the opportunity to rest and let the energies of the Dark Side invigorate him. Ever the cautious one, he expanded his awareness of the place, so as to be wary of potential threats.

 

[Darkwasp]

Despous

I moved my heavy, black cloak to one side to reveal a large durable flashlight nestled comfortably next to my chromium lightsaber; attached to my utility belt. I retrieved that military grade flashlight from my belt as a fierce wind caught hold of the cloak, causing it to flair dramatically before it calmly resumed its customary position of being draped over my shoulders. I quickly activated the piercing light and watched with great pleasure as it cut through the unnatural darkness of the cavern. Last time I had gone without a light source, in an attempt to hide my presence. This time I had no such concerns.

The bright beam of light fell upon the well-crafted stone figures that guarded the way to the temple. Their craftsmanship was nothing short of spectacular; the detail on their faces; the detailed embroidery on their uniforms. It was almost if the men were frozen in time; turned to stone by some lost form of Sith Alchemy. Like before I had to force myself to keep moving forward. I could spend hours studying the brilliant work of the masons, but there was too much for me to do, especially if Hayze’s tomb turned out to be a dead end. As I plunged deeper into the dark tunnels that led to the Dark Lord’s crypt the Dark Side energy surrounding me began to increase. The glorious essence washed over me; filling every pore of my being. I couldn’t help but close my eyes for a moment, and drink in all that the ancient tomb had to offer. I didn’t liner long though. I was not here to satisfy my base urges; I needed answers.

The corpses of long dead Vornskr still lied along the path to the entrance’s control panel, a grim reminder of Noster’s failure to answer the question brought forth by Darth Hayze. My callous hand pressed at the buttons of the control panel. Once again the panels on the floor began to light, and again giant, gaseous-gelatinous head formed. This time its seething eyes were focused on me. The massive gatekeeper was easily the size of my body. Just a giant floating head, that looked as if it could swallow me whole.

”So you come, seeking my power and glory. You shall both find that the dark side has long submerged my resting place into ruin. Yet, let us see who is deserving of the title Sith…” the voice boomed, shaking every stone within the cavern. My crimson brow furled at the gatekeeper’s usage of the word both. The last time it had spoken to us, it was correct in its verb usage. ”Speak my name and kneel and I shall reveal to you the true nature of the Force. Speak it not and you will discover my works.”

My mind still travelled to the apparition’s words. I whirled in my tracks and the twin chromium plated lightsabers at my waist launched into my hands, as my flashlight clattered to the floor. With a violent snap-hiss, the vermillion blades roared to life. The glorious hum played in my ears like a beautifully crafted symphony. There were few things in the galaxy as beautiful as the purr of a lightsaber.

”Both?” I mumbled, trying to make sense of the words. ”Show yourself!” I commanded; shouting down the long corridor.

”You dare enter my halls without the proper knowledge of whom you seek?!” the booming voice began.

”No. Wait. That wasn’t my answer.” I pleaded with the giant head.

”See now the creations of a true Sith and despair!” it continued, ignoring my counterpoint.

I swore under my breath, as the very foundation of the buried temple began to shake and shudder. The walls to either side of me began to open up, and I smiled. At least we had done away with his little Vornskr pets already. A deep growl echoed through the small hall. My head whipped around to see the midnight black figure of a Vornskr creep slowly into the dim light cast by the flashlight that lay on the floor. More of the dreaded beasts began to creep forward from their pins.

”You have to be Kriffing kidding me, Hayze?! How many of these things do you have?”

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[Pureblood-Sin]

Upon hearing muffled voices in the distance, Sin'ryk swiftly stood to attention with his saberstaff hilt drawn. From what little he could discern from the sounds, it seemed conflict was afoot and the Sorcerer would be damned if he were to be caught unawares. Soon enough, he could here the sound of stone moving...a sound he was all too familiar with; with a press of a single tridactyl finger, his saberstaff blazed into life as two red blades had burst into life. The Red Sith's fiery eyes scanned the darkness for whatever would come for him; yet his physical eyes would reveal nothing. Swiftly, Sin'ryk delved his mind into the Force and through his mind's eye could see the universe in a different light. Through the otherworld, the Sorcerer began to perceive several auras that distinguished themselves from the Dark aura of the surrounding tomb. He was ready for whatever would come, his second sight kept track of the approaching presences.

Soon enough, the Red Sith began to hear growling and snarling in the distance; eventually the sources revealed themselves. Several canine creatures manifested themselves; at first glance, one would mistake them for a malnourished breed of Tuk'ata....but these things weren't. Sin'ryk knew that these creatures were Vornskrs; the very creature that gave its name to Form VII Juyo, they were known for their aggression when it comes to tracking down their favourite prey...Force-Sensitives. Defensively, the Sorcerer began to whirl his saberstaff around himself; confining his bladework to his wrists as Soresu demanded so as to maintain energy efficiency. Sooner or later, one of these beasts would be tempted to pounce for Sin'ryk; it will ultimately meet his blade soon enough.

 

[Darkwasp]

Spoiler: OOC

Sorry for the wait. Work was CRAZY this week. :(

Despous
The first of the beasts leapt at me; its elongated muzzle filled with razor sharp teeth, snapping at me as it flew through the air. My skills and reaction time had improved greatly since I had last tangled with these filthy beasts. Their insatiable lust for the Force nearly matched my own, but the ferocity did not. The low droning hum of my right blade violently increased in pitch, as it accelerated from its resting position. There was little resistance, as the bright, scarlet plasma pushed its way through the fleshy gullet of the black beast. I spun from the beat’s path, its massive body barely clipping my shoulder as it passed. Even the brief contact with the mass of muscle was enough to knock me slightly of balance. Luckily I managed to maintain my footing, as the next two Vornskrs charged.

My twin lightsabers sang their beautiful symphony as the swung through the air. The first caught the creature’s front and hind legs; leaving it a snapping yelping stump on the cavern floor. The second blade caught its partner dead in the chest cavity. The massive animal reeled in pain; shifting its weight just enough that I had to temporarily bare the beasts massive load with my left arm. I grunted in pain, as I forced the dying animal away from me, and to the ground.

The sound of stone grinding upon stone emitted from behind me. My charcoal eyes shot a glance in the direction to see the doors that the Vornskrs had escaped from, beginning to close. Not this time. I would end their sniveling lives for good. With the wave of my arm a loose bolder from the cavern floor wedged itself into the doorway preventing the path from completely closing off to me. With that problem being temporarily solved, I turned my attention back to the three other beasts who were attempting to surround me.
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[Pureblood-Sin]

As predicted, one of the Vornskrs leapt for Sin'ryk; it met with being decapitated with a defensive whirl of the saberstaff. The canine creatures continued to circle the Red Sith, waiting for a gap in his defence. One of them saw what appeared to be a lapse in the lethal saber-wall and leapt forth. Drawing on the power of the Dark Side, Sin'ryk's anger manifested in a stream of lightning that sent the creature flying. This break allowed the other Vornskrs to leap at the Force-rich being before them, only for their prey to leap high into the air. As he descended, he reached further into the Dark Side, setting a stream of words that drew upon the power of Sith Magic; the Force began to sing, masking the Sorcerer's presence...essentially blinding the creatures.

As the creatures flailed in their search for him, Sin'ryk utilised this to further dispatch the creatures. Leaping into the midst of the creatures, combined with a sharp flourish of his saberstaff, bifurcated two of the creatures whilst fatally injuring another. The poor creature lay there, slowly but surely dying in extreme pain. Sin'ryk knew they couldn't help it when they attacked him; ancestors only know how long they've been here, practically starving. Drawing nearer to the dying Vornskr, the Red Sith drove one of his blades into its heart, thus ending its misery. Content, he strove deeper into the ruins; someone must have done something to release those creatures; and he would be damned if he would remain ignorant of the source.

 

[Darkwasp]

Despous
The irreverent energies of the Dark Side coursed through my veins, flooding my muscles with their tantalizing power. In a flurry of crimson plasma and feral claws, we danced. My twin lightsabers deftly carved through their muscle and sinew; spilling bile and entrails to the cold hard cavern floor. Pulling my heavy cloak aside, I briefly inspected several rips in my tunic. I needed to confirm that their diseased claws had not penetrated my skin.

I moved to enter the potential den of the Vornskrs, but I froze in place. The mesmerizing drone that I was so familiar with echoed softly in the distance; the second being; the other to which Hayze was referring to. My bright red blades retracted back into the chromium cylinders that brought forth their existence, as I began the steady ascension to greet the unwelcomed intruder. Much like my first time in Darth Hayze’s wretched temple, my guest must have been met with a secondary group of the filthy beasts.

A smirk spread across my full lips, as a dark figure strode confidently toward my location. Through the darkness, I could see the crimson red of his skin; a trait similar to my own. His confidence wasn’t that of a meek Acolyte, but of an accomplished Crusader or Master. I kept my hands low; hovering closely to my lightsabers; ready at any time to draw them and eviscerate my opponent.

”And you are?” my deep, gruff voice boomed through the frozen cave.

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[Pureblood-Sin]

As Sin'ryk moved into the next room, his fiery eyes caught sight of a more sapient being before him. Were it not the lack of facial tendrils or bony growths, the Red Sith would have mistaken this man, clearly a Zeltron, for one of his own. Soon enough, the Near-Human broke the silence, his gruff voice confirmed that he was definitely distant from the expected stereotype of his species.

”And you are?”

The Sorcerer's facial tendrils twitched, signifying his wariness as he kept his hand closer to his saberstaff hilt; eyestalk raised, he gave his response in his typically accented, but soft-spoken Basic.

"Sin'ryk Nalessh of the Red Sith; may I expect the same courtesy from you Zeltron?"

 

[Darkwasp]

Despous
My keen eyes studied the man’s countenance, taking in the harsh almost spiky brow and the fleshy tendrils that hung ceremoniously from his face. He was a Sith; the last of a dying breed, clawing at existence to remain relevant in an ever changing galaxy. It was a species that probably should have gone extinct many millennium ago, but for the misplaced reverence of their inspiring culture. Not that I didn’t have a respect for the race that helped spawn a mighty Empire, but that’s where they deserved to stay; in the past. Much like the first Mandolorians; they needed to pass on their impressive culture to more deserving beings, and fade from the galaxy. Yet here they remained; not through some extraordinary feat of self preservation, but from the protection and coddling of the culture that they had inspired. What ever happened to survival of the fittest?

My obsidian eyes trailed downward to study the rest of the adversary who stood before me. His gold-plated hand lingered closely to the, equally gaudy, saberstaff that clung to his waist. Sith Runes formed an intricate pattern on the flashy appendage, though I could only catch the markings from certain angles in the dim lighting of the cavern. It was difficult to tell whether the golden adornment was a prosthetic or merely a gauntlet. The only certainty was that the finer details mirrored his left hand in appearance.

The mischievous smirk playing across my face widened, as I realized that (if it was indeed a prosthetic) this man and Darth Hayze shared an uncanny similarity. Their exceedingly ornate mechanical appendages perfectly matched their weapon of choice. It took a fairly good amount of restraint to keep from laughing at the prospect. Instead I continued to study the man, and his posturing. Though he seemed ready for combat, he had not yet taken a stance, which meant he was not here to finish me off, so-to-speak.

”No, you may not expect the same courtesy, but I will extend it to you anyway.” I spat, thoroughly annoyed that he had referred to me by my race. It was an obvious attempt to assert his dominance over me; a task that I would never concede lightly. If he was wanted my respect, he had to earn it; regardless of his station within the Order. ”You may call me Despous. You may also turn around. You have already caused enough trouble, and this temple has already been wiped clean of its treasures.” I continued, turning around in almost a dismissive manner, to proceed back to potentially finish off the Vornskr den.
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[Pureblood-Sin]

Sin'ryk raised his eyestalk even higher, his fiery eyes briefly glinted red at the Near-Human's demand. Apart from that, the rest of his face remained calm; lips stretching into a smile that exposed his sharp teeth.

"Treasure is not what I seek here; only knowledge and history...yet you say I'm one who brought trouble. The fool who let loose the Vornskrs in the first place, am I seeing double standards here? I've never known your kind to be hypocrites, for that I respect them."

The Red Sith slowly drew closer, ever wary of Despous' intentions; he kept his mind guarded, so that the Zeltron could not glean any of his emotions. It wasn't anger, merely irritation at the notion of being told to leave.

"So no, I refuse to leave; you could let me stay and peruse the innards of this place. Treasure or non, there is always something to be learned within the emptiest of places. If you will not allow me this, then it seems we will have to explore...other lines of communication."

Hand touching his saberstaff, Sin'ryk held up his prosthetic hand and drew on the Dark Side within this place. The Force sang as he recited words in his native tongue, coalescing into an orb of swirling darkness...yet something was different about it. This orb seemed to be ablaze with dark fire, completely awash in the dark power of this place; whoever was buried here must have had much power to have this effect. With this done, Sin'ryk cocked his head aside.

"What is it to be then Ajak'Tsis

 

[Darkwasp]

Despous
The hem of my cloak snapped at the speed in which I turned to face the malcontent Sin’ryk. My brow firmly twisted in an amalgamation of disbelief and anger. My head angled; causing the knotted muscles in my neck to pop loudly, as the allowed my life fluids to run freely through them. Looking at the distance that I had travelled and the dead Vornskrs behind him, I knew there was no way the Sin’ryk could have known that it was my error that had caused the sudden onslaught of the beasts.

”It was your presence alone that initiated the trap, and caused the temple’s maze to reset. Do not blame me for your idiocy.” I responded; my leather gloves creaking under the stress of my tightening fist.

I took a moment to consider his words. Darth Hayze had left some interesting pets behind, my last go-through with the temple. Surely this passage would be just as deadly; if not more. Having a comrade, or at least fodder, would go a long way at easing the challenge that Hayze had set forth. My contemplation ended however when an orb of fire, as dark as night, swirled before the Red Sith.

”You dare threaten me, as if I am some Acolyte to tremble under your childish display of power?!” my voice boomed, as I met his approach with my own. My charcoal eyes were wide with anger; the dark energies of the Force swirled around me like a raging storm; ready to act and bend to my every whim.
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[Pureblood-Sin]

"It happened either way, it is now moot to argue."

Said Sin'ryk, though he suspected it would be lost on the now enraged Zeltron. The Red Sith could feel the anger rolling off the Near-Human in waves. The Dark Side swirled around Despous, the Sorcerer dispersed the energies he held back into himself. He had another answer of his own.

"I prefer substance, it tends to be more convincing; while your back was turned to me, I could have hurled that Bolt of Hatred at you. How many have died by your hand Zeltron? You'd have been hearing their screams, assuming you'd have survived. Even now, in your rage, you are deducing many possibilities about my personality and how to exploit."

He then proceeded to draw his saberstaff and then held it high; thus igniting the twin blades from within the alchemically-enhanced metal. With an improvised Makashi salute, the Red Sith then entered his standard Soresu opening stance; a smile then came to his face.

"I doubt you want to hear any more of my words; no, you want to hear my bones break and my flesh be torn. You want to see my blood flow from my broken body, the question is...will you get the chance."

 

[Darkwasp]

Despous
The exceedingly chatty Sith continued to fling his words at me, as if they were deadly stilettos covered in the most deadly of poisons. His words however fell on deaf ears. I had already acquired the necessary motivation to decimate his worthless hide and pin it to my chamber walls. His ramblings were just useless fodder to posture and position himself into a more advantageous situation.

The edges of my lips curled into a devious smile, when the Sith presented his golden saberstaff; igniting the weapon’s crimson blades. There it was. That was what I wanted. Conversation was utterly insignificant unless valuable information was being exchanged, and we were well past that point. My eyes skillfully passed over my opponent; taking in valuable information such as his dominant hand, his foot positioning, and his eye focus. Sin’ryk sank comfortably into Soresu’s opening stance, as his smile displayed his jagged teeth. Soresu: Most commonly used for blaster attacks, conservation of motion, and defensive in nature. A ploy to draw me in, and test what I had to offer; most likely shifting into his primary Form once he had garnered enough information. Few Sith these days studied Form III as the primary form of combat.

I inhaled deeply, drawing in the raging storm of Dark Side energy. The growing anticipation was excruciatingly delicious. I could feel my heart beating like an infuriated caged beast; with each beat it slammed itself against its confining bars. My pupils dilated, bringing every detail of the dark cavern into extreme clarity. The motions of Sin’ryk’s lightsaber slowed and its sound with it; as if time itself had been tampered with. With each breath that filled my lungs, my muscles surged and begged for action. It was a state of being that made me feel closest to the Force. It was if Bogan itself was wrapping its swirling energies around my chest; forcing my heart and body to work faster… better. His antagonizing question fell upon my ears, distorted by the adrenaline and Force that surged through my body.

My stygian eyes snapped to meet his, and only one word escaped my lips ”Yes.”

I unclasped the cloak that had once shielded me form the freezing tundra of Ziost, allowing it to collapse in a heap on the cold hard floor behind me. It would only become a hindrance in the upcoming engagement. I continued to close on Sin’ryk; the two bright chromium hilts standing out against my black tunic, pants, and boots as the hung from their designated location on my belt. My pace was slow and deliberate, as I approached the expectant Sith weaponless. The crimson palette of my head was in full view, audaciously displaying the scaring of cuts and burns. My advance would stop just outside of his lunging range, as I displayed a daringly taunting grin. He would have to go on the offensive if he wanted to learn what I had to offer.
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[Pureblood-Sin]

The Zeltron drew closer to Sin'ryk, his bloody intent clear. From his facial features, it was clear the Near-Human had been through much. It made the Red Sith wonder, did this warrior possess a sensitivity to his current appearance like most of his species. Indeed, Despous remained out of the reach of Sin'ryk's blades, as if he expected Sin'ryk to strike at him. For the Sorcerer, it was Soresu first and Makashi later for when the opportunity presents itself. Deciding to test this possible chink in the Zeltron's armour, he reached out to the Force; he shaped it around his face, letting it alter the visual perception one would have. Soon enough, his facial tendrils and eyestalks seemed to vanish; his simian nose rose to become more like that of a Human and teeth became as such, until he now actually resembled a Zeltron.

"Is there a story behind your scars Despous? Do you miss being beautiful like the rest of your people?"

He then readied himself for whatever may come next; be it a barrage of blows, or a barrage of the immaterial.

 

[Darkwasp]

Despous
My cold eyes narrowed, as the Sih’s visage slowly transformed to that resembling a Zeltron. Had I misread the fowl beast? Was he in fact a changeling and not a Sith? Did he take a Sith’s form in hopes that I would be intimidated by it? It mattered not whether he was Sith, Zeltron, or Changeling. The only thing that mattered was that he was scared. Again pointed words fell from his lips; as he clawed for every advantage that he get his gold plated hand on. And again the words fell on deaf ears. My mind no longer lingered in a land of evocative conversation; instead it was sharpened to focus on everything necessary for me to come out on top.

”Your lips move more than your weapon, sorcerer.” I spat from my lips.

As I spoke my right hand moved across my body, sending a bone-crushing wave of kinetic energy in the Sith’s direction. The wall of deadly force energy widened as it escaped from my hand; threatening to cut a swath through the caverns walls, as it continued to travel.
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[Pureblood-Sin]

Sensing the wave of deadly force come for him, the Red Sith swiftly responded with his hand lashing across; creating a barrier of Force energies and that shielded him from the attack, forcing his illusion to return to fade. However, the remaining momentum still sent Sin'ryk skidding across the floor on his feet. It mattered not to him, it just gave him more room to play.

"It isn't just my blades that are my weapon. My turn."

He declared before reaching into the deeper depths of the Dark Side; reciting an incantation, the music soared within the currents of Force. Thrusting his prosthetic forth, the same swirling orb of darkness he had created before came out screaming with destructive force.

 

[Darkwasp]

The massive wave crashed into the egregious sorcerer, sending him skidding across the floor. I had produced enough force to fold the pathetic wretch in half, but somehow the fool remained unscathed. I sneered, as the petulant Sith denied me of the wonderful sounds of his frail body crumbling under the weight of my power.

As Sin’ryk spent his time chanting, the twin chromium hilts flew to my hands and I charged the Red Sith. A swirling ball of black hatred erupted from the sorcerers hand; shrieking quickly in my direction. I took a short hop in order to generate more power. My gloved hands, augmented by the Force, slammed into the hard stone ground. A large thick stone slab shot upward from the ground, filling the space between me and the angry blast. The stone exploded on contact sending rubble at me like deadly shrapnel. The small pebbles ricocheted from the shield that had formed around my body, as I tried to recover and continue my advance.

 

[Pureblood-Sin]

With the Zeltron still coming towards him, albeit at a reduced rate, Sin'ryk proceeded to draw on another trick of his. Drawing upon the depths of his anger and hatred, the Red Sith channeled the Dark Side through himself. With an elegant flourish that placed his saberstaff in his prosthetic right hand, he thrust out his left hand and through him howled forth a torrent of Force Lightning. Doubting it would halt Despous' advance, the Sorcerer braced himself for the coming storm.

 

[Darkwasp]

Despous
Deadly electricity arced through the air, its lethal tendrils licked at the heavier particles in the air as it travelled to its final destination. Though my barrier was still in place, I doubted that the remaining power would hold up against the incoming lightning. I had not created the temporary barrier to withstand such a fierce attack. It was set in to place to deflect the incoming rocks. I ignited my vermillion blades in order to help hone my abilities. The blue bolts of electricity arced briefly around the barrier, before it gave way, The vibrant energy coalesced around the brilliant red plasma of my blades; circling angrily, as I carefully portioned the amount of energies that I let flow through my body.

Though my nerves screamed in pain, as my body consumed the unnatural energy, the dangerous blast was eventual devoured. My crimson lips parted in a fearsome grin. My Master had spent the better part of our lessons casting lightning upon my wary body. It was a focus of my remaining education to render his advantage useless. It felt good to have the power aimed at me once more; only this time to reject its advances. I prepared one saber for assault, and the other for defense, as I closed to near striking distance to the Sith.
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[Pureblood-Sin]

Sin'ryk raised his eyestalk as the Zeltron still came at him through the storm of Dark Side energies being unleashed upon him. Then again, the Red Sith concluded that as an Acolyte, Despous must have been frequently electrocuted by his master; therefore building a resistance to it. Maintaining the volley for a few seconds longer to extract every nuance of pain, he then broke it off. Swiftly, the Sorcerer began to whirl his saberstaff defensively; confining his bladework to his wrists. His movements were fast, creating a deadly field of lacerating plasma.