Razor's Opponent

[Rjaden Pesanka]

Razor,Dressed in all his training Gear,Steel shoulder pads,Black Jungle boots,Brown Correlian Top,Also His Steel Arm guantles,Equipped with A curved handled red Training saber,Stood in the middle of a bogan Training Room.

''Having practiced Form Makashi II Lately He was willing to test it on anyone''

 

[DeathToll]

Stepping softly... wandering aimlessly... the estranged Padawan looked around attempting to see through the mist. An orange glow beamed from the cracks in the dark walls, and Joeux did not know where he was. Here was a place full of darkness, full of pride. It was feared, but also addictive in nature; pulling at his inner conflict.

Wearing his simple dark brown Padawan robes with white (almost neon lit in this dark lit arena) trim collar and cuffs, Joeux waved off some fog to better see. Was this real? Why can't I remember how I got here? He asked himself these questions and more, but noticed his training saber's tinging sound against his belt and looked down at it. Before he knew it, he felt the presence of another and snapped his head up in its direction. His boots rubbed against the clean (almost marble) midnight flooring, reflecting his reverse image beneath his feet - skidding still to a meager stand. Feet nearly together, Joeux did not seem the battle hardened nor the warmonger. ...Yet here he stood, now able to see the dark one there before him.

 

[Rjaden Pesanka]

His eyes glowed a dark red,His head Perched upwards As his Black Hair stood out like Chalk on a Black board, more orange mist formed around them,He stared right at the Kid whom looked like his was a jedi Padawan''Ah fresh meat''He spoke in a dark mistuful tone Making a slow grunt.
Playing mind games With the Kid.He Slid his hand down to his side grabbing the Handle of his Curved Training saber,A dark Red Beam Shot out the saber illuminating the mist That Would creep around Them both,It was time to show off His Wakashi Skills, As Even though

He had no Master He Read Numerous Book on the Dark Arts
He Spoke In a wierd Launguage,Some type Of ritual''ToyonmDeto'ytResopdat'Every Entry To Escape begun to Seal Itself As moments Later there was no where To escape.He stood still, If the kid really wanted to Fight him He would wait For an attack,Keeping his Saber To his side, Already in the Traditional Wakashi Stance.

 

[DeathToll]

His heart-beat raised, feeling a drop of any hope for escape... No. Joeux shook his head. This couldn't be real. Could it? The immediate danger outweighed the need for an answer, and Joeux stepped forward carefully.

His left hand curled over his waist, as his right gripped the silver hilt; so gently detaching its latch to free it, and raised the extending blue beam with a slide of the switch. The beam stretched out before his chest with a single held grip, his left hand drifting away to the side. He gulped nervously.

Now Joeux began to circle the opponent, tossing his hair from his face (which would show off the unusually sized birthmark over the left side of his face). ...He would test the waters.

Joeux cut in with a midsection slash, his left to right, though offering an unusual weight shift just after; faking left with the slash, but pushing off right to skirt around right with a downward diagonal slash almost back behind his opponent.

 

[Rjaden Pesanka]

He was ready,For an attack He Twirled his blade through his fingers as if it were Air. He would simply test the Kid Trying to strike fear into his eyes ,as his Eyed Glowed Darker Red. He stood in his stance once again He cared nothing of him only focusing on his blade And movements,The boy charged as he Readed His Blue Saber he came with A parry of attacks as he Circled him,Razor smirked Heavily.

He slid His Saber upwards Only tapping The kid's blue Saber away from Him Making a few Gold sparks On impact Fly across the Floor, As he side stepped, Not really using Alot Of strength,But only movement's,As the boy Still came Fiercely.He presumed The boy would try to confuse him,By faking his Movements,He moved left and Right As his boot made a Ting sound across the ground.Watching The blue beam Flashing across His Eyes as he ducked under the Slash attack.

He Did A light Wakashi move,As he flicked his wrist Backwards,Turning his center towards his own Blade,Sending the Strike To the Boys Right shoulder,That if connected He would Spin around sending a Side kick to his jaw sending him flying.

 

[DeathToll]

As Razor ducked Joeux's attack, Joeux spun with his strike - totally avoiding Razor's counter and again sidestepping now to his left (Razor's back right) as Razor had turned away to compensate for Joeux's first maneuver. And, just as Razor was flicking his wrist, Joeux had already spun into a heel kick straight into Razor's other side (nearly from behind again).

 

[Rjaden Pesanka]

His attack would be missed,As His opponent Flanked to my right.Suddenly as I flicked my Wrist As my Red saber Made A Blaster sound Agaisnt the Floor. He would kick into my side,The attack Sent me backflipping backwards,As I backflipped through the air,I quickly rolled Left,As I came back to A landing onto the ground,I charged At him With incredible speed,Inches in front of his face.

I quickly jumped up,Cartwheeling behind him,As I came from Behind him Swinging My saber Towards The center Of his Back To Injure His back Causing incredible Pain,Sending A leg sweep afterwards To knock him Off his Feet.

 

[DeathToll]

As Razor had rolled away, Joeux simply positioned himself. As Razor dashed in, Joeux only lifted his saber. As Razor cartwheeled around, Joeux tightly pivoted and ducked down counterclockwise to meet Razor on the other side. When Razor swung his strike at Joeux's back, Joeux had just ducked the attack and swung his own saber through Razor's ankles with a sweeping motion.

Razor would be caught (just after finishing the cartwheel and during his back swipe attack) and tripped with the blue training beam, or would adjust and hop over it - but if Razor managed to dodge the trip, Joeux already had his free left hand up by his face with a Force Push aimed right where Razor would have lept to. It would not be a very strong Push, but if Razor was in the air and already caught off guard - it would still send him to his back.

 

[Rjaden Pesanka]

As he flew with The carthwheel over Him,He quickly Eyed His opponets Blue saber as he Ducked behind Razor's Attack shooting for his Ankles,Quickly and accuratley,He brought His saber down towards His Own Ankles He Flicked his hand Bringing his own red saber down to his ankles,As there blades meet He backflipped,bringiing His owner saber with him,out of his opponents,Saber range.

But Quickly He was sent back with a force push to the face Jerking his body.As he flew backwards He regained Himself Spinning around kicking of the wall behind him,rolling down to the ground back up into his makashi stance saber level with his hip''Do,I sense A little Anger?''He smirked''Yes,Kill me release your hate,Kill me,Kill me''He gave a loud chuckle.

 

[DeathToll]

Joeux had only surprised Razor, and was only beginning to explore this strange feeling in this eerie realm. But he was indeed harboring some anger in tightened silence, only dropping further in his feelings as he held that last position. The strangers words poked at his insides, at the back of his sensitive emotions. Was it real - It didn't matter anymore.

Joss frowned, pulling himself freely up to a stand; still holding that blue beam out before him.

"Rrraah!"

Charging out, clearly affected by the dark one's words, Joeux lifted his blade almost horizontally with his hand to the right - then rotated the blade to the other side horizontally right into an upward diagonal slash that would essentially cut up through Razor's gut and out through his neck. The whole move was almost like a 'figure-eight', but much tighter.

 

[Rjaden Pesanka]

Razor Waiting Anticipatting his Move,The boy Had not Known He used to Be a padawan at that Acadamy He knew how to use that anger agaisnt Him''Yes Anger''He giggled

As his opponent Charged,He Quickly Shifted his hand lifting it up to meet his As He Smacked His Red Saber on top Of his Backing it Away from Himself,Sending a Backhand To The temple of his head To knock him Down,And raise His saber to his throat,Not to kill him.

 

[DeathToll]

Their sabers clashed, and Jouex was backhanded effectively; but when the red beam came up towards his throat, Joeux swatted it up and away with his own saber - immediately and angrily kicking up and into the open gut of his opponent.

Joeux was quickly loosing control. But the fight was far from over.

 

[Rjaden Pesanka]

His saber was batted away And his gut was hit,But not that effective He regained Himself As he Swung his lightsaber,There blades went into a back and forth parry,Blades hitting one after another,He then Twisted his Body Left,Bringing up the bottom of the hilt of his saber towards his opponents chin,While bringing it around to swing his saber under his legs knocking him off his feet.

 

[DeathToll]

In a feat above his performance level, Joeux twisted his arms into a spinning flip, stretching his chin back - tossing his right leg up and over, avoiding both shots at his chin and legs while right in front of Razor (during Razor's attacks). He was still but the learner, but had begun to study Ataru and its ways in acrobatics and apparently excelled at it.

As he landed, his momentum swung right into a close-line - connecting his right forearm to his opponent's exposed throat, spun around, and lifted his saber out for another strike.

 

[Rjaden Pesanka]

The Blades would hit and Send sparks,His opponent Avoided Both his Shoot's even spinning around,His hit connected To my throat,As I backflipped Backward feeling a little pain but not that fatal,Quickly Raising my Blade to Connect back With his,They came into A saber lock,Sparks flew,Eyes Meet,Sounds Roared,As He came into His saber lock He began to Speak.

''Release your Hatred''

Hopefully Taking him off guard,He spun around the Saberlock Contouring his blade's hilt to the back of his opppoents neck to Stun him.

 

[DeathToll]

"Rrrrah!"

Joeux pushed through the saber lock, moving away and out of reach of Razor's attack; but swirling around the tip of his saber which would strike Razor's wrist as he tried to knock Joeux against the back of his neck. Joeux's training saber would not cut off Razor's hand, not tuned high enough to sever flesh, but would definitely hurt and even cause Razor to release his saber from the pain.

 

[Rjaden Pesanka]

As Razor's opponent Would Push through His lock Even out his Range,Even As He Managed To swirl Around his attack,His Attack Hit razor on his hand Sending His saber flying in the in air,But he managed to use the force Catching it With the Other hand,He Did not show the pain even if he had it''

Yes,Kill me,I sense the dark Side in you''He walked towards His opponent.He got close to his ear and whispered''The Dark side Needs you,The bogan needs you''

 

[DeathToll]

It seemed as though every one of Joeux's attacks were being allowed, or even pushed for. The dark atmosphere was taking over, and Joeux felt swarmed and helpless.

His chest was heaving, and his head lowered in abandon as the dark one whispered in his ear. As his eyes fell to view the black mirroring floor, he could see a fiery light from his eyes and began trembling.

"...no ...no ...NO!!"

Joeux snap-gripped his left hand to hook around his opponent's neck, and thrust his saber straight up into that gut and internal organs hidden beneath that ribcage.

 

[Rjaden Pesanka]

He,Laughed The Mist was getting to him He watched As the boy Choked The air And thrust his saber into nothing as He stood on the Other Side'

''Yes.The Dark side is Clouding your Mind,Thats a good start''The boy was So angered He thought he was attacking Razor,It was all An holicination.

Come.With me Boy There is no more Jedi For you Only Darkness,It is your destiny''

 

[DeathToll]

Joeux gasped violently...

He sat up in his bed, in his room, in the Jedi Temple. He lowered his head and tucked up his knees tightly, wrapping his arms around his legs while he processed everything.

It was a dream. By the Force... It was a dream.

Yet he could still hear those words echoing in his mind. "There's no more Jedi for you, only Darkness..."

Stabbing his fingers into his long hair and holding his head with concern, Joeux tried to breath... tried to shake it off. ...He couldn't. But at least, for now, the dream was over...