The Exchange of Flame

[Solus]

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Grim @ Sep 30 2007, 09:41 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}></div>

Khavaal chuckled with glee at the sight of a mere five Sith Knights attempting to take him down. Provin underestimated him, always underestimated him. As three of the Sith tasked with attacking him struck at once, Khavaal sidestepped into a hole in their attacks, the blades coming down into the ground where the Opposer once stood. At that moment, Khavaal took the opportunity to greet their mistake with his blade, his staff howling terribly through the air, the note changing ever so slightly as it came into contact with flesh and bone.

Three heads dropped to the ground.

The remaining two seemed soemwhat taken aback by the swift deaths of their comrades. Still, it didn't stop the idiots from attacking. Bored, Khavaal raised his hand, grasping one of them and lifting them off their feet, then sending the knight crashing into his friend. With both holding lightsabers, they managed to kill each other quite efficiently. Then, with one great burst of steam from his rebreather mask, the great armored one raced towards the other Knights, surrounding his loyal steeds.

They are still useful, he thought to himself, as his Force-enhanced speed sent him slicing through one of the Knights. With a tremendous mastery of the Force, he then placed his two palms together, thrusting them outwards as a huge concussive Force Wave pushed away from himself and those loyal to him, sending his opposers flying.

Once more, he raised his blade into the air, whirling it above his head, as his loyal followers came to his side.

'Is this all you have, Provin? Is this everything the mighty Dark Lord of the Sith can put together? Face me, or be eternally shamed!'[/b]

Confusion and inner turmoil entered the three. On one hand was Xiantos, whose loyalties they were no longer sure of, and then there was the Opposer, to whom they now owed their life, as they had not noticed the armored lord, and the remainder of the soldiers were mostly blown away by their ally. For surely he must be their ally - he saved their life at a risk. And were they his ally? They were no longer sure, it all depended on Xiantos's answer to their question, but, until then, they would fight at the Opposer's side, but only against the other Sith, leaving Xiantos alone for the moment as the trio worked together to defeat their enemies.

((Sorry so short...))

 

[Will]

''Well this is all just messed up...'' Ren muttered to herself. She had no idea what to do. There were currently 5 against Provin, although he seemed to be handling them pretty well. She watched Sakiharu step away, towards a Sith she was unfamiliar with. What to do... What-to-do...

 

[Hue]

Seeing the lightsabers coming towards him, Phoenix pulled his second lightsaber. He was currently unsure of what he would do, but right now his plan was failing. He hadn't even distracted Provin long enough for Khavaal and the horses to make a successful attack! But now he had to focus on his own survival. He knew that his Force abilities could easily match those of Khavaal, but this was the first time he had seen Provin in combat. He was unsure of the Dark Lord's strength with the Force, because he had chosen to kill Nexus without combat.

Phoenix readied himself as he hit the ground and the ring of sabers came closer. He bent around, swinging his lightsaber in a wide arc in order to disable a good amount of the sabers as they came at him. As he had hoped, about a third of them deactivated as he sliced through their hilts. Now, however, was the hard part. Just in case he would die, he threw his one grenade at Darth Provin in an attempt to distract or, if Phoenix got ridiculously lucky, kill him. Now he was running out of time. He was on the ground, the lightsabers had formed a dome around him, and Phoenix could see Provin closing his fist.

Even if he pushed with all four of his arms, Phoenix would still have one side of him unprotected. And that was if he was strong enough to overpower the Dark Lord. Finally, Phoenix decided on a plan. Milliseconds after Provin began to close his fist, Phoenix dropped his lightsaber to the floor, it's red light disappearing as the blade disappeared into the hilt. He aimed all four of his hands at the top of the dome of lightsabers, combining the rage of three minds and channeling it all into the Force. He gave up strength in his legs to allow him to use more energy on the Force (something he had picked up over time. Maybe superstition, maybe one of his odd techniques). With as much power as he could pull together, Phoenix pulled the blades down, their hilts touching the ground. He then transferred his power to his legs, Force Jumping out of the circle as seven eighths of the sabers hit the protective wall of blades, one eighth burned trough the hilts. With the hilts destroyed, the top sabers were able to easily come through. Fortunately, Phoenix had transferred power fast enough, and managed to escape unscathed.

Or so he thought. As Phoenix landed outside of the ring of lightsabers, he lost his balance, and barely kept himself upright. He looked down to find his left leg cut off at the knee. The only thing keeping him up was the small amount of Force he could control. Instantly, he shot towards the nearest door, breaking it down instead of opening it. He used the Force to propel himself through the door and into the safety of the hallway. There he sat, thrying to numb the pain in his severed leg.

 

[david]

*Ekala stood there next to her Master feeling protected due to her knowing of his experiance, She turned her head with her eyes gazed straight upon the deadly fighting, watching the Dark Lord's so called Empire being ripped apart in front of him. She watched the power he held, fighting off all of these unloyal followers trying to dispose of him. She wanted to learn from him, she wanted as much knowladge as possible. Though her own master seemed to know quite abit which she didn't mind..She studied the Dark Lord and his fighting styles watching as he moved unable to be touched as if he could anticipate his enemies attacks before they happened.it was incredible.*

 

[Will]

Ren finally came to a decision. She had made her choice from the begining, and would now have to live with it. Or die with it. Her hands began moving, and her puppets got up. Blades clicked out ouf their arms, and chests swung open to reveal barrels of deadly guns. ''Time for a field test, methinks'' Ren smiled, twitching her fingers as the bretheren puppets began to move towards their enemies, a fierce clicking accompanying their graceful movements. Knights began to fall, cleaved it twain, or sucummbinh to the poisons fired from the dart guns in the puppet chests.

 

[Sir Dakar]

"You think yourself to be safe Demonous! You might be able to live if you run, run and hide on this planet, for in any civilized city, you will be hunted." Provin issued from his raised platform, staring down the hallway where he could see the collapsed form of Demonous. Twisting his head slightly, to watch the three horses attempt to fight off his Sith knights. The pleas of their leader filled his head and a small smile grew across his face; So they do learn after all.

::Aid in the destruction of the armored traitor and you will be forgiven.::

Turning his entire body to face the knights that were surrounding the horses and the two now circling Khaaval. "Knights! We have exposed the true snake in our midst! The Lovas shall not be harmed, concentrate on Khaaval!"

Their bloodthirsty faces all turned to face the armored giant, greed etched upon all of their faces. Sabers held at ready, the remaining 17 began to surround Khaaval, sizing him up and preparing for the first strike.

 

[Green Ranger]

"Hide behind still more of your own men? You fight, still like a Jedi, forever like a Jedi!"

Khavaal brought his staff to bear, the twin blades moaning woefully through the air. Seventeen Sith Knights, and with no apparent aid?

Within his armored helm, Khavaal smiled. It would be almost too easy.

As the Sith closed around him, Khavaal seemed to not move, like a statue, his blade at the ready, though he seemed to not even more to breathe. It was eerie, his stillness. Then, suddenly, as they closed in around him, as the first blade raised to strike, a hideous scream, a cacophony of sound, the clamour filling the chamber with its hideous noise, spilling out even to the chambers and halls beyond. Such a terrible noise, and so unexpected, the Sith fell back, or hesitated for but one moment.

And that was all he needed. With one hand held outwards, the armored Sith flung several of his adversaries across the room, their charred bodies still seizing from the electrical currents flowing through their bodies as they smashed into a wall. With tremendous speed, Khavaal then brought his strange weapon to bear, the long polearm deflecting blows from all sides as the Sith used every inch of the weapon, from the long blades to even the alchemized staff itself. With remarkable skill, Khavaal sliced through the Sith, one after another with deadly force, like a butcher almost.

Finally, Khavaal grew irritated enough with the struggle to do something about it. Thrusting a palm outward, three Knights went flying, and Khavaal used the breach to come screaming towards Provin, staff in hand as once more a terrible sound spilled forth from his maw, a hideous scream tearing throughout the chambers as the Opposer's blades swung at the Dark Lord of the Sith, crimson fury closing in on all sides.

 

[Will]

Ren moved her puppets, charging them at Khavaal, poisoned needles flying through the air, bouncing off his armour. She hoped that they would perhaps strike joints, and other weakspots in the armour. As the puppets closed in, their blades crackled with energy. She twitched her finges, striking ad the daemon's armour, hoping to claeve through, or at least make a tiny crack...

 

[Solus]

It was the tone, that was it. The tone. That's how Es knew that the right thing to do was to obey Xiantos the Wise. This would probably get the three of them killed, he knew that, he'd seen the armored Sith in action and he wasn't to be trifled.

Yes, my Master

He said as his head snapped to the creature as it dove for Xiantos, screaming. Screaming, eh? Two could play that game. In a surge of determination, Es let forth his scream, pulling it from the depths of all of the fear and hate he knew, directing it to distract, deafen and perhaps injure his ears, and maybe to cause some fear to strike into his heart, but the last was doubtful. As he screamed, he head-butted the Oppressor in hopes of throwing him off his course.

During this, his mind was racing.

Think, Es, it's difficult for anyone to kill him. Why? Two counts. Armor, and power. If the power could be focused in one general area, then others would be free to attack, and if he spread out his power to defend from multiple opponents, the strike would most likely be less than usual. In both scenarios, it required a multidirectional attack.

Now, to work on the first problem. Armor. Hm. Salak? Yes, he and Salak could try to take care of the armor. Now to get together a game plan.

Salak, Alavalosag, attack from differing directions, divide his attention. Salak, you will try and pull off his armor with your telekinesis, unsnap the buckles or whatever, and I'll try to crush it. Quick. He broadcasted as the three sprang immediately into action, as was evidenced when he saw the armored knight's arm seem to try to pull away from the creature's body as Salak yanked at the armor, several pieces at a time.

At least if they did go down, it would be a glorious ending.

 

[Lillianne Crasse]

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Dakar @ Oct 7 2007, 11:14 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}></div>

"You think yourself to be safe Demonous! You might be able to live if you run, run and hide on this planet, for in any civilized city, you will be hunted." Provin issued from his raised platform, staring down the hallway where he could see the collapsed form of Demonous. Twisting his head slightly, to watch the three horses attempt to fight off his Sith knights. The pleas of their leader filled his head and a small smile grew across his face; So they do learn after all.

::Aid in the destruction of the armored traitor and you will be forgiven.::

Turning his entire body to face the knights that were surrounding the horses and the two now circling Khaaval. "Knights! We have exposed the true snake in our midst! The Lovas shall not be harmed, concentrate on Khaaval!"

Their bloodthirsty faces all turned to face the armored giant, greed etched upon all of their faces. Sabers held at ready, the remaining 17 began to surround Khaaval, sizing him up and preparing for the first strike.[/b]

OOC: Just a side note here. You do realize that you just used the Force at least 4 times there...lol...right in sucession. That's gotta put a drain on you a little.

 

[Hue]

Phoenix heard Darth Provin's words and shouted, "NEVER!!! I'll never work for you. Never against the mighty Sith." However, Phoenix's word's never left his lips. Darth Demonous came from the pits of his mind, fighting Phoenix for control over this flawed yet powerful body. The Quermian Sith instead replied, "Anything for your forgiveness, My Lord..."

Darth Demonous rose to his foot, using the Force to steady himself. He knew that it would take all or most of his power to defeat Khavaal, so he was glad that he had the Sith Empire on his side. He reentered the room, seeing the chaos that surrounded the armored figure. He blocked a Knight that came flying at him; an unfortunate victim of Khavaal's search for power. He quickly returned to the place where he was nearly killed just a few minutes before and picked up four lightsabers.

Demonous knew that he could not enter close combat with an opponent as powerful as Khavaal, so he instead returned to the perch that he had been waiting on at the beginning of the meeting. It greatly pained him to jump such a great distance, but he had to so he could see his opponent while staying out of range of attacks. Focusing his energy on his lightsabers, Demonous sent them towards Khavaal. The weapons kept their distance, flying in circles around Khavaal as Demonous searched for an opening. He kept a firm hold on them with the Force so that Khavaal could not easily send them away as he did with Provin's flying lightsabers. In this case, Demonous had the advantage by being less distracted. Using the Force, Demonous altered many of the minds of the Sith in the room (which proved to be more effective than logic), causing about one seventh of them to attack Khavaal with any weapon they had. (Preferably long range or Force Powers.)

 

[Green Ranger]

Khavaal knew battle. And he knew when it was pointless to continue combat in unfavourable circumstances. This was one of those situations. Provin was still in his grasp...

Breaking off his attack on the Dark Lord, the Opposer raised his staff, a crimson blade using the steed Es' own momentum against it, as the creature headbutted, so did Khavaal raise his blade, soas to impale the beast. The scream was useless against the Opposer - one who could create his own scream of such a magnitude could defend themselves from its effects. He ignored the assault from the Sith Ren, her needles bouncing harmlessly off of his thick armour.

And then he was enclosed again, the two other steeds assaulting him from either side, and Demonous' own blades surrounding him. If such a tactic were to defeat Khavaal - well, it would have already worked. Summoning together what was left of his already strained power, Khavaal forced another breach in the circle, passing the steed Salak as he raced to an battered doorway. Standing on the stairs, he decared once more,

'Think to defeat me so easily? You give me no credit, Provin. Follow, if you will...you will see defeat yet!'

 

[Will]

Ren cursed ''Follow him! The traitor must die!'' She ran, her puppets at her sides. She twitched her fingers, and the blades crackled with yet more energy. If she hit, all the energy would release in a large burst, hopefully cracking the armour... She stopped, but the twin puppets jumped, arm blades held back, to stab, as the fell towards the opposer, the blue lightning crackling excitedly as they got closer to their target...

 

[Green Ranger]

OOC: Gave you all a fair chance to respond, so don't complain.

Khavaal laughed, leaping backwards enough so that the puppets' attacks would miss. He no logner had the time nor the patience for such pointlessness. He would play the charade, seemingly fleeing from the wrath of Provin, seeking the darkest depths of the temple, where few but the Dark Lord himself dared tread. Places full of secrets, and mystery...Provin would follow, or otherwise be labeled a coward, a weakling, especially after his failure to engage Khavaal in combat himself, or even dispose of, or injure the Opposer despite overwhelming odds. Again, Khavaal issued the challenge to the Dark Lord:

"Provin! If you are not the coward I believe you to be, if you truly have the strength to defeat me, then and only then will you find me. Show me you have the will, the strength of a Dark Lord of the Sith, and you may know victory yet."

With that, Khavaal swiftly departed the hall, racing away through the seemingly impossible spider's web of halls and passages, following a trail only he could see. It would not be in the main hall of a so-called Sith Temple that Khavaal or Provin would meet their end, no...somewhere much, much more sacred...

 

[Sir Dakar]

"This creature calls me a coward when he is the one fleeing with his tail tucked between his legs, attempting to set up a trap for me." Xiantos said to his loyal sith standing around him, with the dead littered around. They were all visible exhausted from the battle that had commenced, Provin was also, however to show it was a sign of weakness, something that couldn't be done.

"If this is what you want Khaaval then so be it; You run from this fight as you run from the Sith. As such I, am going to order the reclaiming of your vehicle, as it is Sith property now." He said aloud to the Sith around him, and telepathically to the coward.

"Come, let us leave this rock."

 

[Green Ranger]

OOC: If you are referring to my ship, it's kind of controlled by Khavaal's Sith Warlock fanatics. They wouldn't hand it over to you if you had a whole fleet threatening them.

 

[Sir Dakar]

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Grim @ Oct 19 2007, 08:42 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}></div>

OOC: If you are referring to my ship, it's kind of controlled by Khavaal's Sith Warlock fanatics. They wouldn't hand it over to you if you had a whole fleet threatening them.[/b]

OOC: I know, so consider it... indisposed of

 

[Green Ranger]

OOC: Not quite, because that there would be godmodding, buddy boy.

 

[Sir Dakar]

not quite... I can do whatever I want to sith property as long as it doesn't effect the set storyline. We gave you the ship, we can take it away. but w/e have it. Its late, i'm tired, and Grimly; I don't really care.

Thread fin btw, unless I decide I should kill demonous

 

[Green Ranger]

So, because you're tired and don't care, you get to destroy a ship that has no crew members loyal to you? Why should I let somehting like that slide?