Lightsaber Duel Thread - Bring Your Lightsaber!

*She parries the blow easily, attempting to push him back. She slight lets up on the pressure, only to swing both blade at him in an X*

 

"steps back and raises saber vertically, trapped in the x, then pushes forward and attempts to trip sword*

 

*She jumps up to avoid his foot but she get knocked off balance and her crimson saber goes flying from her hand. She continues to parry him blows and calls the crimson saber back to her hand, windmilling it down and activating just as it nears his head*

 

*after parrying the first saber walters swings saber over his shoulder to blocl the oncoming blade to his head then force pushes sword a bit.*

 

*Joss jumps back a bit and generates a blast from the force that negates the push. She then does a sliding kick to knock him off his feet while doing a scissoring cut with her saber to sever his legs*

 

*knowing there was no way to parry the coming attack walters force blasts the area between himself and sword it an attempt to get a way. *

 

*She's blasted back off her feet and hits the wall. She stands up to see that Walters has fled the arena. She deactivates her sabers and walks out her head pounding*

 

Master DarkHorse enters the arena, composing himself and awaiting his test from the Council. All of his studies, practice and devotion to the art of lightsaber forms comes together in what eh feels is the final piece of his puzzle.

Sits and meditates, centering himself and preparing.

 

Meanwhile, Stewy, Sith apprentice awaiting Lordship, meditates in his dark forge. This lone man, focasing all of his hatred into his synthetic red lightsaber crystal, unconsiously communicates to Jedi Darkhorse. This connection, woven in the darkest and deepest layers of the Force, virtually combines these two individuals for the briefest nanosecond. However, it was enough to intertwine their fates forever. Who knows what the future will hold...

 

You seem troubled DarthStewy?

 

more like bored!!! but if i may say so myself, that was farely well written.

 

It was... what future do you think we hold?

darkhorse remains sitting but mindful of the new presence.

 

Stewy, also aware of a forelorn presence, struggle with focasing on forging his lightsaber crystal. As he reasserts his consentration, he feels a slight nudge in the back of his mind, somewhere in the deeps of the Force, this parallel existence of himself struggles to tap into his conscious mind. Stewy finally finishes with his task, creating, using only his mind, a synthetic red crystal, the symbol of death. With a few final gestures of the Force, Stewy assembles his lightsaber and with a flourish ignites it for the first time. Gazing down into it's glowing red blade, he finally knows what it is like to hold death. Forged on naught but his hate, this weapon shall know no bounds upon the havoc it will reap.

The future, however, remains to be seen...

 

A dark presences stires the Jedi master, warrenting him to investigate, such hate and pain...

Reaching out with the force expanding his awareness darkhorse attemtps to locate the source of the tremor in the force.

 

Stewy drops to one knee, suddenly feeling horribly exposed. At last the mystery of this voice in his head is revealed. Somehow, through the unknown twist and quirks of fate, Stewy's life and entire existence had been connected somehow mirror by a lone man, Jedi Master DarkhorseXIII. "A Jedi Master?" Stewy thinks to himself, utterly disgusted. Then reaching out in the Force, stewy sends a wave of his most powerful emotion through the corridor of the Force this man had opened...



(P.S-your turn!)

 

A wave of darkness penitrates darkhorse's senses... quickly he forces the raw emotions out and centralizes on the orgins of them... causiously darkhorse approaches the dark figure from a safe distance...

"Ah, the troubled soul?"

 

As the Jedi approaches, Stewy centers himself in his own hatred. Hatred for the Jedi, hatred for the lies they weave, hatred for everything they call their own. As the Liar draws nearer, Stewy focases this most powerful emotion into this weapon of red destruction. Stewy meditates, awaiting what will be a interesting confrontation...

 

The surge continues to grow, as pain like a red dagger strrikes out into the area... focusing and drawing in subtle waves of energy, the jedi master emerges around a corner of large side part of the arena to see the source of the disturbance... a dark figure shrouded in hatred and pain... a disturbing site indeed... darkhorse stands silent, knowing them man can lcear sense him.

 

While meditating in the center of the Grand Arena, Darth Stewy feels a blinding light slice through his serene darkness. Only one man alive could disturb him so completely, The Liar himself Stewy thinks. And then to this lone figure, he says, "Jedi Master Darkhorse, how nice of you to join me."

 

"To what do I owe this honor?"

darkhorse took several steps to the side pacing the meditating darksider...

"You waiting for something?"

 

"Your Death!!" Stewy's red lightsaber suddenly springs to life, aimed directly at the Jedi's heart...

 

darkhorse rolled to the side and forward... using the darksiders momentum to all him to pass him as he flew by. Springing up darkhorse brough up his saber staff as he turned to face the man, splitting the staff and igniting them into two blue blades in each hand.

 

Stewy, expecting the Jedi to move, uses his momentum, aided by the Force, to move in a great arc, circling the Jedi Master. Then coming to a halt ten feet away from him, Stewy closes his eyes in deep consentration. Then, to the apparent horror of his foe, eight lightsabers spring to life all around him, each weaving its own spiral of death as they made their way towards the bewildered Jedi...

 

.... DH grins, almost comically... vaulting into the air DH springs high above the action propelling himself behind the darksider. disigniting his sabers DH concentrates with the force his expert telekenisis allows him to grab hold of several of the ligthsabers altering their courses slightly... and sending several of them cascading into each other... given their already high velocity it does not take much to spin them violently out of control... almost rendering them harmless at this distance, clashes sound as the nulify each other as sparchs erupt from the now falling damaged hilts.

"A little too much to control or should I say lack there of? Why not try facinf me yourself?"

 

Growling in anger, Stewy snaps his last remaining lightsaber, the one he forged during his apprenticeship. Then, standing there before the Jedi, stewy laughs. He laughs, knowing the pure emotion, the pleasure, of the battle will weaking his indoctrinated foe. "touchy are we??" stewy says mockingly. "I thought sarcasm was not the Jedi way, or does that only apply half the time, like most of your rules?" Not waiting for a reply, Stewy glides through the air, like a dark shadow...