The Confrontation: Part 1

[Lord Iezkon]

The Confrontation: Part 1

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The scene was dark, elevated above a man who slept beside a dark haired woman, beads of sweat upon the pale Echani’s forehead as he rocked side to side, a nightmare? He muttered and twisted, turned and clawed aside him with an overwhelming terror, an anger that distorted his form, corrupted it. Lightning struck and lit the room:

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“Argh!”

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A gasp followed shortly as the Echani shot up to be seated, panting heavily as the nightmare had awoken him from his slumber. A confused, wary eyed man, glancing around the room with his near crimson irises, a corrupted look on his face. His eyes took him to look down the long and darkened corridor of the room, the very length of it increasing the longer that he stared at it.

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“Hm…”

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He narrowed his gaze, trailing from where he slept to pick up his attire, a pattering set of subtle footsteps emitting now from the Echani as he looked to move down the darkened hallway, a sensation of wariness about him. He stumbled as he dressed, and he stumbled as he walked, placing upon his footwear finally before tapping at his belt for his weapons, they were there fortunately. A gentle sigh of relief trailed between the parting lips of the Echani, but in such a short time, he found himself walking out a door.

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“I know you are here…”

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The Echani made his way down a collection of steps, and he looked towards the horizon, a new sun slowly creeping over the distant mountain range, and yet he did not stop walking. He quickly found himself on a dirt path from the bottom of the stairs of which he was once safe, following a would be scent of his force sense, it ever growing in its potency. He did walk through a brush, and a collection of vibrant trees, which offered a colorful smell of rainwater becoming humidity, his own natural plethora of subtle smells scenting the wide gardens of the front of his estate. He, the corrupted figure, did feel warm, comfortable, peaceful. His face changed to annoyance, as the Echani did not seem to enjoy this trickery, he spoke beyond gritted teeth;

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“Do not hide beneath the presence you have made for yourself…”

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A trickle of rain water fell elegantly onto his shoulder, and so did it everywhere around him, pattering against the local plant life. A flash of light beamed across the beautiful gardens, once more displaying a gloomy, cloudy look about them, as if darkness had taken hold of the once vibrant scenery, darkness prevailing within the man. His eyes were narrow, a predator in search of his prey, a beaming set of crimson twins illuminating between the smog of condensation.

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“A life of love is not what I had anticipated from you, Almir, but I am warmed to know that it is in such a place that you have found it…”

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A soft, comforting voice came from the distance, causing the Echani to hold his step momentarily, looking around with a sense of paranoia. The hairs on his back stood, and his teeth gritted to let out the slightest of growls, an overwhelming sense of dread, anger, fear once more taking hold of him.

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“You should not have come here. You should know that I will be the one to kill you…”

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The thunderous blast screened across the shrouded sky, the rainfall began to buzz with its aggression, but now, the plantation opened up to open plains, where stood in his view a vibrant white flower, shining within the darkness of his view. The Echani paused and his heart skipped a beat, and he was mesmerized by the beauty of what he saw; ‘how could such beauty flourish in such a dark place?’

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“You are young and naive, Almir, your arrogance has become a shrouding obstacle of your once visionary self. You see a future where you will not be contained, sub-servitude for personal gain. But you never once ask yourself, for ‘what’?”

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The flower trailed forwards, with a voice that was as soft as snow, but the flower was not one with unlimited perfections, on the face displayed the deformity of past neglect, a scar that trailed from face to shoulder, though even with little deformity, the flower did shine. Her aura beamed outwards a gentleness, a kindness that the darkness here did not feel for some time, and it confused him, albeit briefly. In his hands he would take from behind his back a twin set of metallic objects, a crimson beam abruptly shooting out from its core. Beneath his feet, the crimson blade would scar the landscape, incinerating any plantation in its path. Once more did the thunderous clap boom across the sky, pulsating a flashing light to light up the scenery. The furious man would bring the blades to his sides, keeping the direction downwards before speaking with unrelenting, uncontrolled anger.

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“There is -nothing- you can say that can revert the deeds you have done, Jadie. If I am cursed in a life of service, it is because you made me what I am. I have a destiny, controlled by the presence of my power. You will not stand in my way, not this time…”

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The flower stood in momentary silence to the words spoken to her, a flutter of his hair in its braid trailed beside her as the wind, the rain, began to increase. The flower looked sad, from her vibrant, pale eye trailed down a gentle tear, departing from her cheek.

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“I am sorry, Almir. I was blind, even through the force. I did not see what pain you were in, and now I realise what I -could- have done, I was too-...”

“You were too late?! You were too busy?! I sacrificed everything for you... Now… Now you are my enemy. Now- you die.”

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The Sith raised his blades, crossing them over one another in an aggressive manner, his left foot trailing forwards and his body angling towards the side. His eyes did not share the same emotion of Jadie, who stood before him. He did not weep for her, he did not hesitate for her, he wanted one thing, her death. His corruption displayed perfectly the emotions he felt at this point, a lust for vengeance, fear, but immense hatred for a woman he admired more than most.The Lightsided woman would stare at the Sith, out of pity, regret, even sadness. But she knew deep down that he was lost. With a subtle clench of her eyes, she too would take from her belt a metallic weapon, flourishing it outwards before it pulsated an overwhelming cast of green, illuminating the plant life beneath her feet, displaying it in all its vibrant glory. Her eyes opened and she stared towards the Sith, and her form adjusted accordingly. Her feet departing widely for balance, her blade was pushed behind her, and her left hand extended towards the Sith.

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END

(*Post by Sierra/A'tul/Kayla V.*)

[Lord Iezkon]

The Confrontation: Part 2

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The clambering and clashing of blades lit up the morning hue upon the majestic plains, flashes of red and green both fighting for control of dominion over the spectrum, the rain poured, interlinked with swaying of the rain that sputtered across the ground, creating swift puddles that too glimmered with life with the conflict that ensued. The air was humid, both with feel and with scent, for the clashing blades seared the droplets of rain as they darted through the air.Jadie, wielding her blade of green, was on the back-foot, trailing away from the more aggressive opponent as he swung at her from every angle with his twin blades of crimson. Each swing was meaningful, offered emotion, yet was precise. Such was the finesse of a duel between two Echani, both considerate, calculative and patient. The long white locks of the woman swayed aside with her every move, for even though her eyes were blinded, she fought as one that had mastered her balance over years of training, as if she were dancing with her partner.A’tul, his twin blades locked in his loosened grip, trailing forth in the utmost aggression, yet displaying the same finesse as he tutored, or had been tutored. Each swing is subtle, swift and precise. His expression was angered, enraged, but he did not over extend himself in his emotional turmoil, as he knew the balance between emotion and physical representation of his form, a true Master of his creation.Both combatants were evenly matched on an open field, the combinations of defensive and offensive providing an utter display of true beauty in the art of their respective saber forms. But as it is always, no battle can last forever. Within the center of the pair, the blades locked in place, A’tul wielding his in a vibrant ‘X’, pushed into the mid section of his own sister, locked and held in place by her two handed grip upon her green blade.

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“You are weak, sister. It will be soon before you dwindle before my superiority.”

“That may be so, Almir… But for the perfections within your form, I sense unbalance within you. You are both fragile and afraid. I sense the loss, the regret, the hatred.”

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A’tul would snarl, letting out an audible growl of utter anger as Jadie spoke her words, pushing his entire form into her as to break the lock. Jadie, as swift as she engaged, departed from the lock, flourishing her beauty with a twist of her form to one more face the angry and more emotional Echani. As she turned to face the man once more, he had swiftly built up his own momentum, leaping at her from that short distance, thundering downwards in a twin slice, in lieu to a thunderous roar that scattered across the sky. The woman was good, but even she knew she was no match in single bladed combat with the aggressor. As such, she darted aside and extended her freed left hand towards A’tul and let out a burst of kinetic force energy, it rippled through the air and departed the rain droplets in one pulsating motion. The Sith had no defense against such power, and was taken off guard, the kinetic energy sending him tumbling and rolling aside, until he managed to rebalance himself and slide across the floor, utilizing his left handed saber to slow his momentum.

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“I will not fight you, Almir… But I will not die here today.”

“Fight me… Coward!”

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The Sith lifted his blade from the dirt, as well as his form to stand up to the woman, bracing himself as he looked to charge towards her, both blades lifted upwards in an ‘X’ before his form. His aura shimmered a sensation of protection against the force, he pushed his very power into charging as quick as he possibly could. The once light footed Echani became heavy footed in this moment, sacrificing his form, his way of life at a chance to kill- taken over by emotions, he was certainly unbalanced.As soon as he did charge, Jadie closed her eyes, inhaling and exhaling slowly. Her form adjusted to twist aside, her left hand pulled backwards across her form, but rippling across her palm, her fingertips, a kinetic fluctuation of power began to manifest. The air grew still around the pair, the splatter of rain stopped for that very moment, the sound of just their heart beats and the breaths that they did take was all that could be heard. The eruption came, from Jadie’s hand pushed the kinetic collaboration of energy, funnelled forth in a channelled pulsation of the force which tore the very fabric of the force before them, roots, leaves, dirt and insects all ripped from the ground and trailed in the might that was the burst of energy. A’tul, mesmerized only briefly by this power was taken from his path, sent back to where he came from, though he did not fumble across the ground, he simply flew through the air in the same momentum as this wave of force energy, until he was apprehended by not one, not two, but three walls of wood- bouncing, smashing, cracking against each pillar of wood that he ventured either through, or off of. The sound of battle stopped, and the white flower within the darkened forest stood tall, looking upon the destruction that she caused, though through the force, she saw the death of that which lived, destroyed by her power. In the end, she saw her brother, perched up against a tree at the very end of the pathway of destruction, breathing, though doing so very heavily. She walked towards him, trailing through the new muddy pathway created and she looked down on him with a raised chin.

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“Fight… Me…”

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A’tul spoke under muttering breaths, his near crimson gaze staring upwards to his sister, blood trailing from both nose and mouth like trickling streams of red. Each breath offered sharp inhales, and raspy exhales. Within his expression, within his eyes, he mustered only hate for the woman that he looked upon, utter detest.

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“I’m sorry, Almir… I only wanted to help you. I only wanted you to know that I always cherished you. I always will.”

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Jadie looked upon him for a moment longer, an expression filled with regret, with sadness. She did not pity him in this moment, only regretted what she had made him. She walked aside, walking past her brother with little remorse to help him or continue the combat. What she needed to do was done, and there was nothing more for her to see. A’tul would let out a pained grunt, pushing his white locks back into the wooden mass behind him, a grit of his teeth followed by an audible hiss. He was defeated.

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(*Post by Sierra/A'tul/Kayla V.*)